There was a resume turned in at the front desk. Jeremiah Arkham.
A father, socialite, and former psychiatrist with CPR certification, multiple first aid courses, and years of leadership experience; well equipped at calming chaos.
At the bottom was a phone-number to call if interested in hiring him.
[Skylar glanced over the resume, her lips curling into a smile. She rarely had new people apply, yet she's had so many in just a few months. She looked at the number and called it, knowing full well she would hire him and wouldn't tell him the truth about the daycare until she had to. As it rang, she paced idly, missing a time when she would have had a cord to twirl and settled instead for loose strands of hair that had found their way out of her bun]