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which looked even remotely descent. “I can wear any of these,” she muttered. The dresses looked like she was about to go clubbing, not fine dining.
There was a knock on her door. She hurried into the main room of the apartment and answered. A young man in a fancy fedora was standing before her, holding a clothing bag by the hanger and a clipboard. “Uh…” the young man looked at his paperwork, “Mercedes Mercado?” he asked.
“That’s me,” she said curiously.
“Could you sign here please, you have a delivery,” he said and held out his paperwork. She signed on the dotted line and took the bagged clothing from the young man. He tipped his hat to her and headed off.
Mercedes shrugged her shoulders and closed the door behind her. There was a printed note pinned to the bag that read:
Miss Mercado,
I hope your meeting went well. I received a rather humorous and distraught phone call from Miss Lawrence today about you. You’re going to have to teach me how to get under her skin like that. Consider this a reward for pissing her off. Best of luck to you,
-Lillian
Mercedes snorted when she read the note. She could not imagine that Kerry would approve of the foul relationship that was obviously present between his secretaries. She figured now that she was going to be working for Kerry, she would eventually get a chance to meet the more fun-loving of the two women. Miss Lawrence had been a nightmare. Lillian Harris, however, seemed like more her type. There was a presence of a certain level of humor that Mercedes could greatly appreciate.
Mercedes opened up the clothing bag and it revealed a lovely blue dress. “Seriously?” Mercedes mused as she pulled the silk dress out of the bag. It was elegant yet casual and she loved it. There was a certain level of excitement that built up inside her at the nice clothing. She had never owned anything so lovely.
She put the dress on and admired herself in the bathroom mirror. It was of medium length, just barely covering her knees. The dress was strapless but came with a cute, lightweight black jacket that modestly covered her shoulders. There was a small amount of black lace around her waist and at the hymn of the dress as well that added a certain elegance. She twirled around a bit, admiring the new outfit. This time, Mercedes straightened her hair and then pulled back her bangs. It suddenly occurred to her that she was taking a considerable amount of time trying to look impressive for Kerry. She blushed and shook the notion away. It was just business, that was all. There was no need to overdo it for a quick bite to eat with the boss.
After throwing on a bit of makeup, something she rarely did, Mercedes took note of the time and quickly found her black heals and headed out. Much to her dismay, a nice black van with the words Brian O’Brian Enterprises painted on the side was sitting outside of her apartment building. So much for sending Yury, she thought, but then was shocked to see the little Russian man hurrying out of the front seat of the vehicle to greet her.
The man took her by surprise, grabbing her by her shoulders and kissing both of her cheeks. “Good woman!” he said to her with tears in his eyes.
“Um…” Mercedes was incredibly confused. “Yury?” she looked him up and down. He was no longer in his street wear, but instead was dressed in a fine suit, had had a fresh haircut, and his beard was neatly trimmed. The only evidence that this was the same man from that morning was his thick accent and his dirty hat he wore on top of his head.
“I get new job,” he said and puffed out his chest proudly. “Mr. O’Brian say he pay for green card for me and wife. He get me good job. I will be U.S. citizen soon.
There was a knock on her door. She hurried into the main room of the apartment and answered. A young man in a fancy fedora was standing before her, holding a clothing bag by the hanger and a clipboard. “Uh…” the young man looked at his paperwork, “Mercedes Mercado?” he asked.
“That’s me,” she said curiously.
“Could you sign here please, you have a delivery,” he said and held out his paperwork. She signed on the dotted line and took the bagged clothing from the young man. He tipped his hat to her and headed off.
Mercedes shrugged her shoulders and closed the door behind her. There was a printed note pinned to the bag that read:
Miss Mercado,
I hope your meeting went well. I received a rather humorous and distraught phone call from Miss Lawrence today about you. You’re going to have to teach me how to get under her skin like that. Consider this a reward for pissing her off. Best of luck to you,
-Lillian
Mercedes snorted when she read the note. She could not imagine that Kerry would approve of the foul relationship that was obviously present between his secretaries. She figured now that she was going to be working for Kerry, she would eventually get a chance to meet the more fun-loving of the two women. Miss Lawrence had been a nightmare. Lillian Harris, however, seemed like more her type. There was a presence of a certain level of humor that Mercedes could greatly appreciate.
Mercedes opened up the clothing bag and it revealed a lovely blue dress. “Seriously?” Mercedes mused as she pulled the silk dress out of the bag. It was elegant yet casual and she loved it. There was a certain level of excitement that built up inside her at the nice clothing. She had never owned anything so lovely.
She put the dress on and admired herself in the bathroom mirror. It was of medium length, just barely covering her knees. The dress was strapless but came with a cute, lightweight black jacket that modestly covered her shoulders. There was a small amount of black lace around her waist and at the hymn of the dress as well that added a certain elegance. She twirled around a bit, admiring the new outfit. This time, Mercedes straightened her hair and then pulled back her bangs. It suddenly occurred to her that she was taking a considerable amount of time trying to look impressive for Kerry. She blushed and shook the notion away. It was just business, that was all. There was no need to overdo it for a quick bite to eat with the boss.
After throwing on a bit of makeup, something she rarely did, Mercedes took note of the time and quickly found her black heals and headed out. Much to her dismay, a nice black van with the words Brian O’Brian Enterprises painted on the side was sitting outside of her apartment building. So much for sending Yury, she thought, but then was shocked to see the little Russian man hurrying out of the front seat of the vehicle to greet her.
The man took her by surprise, grabbing her by her shoulders and kissing both of her cheeks. “Good woman!” he said to her with tears in his eyes.
“Um…” Mercedes was incredibly confused. “Yury?” she looked him up and down. He was no longer in his street wear, but instead was dressed in a fine suit, had had a fresh haircut, and his beard was neatly trimmed. The only evidence that this was the same man from that morning was his thick accent and his dirty hat he wore on top of his head.
“I get new job,” he said and puffed out his chest proudly. “Mr. O’Brian say he pay for green card for me and wife. He get me good job. I will be U.S. citizen soon.
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