The kids were at school. The apartment was silent, minus the puppy snores coming from Butterscotch, soft and adorable. Nothing like the yelling and chatter-filled air that polluted the apartment every morning as she hustled the children out the door to school. This morning was no exception either.
Fern fired up the PC in
the den. The teakettle whistled from the kitchen and she padded barefoot to the
stove to fix her cup. Her calf-length yoga pants and baggy sweatshirt over her
Arizona State t-shirt added a layer of casual to her new work environment.
Something that could have gotten her fired from the She-devil herself at the
law firm.
Last month Fern submitted
her notice to Abigail. Two weeks later, she shed all the workplace stress as
she carted out a box of her personal belongings from her desk. Her desire to go
back to work remained, but it wouldn’t be in that office.
Steam rose from the
teacup. Fern set it next to her keyboard and clicked through to her email,
finding the message from Heidi Wickham.
Today marked the beginning
of a new chapter in Fern’s life—she was going back to school. Online school
where she got to wear comfy clothes and sit at home while she learned all about
how to run her own online business, featuring her editing skills.
According to Connie
Wright—Caden’s mother—there were a number of businesses around the city that would
contract out services. And Connie should know. She was well connected in the
city. Connie also said growing a business online would give her a global reach.
It sounded scary, trying to reach out to clients all around the world. The
internet was now the hub of business, and if Fern was going to succeed, she had
to know what she was getting herself into.
Fern had considered just
hanging a shingle and figuring things out as she went, but she prized her
organizational skills and decided if she was going to roll out an online
business, she was going to do it right. Straight from the beginning. And that’s
where Heidi Wickham came in. The model-turned-juicing-queen ran a twelve-week
course detailing the ins and outs of running an online business. And if little
Miss Heidi from southeast Texas could do it, so could Fern…at least that’s what
Heidi promised in all her online ads.
The timer on the screen
ticked down the minutes and Fern felt a funny first-day-of-school flutter deep
in her belly. This was so exciting. She checked her pencils, three number twos,
sharp and ready to go. A fresh yellow legal pad sat to the right of the
keyboard, ready to be filled with notes on today’s one-hour lesson.
Fern picked up her tea
and sipped it. She set her cup down as the timer ticked down to zero. The
screen changed, taking her into her virtual classroom. A gorgeous model-thin
blonde in a strappy sundress smiled at the camera and welcomed her to the “You
Can Do It Too” class. The camera panned the beautiful beach backdrop in Heidi’s
world. Fern pictured herself there too, or maybe it was Hawaii, she wasn’t
sure, but she saw herself on that beach with her laptop, editing pages, and
raking in the money. This was all so exciting!
Heidi’s glossy lips
reeled Fern in for her first lesson. “Imagine this as your office.” Heidi turned
away from the beachscape. “Over the next twelve weeks I will give you the tools
to make your dream job a reality. Don’t get me wrong,” she shook a finger with
a manicured pink nail in front of her, “it’s going to be a lot of hard work.
Are you ready for this?”
“Yes, I am,” Fern yelled
at her screen. Butterscotch lifted her tired head, her droopy eyelids begging
to know why she’d been disturbed. Fern patted the dog’s head, lulling her back into
a snooze.
“Great,” Heidi said as if
she’d heard Fern. “Because if I can do it, then you can do it too, so let’s
begin…”
Fern picked up a pencil,
ready to note every single word of Heidi’s foolproof business success-plan,
because she was going to do this!
Heidi sat, daintily
perched on the edge of a floral print couch, crossed her legs and began, “The
first thing to remember is…”
The lights from above
snapped out, the screen went black, and Heidi was gone.
Fern looked to her phone
still plugged into its docking station. There was no way it had had enough time
to charge. She bolted to her bedroom, looking for her laptop and prayed the
kids hadn’t run the battery down. She didn’t want to miss her first day of
school because of a power outage.
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