~*Chapter Four*~
Well, today I went against Brian’s wishes, and called Grant’s office. He asked me in for an interview immediately, asking me to bring in my head shots, and resume. I madly rushed about the house, frantically looking for the photographs I had refused to look at since Eryk’s untimely passing.
Finally, I found them, and jumped into the shower. I gave myself a good addressing, pointing out that I deserve this. I’ve put my dreams on hold for long enough, and it’s about time my life started looking up.
So I jumped out of the shower, and threw on a pair of hip huggers, and a blue turtle neck mohair sweater. The powder blue of the sweater caused my normally vivid blue eyes to shine brightly, and my shoulder length burgundy hair contrasted well. A splash of blue shadow, a tiny smudge of rose pink lip gloss, and I was on the way to what would probably be the most important meeting of my 23 year old life.
The advertising company of Thorpe & Miller was housed in a new 2-storey square brick building that bore the grand name of the Omni Complex. According to the list of tenants in the foyer, the building also housed a real-estate agency, an insurance agency, and a pair of small law firms. Thorpe & Miller was located on the second floor.
I walked up the stair, found the oak door with the appropriate stenciling, and let myself into the outer office, which looked like a thousand other outer offices I had been in - white walls hung with pseudo-southwestern artwork, the requisite potted palm, nondescript furnishings of oak and oatmeal-coloured upholstery. A secretary with flame red hair looked up questioningly from her computer terminal, popping cherry coloured gum loudly.
I asked for Mr. Thorpe, and I was asked to take a seat. "He’ll be out in a few," was all the secretary, whose name badge read "Tara", told me, turning back to her terminal. I sat down in the most comfortable looking seat, which happened to be a sticky brown leather recliner. I waited patiently for around 10 minutes, before Tara called me to her desk.
"Mr. Thorpe will see you now," was all she said, pointing to a slowly opening electric slide door. I thanked her, and gathered my belongings, trying to calm the butterflies that seemed to have taken permanent residence in my belly.
"Natalie! I’m so glad you could make it!" Grant told me, walking over to warmly shake my hand. His enthusiasm immediately put me at ease, and I suddenly felt right at home.
Grant then introduced me to the rest of the men and women in the room, whilst passing out the copies of my head shots I had brought with me. The room fell silent as these men and women who could ultimately decide my future pondered the possibility of my employment. I hoped like nothing else that they would like them, and sat in my seat, clutching my handbag so hard my hands began to ache. Looking down, I saw that my nails had dug into the palms of my hands. I chastised myself silently, and took a few deep breaths. Grant smiled at me, and began to speak.
"Natalie, basically what we are gonna do is ask you a few questions, to see if you’re the right person for the job, ok?"
"That’s fine," I said, preparing myself.
Well, to cut to the chase, THEY HIRED ME!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! How exciting! But Brian doesn’t know yet. I’ve called him to come over, but I had to write down how I was feeling, so I can relieve this moment for ages to come. Aren’t you proud of me diary!
You know the drill, I’ll write when Brian leaves.
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