Two Girlfriends In One by Mario V. Farina

We were standing in line waiting for the door at the Wilson Building to open. It was close to 9 a.m. There were about a dozen of us. The woman in front of me turned to face me. "What do you think of all of this," she asked?
Two Girlfriends In One
Two Girlfriends In One by Mario V. Farina
"Well," I replied, "It's a job! These days, almost any kind of a work is acceptable; even that which will last only a day. If I understand it right, they'll be paying us $200 for today's work." While I spoke I was admiring the appearance of the young woman. She was slim, had long dark hair, was wearing a white sweater, and jeans. Her eyes were a deep hazel. I think I fell in love with her the very moment I saw her. "That's pretty much the way I understood it from the paperwork," she said. "The FCC is investigating something." "Seems like this Adelphi Mate Matching outfit is suspected of asking its clients do things that may not be legal or socially acceptable," I said. "They want us to call their members and ask questions. Sounds simple to me." "My name is Amy Jordan. Since we'll be working together, would you mind telling me your name?" "No, my name is Andy Adams. That would make my initials, AA, but I assure you I'm not a member." She giggled. "You've got a sense of humor. That is something we need during these tough days. I've been having a dreadful time finding a job since I was laid off from the doctor' s office. I'm a nurse's aide." "I'm an accountant," I said. "You should have an easier time finding a job than me. People in the health field are badly needed. There's not much demand for bean counters." "I'm sure both of us will find a job soon," she commented. The door to the building opened, and all of us, who had been waiting, were brought into a meeting room. There was seats at the front for all of us. There was also a blackboard. A bearded individual, stocky, wearing a business suit, was standing in front of it. He spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "My name is Dick Hawkins." He wrote his name on the board. "I'm with the Federal Communications Commission. As of now, you are all employees of the FCC, and will be employed for today only. You will receive $200 for your work, and this will be sent to you by check. We have your information in the applications you submitted." "The hours you'll be working are from 9 to 4 with an hour off for lunch. We've made arrangements with Wendy's next door for free lunch. This is optional. If you look around you'll see that there are cubicles in the room. This room used to be part of a boiler shop for a stockbroker who is now out of business. Inside each cubicle you'll find a phone, a sheaf of papers, pens, and a clock, nothing else. Your job will be to make phone calls as fast as you can to the people listed on the papers. They are all women. There is a script on each of your desks. Ask the questions that you see printed. If you don't reach some of the people, put a message on their voicemail if you can. I'll be here in case you have any questions. Go ahead now. Find a cubicle you like and begin making calls. All the desks have different sets of people to call. For documenting, use the writing materials supplied to you. " I went to a cubicle near the middle of the room, and found it acceptable. On the desk, there were several sheets with names and phone numbers. I saw the script, Mr. Hawkins had mentioned. I sat, picked up the phone, made sure I heard the dial tone, then dialed the first number on the top sheet. "Hello." It was a woman's voice. "My name is Adams," I said. "I work for the Federal Communications Commission. Am I speaking to Alice Waterman?" "Yes. What is this all about?" "Your name has been given to me as being a member of Adelphi Mate Matching. This is a routine call. I'd like to ask you some questions about your experience with this company. Do you mind if I ask you some questions." She responded that she did not. I asked the questions on the script and she said there had been no problems. I thanked her and proceeded to the next name. It went like this, name after name, without any major incidents. Once in a while I would make a brief notation if there was something slightly off-color. There were times when the person I phoned put me into her voicemail. I would receive prompt responses from most of the individuals, but once in a while, they were slow in coming. I was intrigued by a call I placed to a Ms. Eliza Jenkins. Her voicemail advised that she could not come to the phone at that time but to leave a message. Her voice was so gracious, that it made a profound effect on me and I eagerly awaited her response. At around 11, I received a response from her. "Mister Adams, I'm returning your call," she said. I may have been too profuse in expressing my pleasure at hearing from her. The happiness came gushing out of my heart before I was able to regulate its vigor. She happily answered the questions that were in the script. I didn't want to break the connection too soon so I asked how effective this mate matching company had been. "They're all right, I guess, but I do have my reservations. I haven't cared a great deal with the men they introduced me to. I greatly depend upon the demeanor of the persons. Very often, there was something about the voice that gave me bad vibes." "I understand about vibes," I said. "I'm that way too. As an example, I find the vibes I'm feeling now very pleasing!" She laughed. "I'm happy to hear that. And I'm happy to tell you that your voice doesn't give me any bad ones either. I hope I have answered your questions." I took a leap of bravery. "I'm at work," I said. "Do you mind if I call you this evening to chat for a while?" She responded that she would be happy to have me call. We hung up. During the hour that passed, my mind was floating amidst the clouds as I tried to return my attention to the business at hand. My reverie was interrupted when Amy poked her head into my cubicle and suggested we have lunch at Wendy's. I realized I was hungry and happily agreed. "How did everything go," she asked, when we had been seated? "Fine," I responded. "A little boring, a little interesting." "Did any of the women say anything noteworthy," she asked? "Not really." "Did any of them make an extraordinary impression on you?" "Yes, I would say so." "In what way?" "One of them had a very pretty voice." "And . . ." "I don't know what you want me to say." "I don't see a ring on your finger. I'm assuming you're single. Might there be a little romance?" "Well, now that you ask, I'll have to admit that I'll be talking to her this evening. " "Would you mind if I asked how you feel about me?" "I like you a lot. I don't know you very well, but you seem intelligent, and kind. I was drawn to you the moment I saw you this morning." "How about my voice, does it compare with that other woman?" "Yes, I would say so." "I think I'm pressing too hard. After you've talked to that other woman, keep in mind that I'm single too, and I have a nice voice! I would like it if you called me tonight." "I will," I said. After we finished eating, we returned to the cubicles. I was in a state of confusion during the rest of the afternoon. I had come to work this morning without a sweetheart, and now, it seemed I was on the verge of having two. That evening, after I had had a sandwich, I dialed Eliza's number. "This is Andy," I said. "I know," she replied. "How did your day go?" "Rather well," I said. "With you?" "I had an interesting day. I see you had lunch with Amy!" "Why, yes, yes of course, how would you know that?" "I was there!" "Eliza," I managed to exclaim, "I met Amy for the first time today, and I talked to you for the first time on the phone. How could you know so much in so little time?" "I spoke to you today." "Yes I know, by phone." "In person! I was standing in line with you!" "That was Amy," I objected. "I'm having some fun with you, Andy," she said. "Amy and I are the same person. I worked with you at the Wilson Building today. We had lunch together. I've been a member of the Adelphi organization for a couple of months. One of the numbers you called today was mine. I was no more than 20 feet away from you when I answered on my cell phone." "You told me your name is Amy Jordan what is your real name?" "I'm really Eliza Jenkins. I never give my real name when I meet a man for the first time." "What a trickster you are! You had me really fooled. But I'm relieved to have been bamboozled this way? I'm sure glad there's only one of you!" Comment by Author: If you liked this story, please check out "I Can't Face This Wedding," "Superstitious Woman," and "Rich Lady Poor Guy," available in Smashwords free.


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