‘Maybe the podiatrist?’ Olive pulled the CV to the top of the pile.
Bree rolled her eyes. ‘She was even more boring than you.’
‘I’ll try not to take offence to that.’
The interviews had lasted a few hours. A psychologist, a herbalist, a podiatrist, a physiotherapist and three psychics. All of them had applied to rent out a room in Healing Hands. Seven of the applicants were female. The only male was a herbalist from the hills of Elands. He arrived almost an hour late for his interview with no shoes and couldn’t provide them with any formal qualifications. Olive knew she was supposed to embrace the alternative in their line of work, but no shoes to an interview? It made her shudder.
Their receptionist, Nia, came into the room. ‘A man has just arrived—he hasn’t sent in a proper application but he’s happy to interview right now. I had a quick look over his CV and he’s worth seeing.’
‘Why hasn’t he applied properly?’
‘You did say a man would be good for business,’ Elsie reminded her.
Their clientele at Healing Hands was predominantly female.
‘And he’s quite good-looking,’ Nia assured them with a grin.
‘Definitely send him in,’ Bree said…