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Chapter 3 I got the job

Word Count: 2102    |    Released on: 01/07/2023

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purchase a few bite-sized danishes and 2 larger pain au chocolates for my mother and me, it took a while to get to the check out as the store was more than a little busy with customers

osition of Secretary with Richards and Associates has been accepted please see attachments for details." I had thought for sure the man who had interviewed me could not

He was fucking sexy I didn't know how else to explain it. I'd only seen him sitting down but he looked like a big man with broad shoulders and strong arms. He was wearing an extremely well-tailored suit that hugged his arms in all th

how can you work for someone who you are constantly undressing with your eyes? This was not going to be easy. Hopefully, his unw

't have to give much notice but the last 4 years of happy memories came flooding in and a sense of sadness overtook the last 5 minutes of my walk. By the time I reached the train station, all sadness was gone by the thought th

y morning maybe I would still do the Saturday shift if Eddy couldn't find a replacement in time, no doubt Josh would be asked to work the shift as Archie was already full time. I didn't feel sadness at starting a new job especially

was in for a half-hour wait for my mother. I could just walk the 3 minutes home. This, however, gave me time to layer the makeup the way I know she w

s father. The legacy continues, was a prominent feature in most of the early ones but for the last few years more and more about his personal life or at least an attempt to uncover it. There seemed to be a few beautiful women at elegant parties and for most of the last 2 ye

said "Hi mom" as soon as I sat down she didn't extend the greeting simply started rapid-firing questions about the interview. "So did it go well? Did you arrive on time? Did you do it the way we practised? We're there questions they asked that we didn't cove

and for once she hadn't complained about my appearance at all. I settled into my seat and remembered the pastries, "mom, I got us some pastries from this cute bakery close to my new job". "Don't go getting fatter on pastrie

d for ourselves on Saturday with mom always cooking a decent dinner on Sunday. She seemed to love cooking it was one of my favourite things to be part of as she always smiled and enjoyed the process but lately she didn't

get an opportunity to embarrass us in front of your new boss" I turned to look at her waiting for the list of offensive things she thought I'd be doing to embarrass her. She turned back to the sink to wash the pots and said "I went through your cupboards you don't really have anything decent to wear and I don't have the ti

ough I'd learned that starting fights about my appearance was just a hill I couldn't bare to climb anymore, not worth the effort or the tears so I merely looked at the dishes that needed packing away and waited for her to continue. She turned and looked once more at me and

olours seemed to be the preferred dress code amongst the woman with a well-fitting pantsuit or two thrown in. At least I knew my own relatively conservative approach to work attire was the approved look, my own personal preference when it comes to clothes is what most people would call rather provocative, I loved the way my body looked much to my

floral quilt cover and about 20 throw pillows, technically taking them off and putting them on in my mind was assessed to be a full upper body workout yet another thing I could refrain from participating in for the sake of the endless facade of my life. Mom would leave shortly after me and I could enjo

d most times after Archie worked the late shift, they always gave the best advice. With t

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