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Chapter 5

Emmy

Present time

S eeing a new unidentified number meant that it was going straight to voicemail. Why do they even let spam calls happen?

I waited to see if there was a voicemail.

After a moment or two, I got the notification. So I listened to the new voicemail.

"Hello Ms. Symon. We got your application and unfortunately, we don't have any positions open at this moment with the Legacy. Your grades are impeccable and you have all the certification equivalents that we would want in a therapist, but we would love for you to have a little more experience, especially if we need to sponsor your work visa."

I sighed. It would have been so cool to work for the Legacy. I'd adored hockey my whole life.

I had a feeling that would happen since I was not sure the team meant to post the therapist job. It was only live for twenty minutes, but I applied anyway since my dad always told me to shoot for the stars.

Hell, it keeps happening.

I never should have moved to Vancouver without a work visa lined up. The stupid things we did for love. At least, the lying bastard was out of my life and I had a paid house through the year. Only good thing about his guilt over being caught for having two wives was the fact I didn't have to worry about a place to live or at least until my visa ran out, then I'd have to move back to the states in a rush.

It was so hard to get experience when you aren't allowed to work. Thank God, the addiction community had given me a work around. I led several support groups and even helped mentor people who were new to the recovery process.

Looking up at my watch, I realized I'd have to get ready for the group over at the Lutheran church in about an hour, but until then, it meant working on my job applications. I need to find something. I started looking at some of the bigger corporations since they all seemed to have wellness programs.

I just needed someone to give me a job, so I didn't have to return home empty-handed.