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out. I had meant to e-mail Bayani but was so tired I couldn’t even be bothered to put the computer on. Luckily, a good night’s rest left me feeling ready for anything this morning. I was a bit early but hopefully I could catch Sophie in her office before the others arrived in about a half hour. I didn’t want to talk about my personal business in front of them. I may not have worked in an office of this size before but I knew full well how quickly office gossip spread.
When I reached the 22 nd floor, I walked to my own office, put my coat over my chair and was just getting ready to make my way over to Sophie’s office when I realized I hadn’t read the card that came with the Orchid’s yet. Picking up the mauve envelope, I carefully slid my finger underneath the flap and opened up the little card.
“Here’s wishing you luck on your first day. Don’t forget I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U – today and always.
Love,
Gramps
That little “I love you” was something my grandfather and I did whenever I’d visit his house. It was like our own little inside joke. I didn’t even know I was crying until I heard a soft knock on the door.
“Hi, sorry to bother you, Sophia said. She saw you come in and wanted me to get a head start with you before everyone else gets here,” said a tiny wisp of woman in her 30’s. She reminded me a little bit of Jennifer Lopez, only a lot skinnier and less tough looking.
“I’m Jeanette the stylist for the magazine. I usually only style the models on shoots but I was given strict orders to get you a new look by the end of the day, so that’s what I’m here to do!” She gave me a warm smile that seemed genuine and I knew instantly that she and I could be friends outside of the office. Jeanette informed me that she’d booked me in at the best salon in the Bay area in an hour. Until then she wanted me to tell her how I’d like to look as she took notes and gave her own insights on my answers. Oddly enough, Jeanette also liked the 1920’s and said that she could easily picture me rocking a glossy black bob haircut. I was on board with a bob haircut but had no plans whatsoever of going black – glossy or otherwise.
“I’d look like a witch!” I told her as she looked me over intently. Eventually she nodded her agreement and we both laughed. It felt so good to have a laugh with a girlfriend. I missed my friends back home but after what happened many of them turned their backs on me even though I was as innocent as a newborn baby. I hoped that Jeanette could be my first girlfriend in San Fran.
Once we got all the details down, we left the building and headed over to Bella’s Boutique, wh ich had an in-house salon that was said to be the best around. Bella, a tiny woman with thick horn-rimmed glasses and a cultured air about her, came straight over to Jeanette and I as we walked into the salon. Like most salons, there were the normal appliances but I immediately noticed that Bella’s salon seemed more upscale. Clients were served champagne or wine instead of plain old water or coffee and each woman seemed more content than she would at an average salon. The whole place just felt extremely exclusive.
“Jeanette!” Bella exclaimed, air kissing my new stylist friend before turning to me and saying “Is this a model for one of your features? Oooh, she’ll be fun to work on! Quite obviously you’re going for a natural look this time, no?” I wanted to sink into the floor with humiliation but Jeanette explained that I was actually a new recruit over at Fashion and Flare and needed to new look to go with my new job. Thank God she made me sound so good. I don’t think I could have described myself better than she did! Bella got to work on me right away – and saddled me down with an extra-large glass of pink champagne in the process. She was going to work on me herself instead of pushing me off on another hairdresser, which seemed nice of her.
“So Autumn, tell me, how’s your love
When I reached the 22 nd floor, I walked to my own office, put my coat over my chair and was just getting ready to make my way over to Sophie’s office when I realized I hadn’t read the card that came with the Orchid’s yet. Picking up the mauve envelope, I carefully slid my finger underneath the flap and opened up the little card.
“Here’s wishing you luck on your first day. Don’t forget I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U – today and always.
Love,
Gramps
That little “I love you” was something my grandfather and I did whenever I’d visit his house. It was like our own little inside joke. I didn’t even know I was crying until I heard a soft knock on the door.
“Hi, sorry to bother you, Sophia said. She saw you come in and wanted me to get a head start with you before everyone else gets here,” said a tiny wisp of woman in her 30’s. She reminded me a little bit of Jennifer Lopez, only a lot skinnier and less tough looking.
“I’m Jeanette the stylist for the magazine. I usually only style the models on shoots but I was given strict orders to get you a new look by the end of the day, so that’s what I’m here to do!” She gave me a warm smile that seemed genuine and I knew instantly that she and I could be friends outside of the office. Jeanette informed me that she’d booked me in at the best salon in the Bay area in an hour. Until then she wanted me to tell her how I’d like to look as she took notes and gave her own insights on my answers. Oddly enough, Jeanette also liked the 1920’s and said that she could easily picture me rocking a glossy black bob haircut. I was on board with a bob haircut but had no plans whatsoever of going black – glossy or otherwise.
“I’d look like a witch!” I told her as she looked me over intently. Eventually she nodded her agreement and we both laughed. It felt so good to have a laugh with a girlfriend. I missed my friends back home but after what happened many of them turned their backs on me even though I was as innocent as a newborn baby. I hoped that Jeanette could be my first girlfriend in San Fran.
Once we got all the details down, we left the building and headed over to Bella’s Boutique, wh ich had an in-house salon that was said to be the best around. Bella, a tiny woman with thick horn-rimmed glasses and a cultured air about her, came straight over to Jeanette and I as we walked into the salon. Like most salons, there were the normal appliances but I immediately noticed that Bella’s salon seemed more upscale. Clients were served champagne or wine instead of plain old water or coffee and each woman seemed more content than she would at an average salon. The whole place just felt extremely exclusive.
“Jeanette!” Bella exclaimed, air kissing my new stylist friend before turning to me and saying “Is this a model for one of your features? Oooh, she’ll be fun to work on! Quite obviously you’re going for a natural look this time, no?” I wanted to sink into the floor with humiliation but Jeanette explained that I was actually a new recruit over at Fashion and Flare and needed to new look to go with my new job. Thank God she made me sound so good. I don’t think I could have described myself better than she did! Bella got to work on me right away – and saddled me down with an extra-large glass of pink champagne in the process. She was going to work on me herself instead of pushing me off on another hairdresser, which seemed nice of her.
“So Autumn, tell me, how’s your love
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