I’ve never been much of a summer person, which is laughable considering I spent most of my life in what’s known as the “Sunshine State”. Bearing in mind our summer days back home stay around the 32° mark; this 23° heat isn’t exactly hot.
Where the locals are dressed for a day at the beach, and the smell of barbeques permeates the air, I’m in a Harper Original—as in borrowed from Harper’s extensive winter wardrobe. It’s handy having friends the same size as you for this exact reason.?
Harper, well aware of the wardrobe I’d bought with me from Australia, whisked me into her closet yesterday when Mia informed us the HR Manager wanted to meet with me this morning.
“We need to pick you out a bombshell interview outfit, really make you leave an impression on them.”
Harper is a firm believer of “dress for the job you want”, which is precisely why I’m currently walking through London in a red pantsuit, as though the streets are my personal catwalk.
My hair is done up in a sophisticated ballerina bun, and my no-makeup makeup look will hopefully hide the nervous blush I’m sure to exhibit whilst simultaneously making my baby face look its 27 years.
Well, I absolutely smashed that interview, if I do say so myself. In my defence, Anna also told me as much. The Head of HR was easily one of the most delightful people I’ve ever encountered, as well as one of the best dressed.?
The first thing I noticed as she strode through the lobby was her energy. It sounds strange to say I could see someone’senergy, but it’s true. The way Anna held herself commanded the attention of any and all in her vicinity.?
She was tall, with legs that went for miles and curves I would pay good money for. The simple burgundy dress she donned hugged her in all the right places and made me desperately wish for a figure like hers. I wanted to be this woman when I grew up.
The interview was pretty standard; it included a brief history of the company, questions about me, questions about the company, etc. At the conclusion, Anna beamed at me.?
“I had a feeling from what Mia had told me that you’d be a great match. Now I’ve met you, I think you’re the perfect fit for our CEO.”?
CEO.
Mia hadn’t mentioned the executive I’d be assisting would be the CEO, had she?
Anna had suggested we go upstairs to meet him, but unfortunately his office was empty when we arrived on the 20th floor. Regardless, I’d been offered the job on the spot and asked if I could start on Monday, at which time I’d meet their elusive leader.
Nothing but praise for Mr Lawrence came out of Anna’s mouth, so I’m excited to meet him next week.
Although I have extensive admin experience in a variety of sectors, legal and executive assistance are two areas in which I have zero expertise. Given this, I’m kind of nervous. Butfake it til you make it, right? Even though I wanted this job, I’m still a little shocked I was successful.
It's just after lunch when I arrive at Chapter Nine for my shift. Riss shuffles straight over as I walk through the front door.
“How did it go, dear? Did they love you?”
I don’t get a word in before she pulls me in for a hug.
“Oh, what a silly question,of coursethey loved you. I wouldn’t be surprised if they hired you on the spot.”
Pulling away from Riss’ affection, I give her a coy smile. I swear this woman knowseverything.
“Actually, that’s exactly what they did.” I fiddle with one jacket sleeve, avoiding her gaze. “I’m meant to start Monday.”
“Meant to?” she asks, eyebrows furrowed.
“I told Anna I’d have to confirm later today. I’m meant to open the store on Monday.”
A small hand claps me on the shoulder. “Oh, Lara dear, don’t be silly! My granddaughter can help me out; you’re starting Monday.”
Tears threaten to spill over my eyelids as I’m met with the sweetest smile. Whether they’re tears of appreciation, joy, or sadness is yet to be determined. They’re probably a combination of all three.
Riss has become somewhat of a fill-in grandmother to me, always checking in on me, asking for updates on the girls, and making sure I’m fed. Food seems to be her love language, so I’ll be damned if I intervene.
“Promise me you’ll visit for tea on occasion?” Riss’ smile falters slightly as her eyes brim with tears, and that’s my undoing. My nose wrinkles as I attempt to quell the emotions with small sniffles. Untrusting of my voice, I nod.
The petite lady reaches up a hand to cup my cheek, wiping away a stray tear from the tip of my nose. “This is a wonderful thing dear, you should be so proud of yourself.”
My heart aches at the thought of not seeing Riss as often as I currently do. She’s become an important constant in my life abroad, and mornings without our tea together won’t be the same.
