Page 3 of Reputation
Pivoting on her stilettos, she practically skipped down the busy streets of the downtown core toward the subway entrance.The quick click of her heels translated her jubilation into the world.The sounds of the city swirled around her, but it was more like background noise to the buoyant pulse of her heart in her ears.It all felt so surreal and yet…deserved.She couldn’t believe that only an hour ago, she had been doubting this moment would happen.
The paperwork was officially signed.As of Monday, she formally worked for the Toronto Royals.More specifically, she would be the executive assistant to Sam Morin, the general manager.She felt that everything she had done over the last seven years had led her to this moment.
Taking her phone out of her tote bag, her shaking fingers flew rapidly over the keys as she typed successive, semi-coherent texts to her best friend.
Eavie:
Oh my god…Just got the news.
I can’t believe it!
I goyt ut!
**I got it!**
As she slid her phone into her trench coat pocket, she reveled in the feeling of this accomplishment.Another, hopefully final, step in her career complete.If she worked her ass off for the season, proving herself, she just might be offered the permanent role.She’d be damned if she let anything stand in her way of that very last step.Tilting her head up to the cloudless blue sky, she beamed as if she were the main character in a Gary Marshall movie.
Giddiness filled her as the sweet thrill of success swelled in her mouth, her cheeks aching from the smile still plastered on her face.
Hearing her phone chime inside her pocket, she pulled it out to see a response from Joyce.
Joyce:
FUCK YES you did lady!
Congratulations!
Mandatory drinks tonight to celebrate!
No excuses!
Eavie laughed, not bothering to resist her best friend’s demand.Considering she felt like shouting from a rooftop for the entire city to hear, drinks at their favorite bar seemed like a less embarrassing way to commemorate the occasion.
Neither needed to explicitly say where they would be going.The Spot was their go-to bar down the street from the condo building they both lived in.They had been frequenting the place since before it was trendy.
Eavie:
No arguments from me tonight!
Joyce:
What time do you want to meet?
Eavie:
Does 6pm work??
Joyce:
Perfect, see you there!
Eavie:
Before putting her phone away, she pulled up her conversation with her twin brother, Eric.
Eavie:
Who’s the most brilliant and beautiful woman in your life
