Chapter 8

I knocked on the door and he bid me to enter. I liked the look of his office, not overly ostentatious, books everywhere, and a few paintings on the walls. Somehow, he managed to make it homey.

“Have a seat, Ben.” Jake leaned back in his leather chair and smiled. “You know the residents here love you. Sure, they like the other folks that stop by, but with you? It’s as though they light up inside. You have a gift, you know.”

I blushed. “I’m just happy to provide a service of sorts. I enjoy it. It reminds me of reading to my mom while she was bedridden. It always made her feel better to hear my voice.”

“I bet it did. Here’s the reason why I asked you to stop by. I need a new activities coordinator. Glen moved on to another position. Now, I’m aware you already have a job at the club, but I wondered if you’d consider this instead? The pay is decent, and you’d be making the seniors happy, I guarantee it.” His eyes twinkled at me.