The House of Jakob

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The Interview

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. A violent buzzing by my ear barely managed to pull me back into a waking state, but it was not successful in making me fully aware of my surroundings or my current position. I was drooping over my desk, my head resting on my laptop keyboard. The sheet music I had been scribbling on all night were scattered around me and on the floor. In my hand was a pencil with a no longer useful eraser. Sonny was still at my feet, and I was convinced he hadn’t moved all night.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz! The buzzing continued until I finally glanced over and saw my phone going crazy beside me. Aside from completely missing my alarm, thus missing my first class, it was just letting me know about the barrage of messages from what appeared to be Eli and Cheyenne both. Yet, among their messages, there was one missed call.

I finally looked through it and all Eli had sent me was, “Are you up? Are you up?” over and over again. Cheyenne was far more considerate as she just wanted to know if I got the previous messages and/or the last call. Jakob was wondering if I was available.

Wait…Jakob wanted to know if I was available!? I immediately dialed Cheyenne’s number and prayed she would pick up. Unfortunately, no answer came. I should have known, seeing as how her last message was over an hour ago while Eli’s was just a few seconds. I called him instead. As expected, the first ring barely finished before he picked up.

“Monika, oh my god! You’re finally awake! Do you know what time it is?!”

“Eleven, Eli. It’s eleven,” I answered with a chuckle. “What’s up?”

“You didn’t read the messages?!”

“I mean, I saw Cheyenne’s most recent message about Jakob wanting to get in contact with me, but that’s about it. That’s why I called you.” I made sure to omit the part where I actually called Cheyenne first and Eli was my backup plan.

“Why didn’t you call Jakob!?”

“I don’t have his number.”

“YOU WOULD IF YOU JUST CALLED HIM BACK!” Oh, so that was the missed call. I did remember that it was from a number I did not recognize, but I was used to that. So much so that I just never bothered to call them back.

I was trying so hard not to laugh as Eli freaked out. “Okay, okay. I’ll call him back right now. But what does he want? Did I do something wrong?”

“Something wrong? You’re joking, right? He read your application this morning and wants to set up an interview! But you’re wasting time talking to me!” My breath got caught in my throat for a split second as I just realized that Jakob was, in fact, trying to give me an interview. Holy crap, he…he wanted to interview me!

“Alright, alright. I’m gonna return Jakob’s call and see what happens. I’ll fill you in later.”

“Oh, you better! I’ll tell the others what’s up too. I’m sure Lotte and Quincy would like to hear the news. You better not forget to call me back. I’ll be waiting!” And he was gone, didn’t even say goodbye.

Immediately, I went through my missed calls. The most recent was what I assumed to be Jakob’s. Before I could return the call, though, my thumb froze over the screen. I saw my hand shaking and felt my heart beating faster and faster with each passing second. Every worst case scenario suddenly flashed through my mind.

What if I said something stupid? What if he didn’t actually want an interview and was just calling to let me know about my rejection? That thought alone made me reconsider calling him at all and just lying to Eli later about it. Maybe Jakob just wanted to tell me that my application was the single most rushed and embarrassing thing he had ever seen. I don’t think I did a single proof read. Even if I did, my hand was in so much pain by then that whatever I wrote would be illegible anyway.

I took several deep breaths, ready to accept whatever came my way. I pressed on what I assumed to be Jakob’s number and brought the phone up to my ear. One ring went by…then a second…then a third…oh no. The fourth came and went. What if he didn’t answer? Was this a mistake? Why was I so nervous?!

“Hello, Jakob Reynolds speaking.” I didn’t even process what I just heard; thus I didn’t respond. I didn’t actually expect him to pick up. I just sat there in a dumb silence and waited for a record message thing to happen. Part of me was thinking that maybe it was one of those voicemail joke recordings, the kind everyone has fallen for at least once. I was wrong. “Hello? Can you hear me?” I had to say something, and whether or not it was stupid no longer concerned me. I couldn’t let him hang up, not while I had his attention!


“Yes? May I ask who is calling?”

“It’s Monika. Monika Edwards?”

“Monika! Yes, thanks for returning my call!” He sounded so excited, relieving me of most of my stress. “I wanted to let you know that I got your application. Would you be interested in meeting up for a proper interview? I would love to speak with you more on a personal level before moving forward.”


Edited: 24.05.2019

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