Page 23 of The Flyboy's Girl
Chapter Eleven
Monday morning, I dress in my favorite navy blue dress, slip into a pair of white heels and walk into the kitchen.
“Good morning sweetheart,” my mother greets me.
“Well, what do you think?” I ask while doing a pirouette. “Do I look professional enough to be an assistant manager’s secretary?”
“You look beautiful, and I’m sure they will hire you on the spot.”
“Fingers crossed,” I say as I take a seat at the table where a plate with a stack of pancakes waits for me. “I’m not sure when I’ll be home,” I say as pour myself a glass of orange juice and then drizzle maple syrup over the stack of pancakes. “Millie begins work today too, so I’ll wait for her so we can ride home together.”
“That’s fine, your father and I have our weekly dinner with the Bishops tonight.”
Finishing my breakfast, I take my plate to the sink and wash it before turning back to my mother. “Okay, I’m off to meet Millie. Thank you for breakfast.” I lean over and kiss her cheek.
“You’re welcome sweetheart. Good luck.”
Thanks Mom!” I call before walking out the door. Closing the door behind me, I see Millie walking down her drive. Wearing a pink dress with white buttons, her blonde hair bounces from the excitement in her walk.
“Millie, you look beautiful,” I say as she reaches me.
“Thank you, so do you. I’m a little nervous,” she admits.
“Me too.” I nod as we walk to the bus stop.
We have a short wait until the bus arrives, taking our seats, Millie opens her purse. “I brought this with me for luck,” she says taking out the small lion Don won for her at the carnival.
“That is adorable.”
“He tried so hard to win me a bigger one,” she says laughing, “but it just wasn’t his lucky day.”
“It’s perfect. Now you can carry it with you.”
“Thank you for suggesting the carnival. I hadn’t had that much fun since I was a kid.”
“Me either, I think Paul really enjoyed it too.”
“I know Don did. It was nice to see them loosen up and just have fun.”
“It really was.”
As the bus pulls to a stop halfway between the bank and the boutique, Millie and I make our way down the aisle to the exit.
Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Millie turns to me and takes a calming breath. We’re both a bit nervous, given this is our first day. Giving me a hug Millie says, “Good luck today.”
“Thanks, good luck to you too,” I return her hug. “I’ll meet you at Luigi’s afterward and we can have dinner before going home.”
“Okay, see you then.” She turns toward the boutique and I spin in the other direction toward the bank.
I make my way down the sidewalk, trying to relax. Reaching the front of the building, I take a deep breath, grip the door handle and pull it open to step inside. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I see that I am five minutes early. That should help me make a good first impression.
Walking up to Mrs. Masterson’s desk, I wait for her to acknowledge me.
Sensing my presence, she asks? “Yes, may I help you?”
“Good morning Mrs. Masterson,” I say trying to exude confidence, I only somewhat feel. “I’m Ruby Thorpe. I have a nine o’clock appointment with Mr. Palmer.”
“Good morning Miss Thorpe, you’re right on time,” she says as she steps from behind her desk. Indicating toward the seating area she says, “If you’ll have a seat, I’ll let Mr. Palmer know you’re here.”
