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Ronacher seemed serious, neat, and organized, certainly a good match for the advertised position. Johanna was several years younger, and for the life of her, she couldn’t exude that kind of unwavering confidence. When she tried, it looked as if she’d just bitten into a lemon. The assistant offered them both a cup of coffee. A little later, the chef came out of her office.
“Dear Mr. Ronacher,” she said, then paused dramatically. “Thank you so much for taking the time to come here, but I’ve chosen Ms. Stern for the position.”
When Johanna heard her name, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the boss— her new boss.
“Ms. Stern, please go with my assistant. She’ll explain everything you’ll need to know to get started.”
Johanna could hardly believe her luck. She immediately texted her brother.
Wow! Congratulations! We’ll have our own personal cook in the house. I’ll never have to eat cold pizza again , her brother texted back.
Johanna and the assistant went over all the details: her training, the first day of work, dress codes, and personal data for her work contract and her file. After that, she happily left the cooking school and decided to walk back home. If she hadn’t been too shy, she would have skipped all the way—she was that happy. Should she text Daniel about it? She wanted to, but the two didn’t really know each other well enough. Anyway, she would have preferred to meet him somewhere—just briefly, ten minutes would be enough—to exchange a few words or give each other a passionate kiss. She made her triumphal tour through Vienna accompanied by her romantic daydream.
“I got the job! This is a huge break for me,” Clarissa shouted happily over the phone.
Thomas was busy at work and less thrilled about it than she was.
“That means that you won’t be here very much, right?”
“Unfortunately not, sweetheart, but this could be the opportunity I’ve been waiting for.”
“Well, you know what you want to do.”
Clarissa rambled on and on until Thomas finally had to interrupt her; he’d had his fill of listening to her prattle on about all the glamour, all the opportunities, all the top models, and the jet-setter lifestyle. Honestly, he was more pissed off than happy for her. He had important things to do, and he wanted to get something to eat.
“Listen, I’ve got to go back to work. Congratulations.” He hung up. Then he got a text message.
I’m sorry about the cooking class next week, but I’ll make it up to you. We’ll do something fun together soon. I promise. :-) Kisses, Clarissa
Look at that stupid smiley face , he thought with annoyance. He’d paid good money for that cooking class, and getting stood up by his girlfriend didn’t make him feel like smiling. Staring at it, he felt his heart sink.
Thomas pulled a bottle of soda out of the break-room cabinet. He made up his mind to go to the cooking class alone. He really enjoyed the idea of learning how to cook and perhaps he’d even meet some nice new people.
Johanna screwed up her courage and called Daniel. The prospect of her new job made her brave today; it was a remarkable and fortuitous step in the right direction. Daniel didn’t pick up, though, and Johanna didn’t leave a message, instantly regretting calling him. She walked in circles. She had to get rid of all this nervous energy; she couldn’t keep still.
The more he thought about it, the angrier Thomas felt. Clarissa was revealing herself to be narcissistic and blindly obsessed with material success—not at all the woman he’d thought she was. He had to get some air, so he went outside for a walk around the block. At that exact moment, Johanna and Thomas were both walking around the block on opposite sides of town: Johanna exuberant and Thomas fuming.
Finally home, Johanna decided to leave her cell phone in the deep recesses of her purse and resolved to focus on her job and not think anymore about the journalist. A few minutes
“Dear Mr. Ronacher,” she said, then paused dramatically. “Thank you so much for taking the time to come here, but I’ve chosen Ms. Stern for the position.”
When Johanna heard her name, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the boss— her new boss.
“Ms. Stern, please go with my assistant. She’ll explain everything you’ll need to know to get started.”
Johanna could hardly believe her luck. She immediately texted her brother.
Wow! Congratulations! We’ll have our own personal cook in the house. I’ll never have to eat cold pizza again , her brother texted back.
Johanna and the assistant went over all the details: her training, the first day of work, dress codes, and personal data for her work contract and her file. After that, she happily left the cooking school and decided to walk back home. If she hadn’t been too shy, she would have skipped all the way—she was that happy. Should she text Daniel about it? She wanted to, but the two didn’t really know each other well enough. Anyway, she would have preferred to meet him somewhere—just briefly, ten minutes would be enough—to exchange a few words or give each other a passionate kiss. She made her triumphal tour through Vienna accompanied by her romantic daydream.
“I got the job! This is a huge break for me,” Clarissa shouted happily over the phone.
Thomas was busy at work and less thrilled about it than she was.
“That means that you won’t be here very much, right?”
“Unfortunately not, sweetheart, but this could be the opportunity I’ve been waiting for.”
“Well, you know what you want to do.”
Clarissa rambled on and on until Thomas finally had to interrupt her; he’d had his fill of listening to her prattle on about all the glamour, all the opportunities, all the top models, and the jet-setter lifestyle. Honestly, he was more pissed off than happy for her. He had important things to do, and he wanted to get something to eat.
“Listen, I’ve got to go back to work. Congratulations.” He hung up. Then he got a text message.
I’m sorry about the cooking class next week, but I’ll make it up to you. We’ll do something fun together soon. I promise. :-) Kisses, Clarissa
Look at that stupid smiley face , he thought with annoyance. He’d paid good money for that cooking class, and getting stood up by his girlfriend didn’t make him feel like smiling. Staring at it, he felt his heart sink.
Thomas pulled a bottle of soda out of the break-room cabinet. He made up his mind to go to the cooking class alone. He really enjoyed the idea of learning how to cook and perhaps he’d even meet some nice new people.
Johanna screwed up her courage and called Daniel. The prospect of her new job made her brave today; it was a remarkable and fortuitous step in the right direction. Daniel didn’t pick up, though, and Johanna didn’t leave a message, instantly regretting calling him. She walked in circles. She had to get rid of all this nervous energy; she couldn’t keep still.
The more he thought about it, the angrier Thomas felt. Clarissa was revealing herself to be narcissistic and blindly obsessed with material success—not at all the woman he’d thought she was. He had to get some air, so he went outside for a walk around the block. At that exact moment, Johanna and Thomas were both walking around the block on opposite sides of town: Johanna exuberant and Thomas fuming.
Finally home, Johanna decided to leave her cell phone in the deep recesses of her purse and resolved to focus on her job and not think anymore about the journalist. A few minutes
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