Comfort?

As the only person in the meeting room when I enter the Leopold's Company building, I guess I'm a little early. Despite my anxiety, I prepared some responses and memorized some information in order to avoid embarrassing myself during the interview.

This is it? Will I work here as an employee? Yet, I do wonder how my life would be after I am hired here. Will I purchase whatever I want? new acquaintances? Become a worker of the year? Or...find the ideal partner for me?

I'm overjoyed! I owe it to myself to perform my absolute best!

I made the decision to look about the venue slowly. Inside, there was a large window with an interesting view. I moved there to take a look, but not before I was there.

At the corner, I saw a coffee maker with some cups.

I suppose a cup of coffee might help me see better?

I made the decision to purchase a drink for myself so that I could appreciate this very moment.

"There~" As I carefully grabbed the hot cup of coffee from the coffee machine. I inhaled the steaming heat of this drink.

Ah~ the aroma! It's making my nerves alive and relaxing.

I was startled when the conference room door unexpectedly opened as I was ready to take a sip. And my blouse was splattered with coffee.

"A-ah! H-hot! Hot!" I screamed and quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe it away.

I heard a woman's voice behind me say, "I'm sorry, Ms. Fritz! Did I startle you?," and when I turned around, a stunning woman in her 40s was standing by the door.

She looked at my spilled blouse and gasped, covering her mouth with both hands as she realized what kind of condition I was in.

She cried, "M-ms. Fritz, y-your blouse!" in a worried tone.

As I noticed that my bra was exposed beneath my top, I realized why she seemed concerned.

I held myself to hide the invisible sight as I blushed in shame.

Quickly lending me her coat, the woman covers it for me.

"I've got a spare blouse with me; come, let's use the restroom."

~*~

Why did I do that? I should use more common sense! I place a high priority for today! The coffee also ruined it!

(I apologize, coffee, but I must reprimand you today.)

What was I thinking?!

I muttered an angry groan.

The mirror in the bathroom revealed that MY BLOUSE WAS A MESS! But I'm glad that kind woman was able to help. It's actually of touching that she left me to go fetch her extra blouse for me.

Should I be thankful that I keep running into folks who are like her? I am extremely fortunate to have met them. They seem to be there for me.

When the woman entered, she remarked, "Ms. Fritz, I've arrived," while carrying a paper bag.

She added in a panicked voice, "I'm so sorry about earlier, it's my fault why your blouse is a mess. I smiled, comforting her.

"It's my fault since I was clumsy; it's okay, everyone makes mistakes."

Sighing, the secretary reached into the paper bag and took something out.

Her eyes are silver, and I just realized that she reminds me of someone I know.

While she's busy, I noticed the attire on her was quite eye-catching like she just bought it from a designer's boutique and it kinda look crazy expensive.

"Here is the blouse and your skirt." She showed it to me one by one. A black mini pencil skirt and a chiffon colored blouse.

When I received it from her hands, there was a price tag onto the clothes.

I almost fainted from the high price.

"I-is there something wrong with the clothes, Ms. Fritz?" She worried.

I shooked my head.

"Did you bought these? If you did, I can't accept it because it's embarrassing for you." And handed it back to her; as a result, she exhibited amazement at what I had done and began to laugh.

She smiled and said, "Don't be timid! They are actually for you! Honestly, I created them so it wouldn't be nice if you denied this kind-hearted lady, right?"

Her extraordinary kindness has already taken my breath away and rendered me speechless. But, did she make these garments?

"Prior to accepting it, um. A question for you, please. Do you work here? "I enquired with shyness.

She answered me after folding the paper bag she was carrying and setting it on top of the sink.

"I do, of course, Darling. The Heir's outfits and clothing were all actually made by me; I am Mr. Alexander's personal fashion designer "She spoke firmly.

My eyes widen in surprise. She was no ordinary woman!

It's a good thing that I met her in this kind of circumstance since she makes a good impression on me with her clothing, appearance, and attitude while yet maintaining a humble demeanor.

"Well, let's cut the chitchat short. You must prepare and present yourself in an appealing manner before them."

~*~

I asked with startled eyes, "Huh? What do you mean cancelled?"

That's absurd.

The secretary replied, "Something came up from the Chairman and called the board. So they cancelled it, but I promise Ms. Fritz, I don't know why and it seems to be extremely urgent."

I was so prepared for this, but was fate going to reject me? What kind of universe is this?

I questioned, "T-then when will the interview be held again?" Within her office, the secretary turned to her computer.

She replied, then glanced at me, "I don't know, but I'll reschedule it so they can interview you again."

I'm then back at square one? I feel like I need a break.

"If that is so. Please contact me when will it continue." I said in a neutral tone.

I'm sick of trying hard..I'm tired.

"I'll contact you as soon as possible." She gave me a smile and I just smiled back. Then when I was about to take my leave from her office, when she spoke.

"You can do it M'Lady. I know your a strong Woman."

Then I closed the door behind me but those words she spoked, was familiar.

~*~

The final set of clothing I planned to take to Arkala, Sudbury, was packed. My rolling luggage was secured with a zipper, and I left it near the bedroom door.

I told myself, "I think that's everything." And my suddenly phone rang while I was going through each item I would be bringing.

I said, "Yes? Hey, Auntie."

She called the other line and said, "How did it go? Did you get through?" When I thought back to my breakdown yesterday, I bit my lower lip and made a valiant effort not to cry.

I responded, "Well, things worked out great, so today, Auntie, I'll be coming over."

With a hint of eagerness, she exclaimed, "Fantastic! When will you arrive?"

"I think tomorrow; I'll leave at noon, so I'll see you there, Auntie."

"I'll be waiting for you, Raven."

I then hung up the phone and took a deep breath.

All I have to do now is wait.

"Oh, I almost forgot!"

I dashed out of my bedroom and into the living room. My eyes searched the entire area for the book that the old man had given me. I finally found it after a split second of searching.

I looked down at the hardcover book in my hands.

This book is about a young lady's life.

I'm curious about this young lady's life. Was it lavish? Peaceful? or something more? I was storming with thoughts of what kind of story this is after receiving it, but then I remembered what that old man said.

Once you've finished the book, you'll know the answer.

I'll have to read it when I get back to Sudbury. To relax my mind and stop worrying about what happened yesterday. What would I have done if I hadn't encountered a helpful secretary like Senna that day?

She caught up with me as I was leaving her office yesterday and gave me a tight hug. Which I sobbed into her arms.

I think I've been carrying too much weight and didn't realize I needed to cry it all out.

My hands trembled as I gripped the book, and a pitter patter of tears landed on the cover.

"I-i just want a happy and stable life," I sobbed, "but what kind of universe is this? It s-seems it doesn't want me to have the life I want." It was nonstop, but the book in my hands doesn't appear to be soaked from my tears.

I can't tell Auntie about this, and I have to prove to her that I'm fine. If I don't, she may refuse to let me return here.