Within those twenty minutes Lara Detailer gave me to prepare, I showered, put on some deodorant and brushed my teeth. When she called on the front door, I was scrambling through my clothes piles, dresses in a pair of boxers and a black t-short. It was certainly not the best presentation of myself, but as the doorbell kept ringing, I had no choice but to answer the door in my charming outfit.
“Sorry that I’m early,” she said as she saw my appearance. I could see how she tried to keep a straight face, but at least she had a smile tugging on her lips rather than a scowl.
I looked over my shoulder, spotted the clock on the wall and noted that she, in fact, was a couple of minutes early. My tense shoulders sank at the revelation, and I decided that pants or no pants- if she wanted me to have this job, she would have to accept me for who I was.
“I’ll go and put on some clothes, “I replied, trying to sound unaffected by the fact that I was embarrassed and half-naked in front of an attractive woman.
‘Nothing formal. We’re off to eat breakfast.”
I arched an eyebrow. She was dressed in something that could pass off as the epitome of formal. Sure, it wasn’t a dress, but the skirt and matching jacket was definitely something business women could wear until it was time to wear said dress.
No matter what I put on, i would feel under-dressed in her company.
Screw this, I thought and left her to post on some causal clothes. I might as well set the standards early on if anything came out of this strange job interview slash meeting with the wild musician.
Lara didn’t bat a lash as I returned to the hallway in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. She opened the door, stepped out and waited for me to follow her lead without another word. I wasn’t sure if I found it settling, or of I in fact enjoyed the lack of pointless verbal exchange. perhaps she was one of those who spoke when they had a purpose to what they were saying, but not much otherwise. It was quality I thought most people lacked. Talking for the mere sake of talking wasn’t my things. Words held meaning, so why use them as if they didn’t.
“We’re going to Dante’s hotel,” Lara said when the elevator doors lid closed behind us.
Perfect, i thought, refraining from looking at my reflection-wick was next to impossible since all the walls apart from the door itself consisted of huge mirrors. I would probably be frowned upon if I stepped inside a hotel, but perhaps I could hide beneath the beanie I slipped on before we left. I had to cover my unruly blond hair since it refused to behave after a shower if I left it to its own devices.
Despite the early hour, the sun warmed my face as we walked outside. We weren’t far from the city centre, and the air quivered with the sounds of passing traffic, and smelled of exhaust. I knew it would only get worse over the coming summer months.
A black sedan with tinted windows waited at the curb. The driver appeared in a flash, opening the door for Ms. Demalier.
“Thank you, Tom,” she greeted. he acknowledged her with a short nod and continued over the other side. I rushed past him and opened the car door before Tom had the opportunity. he sent me an annoyed glance. i had no idea why; i just save him some work. Apparently that wasn’t welcome.
“Do you have a passport?” Lara asked as I fastened my seatbelt.
“yes.” I silently thanked Ayden for bringing me to Santorini for their wedding. Without that, I would have stayed passport-less until this day. Before that journey, I had never traveled beyond the states.`
“Great then we don’t have to worry about that. Saves us some time that we didn’t have.”
“You sound like I’ve already accepted the job.”
Lara had the courtesy to blush at that. I didn’t think she would, and at least that made me like her a bit better.
“I’m sorry, Chris. it’s just that I really need this to work. i can’t tell you all the details at the moment, but let’s just say that I think the situation might turn out very badly if he continues down the road he’s traveled for these past six months.”
I was about to repeat that she wasn’t selling the idea, but something her eyes stopped me. She cared about him.
instead, i asked something else that had crossed my mind several times since Lara introduced me to Dante. “How do you and Dante fit together?”
“Good question. In the good ol’ days, i guess one would have said that he’s my protege, but I call myself his sponsor.”
“Is this a common duty for a sponsor?” I wasn’t sure if she would understand exactly what I meant, but once again, i learned not to underestimate her.
“If I were callous, i would say that I’m looking after my asset, but I’m not that kind of person. i care about Dante. i’ve been part of his live since he was a thirteen-year-old prodigy. After nine years together, I consider him family even if he doesn’t see me that way.”
I knew the story wasn’t finished there, but Lara sank into yet another silence. Despite my curiosity, i didn’t want to pry, perhaps it was stupid of me not to ask for more information since I should understand what i was saying yes or no to if the situation was a precarious as she let on-or didn’t let on. At least i learned how old he was.The car stopped outside an enormous building, graced with the name Stanton. I had never been inside the place, but judged by the opulent entrance, it wasn’t the cheapest choice on the block. Everyone wore suits or something equivalent, carrying themselves as if they opened the world. i felt like snorting. Rich people got on my nerves, and Lara was no exception.
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and then Add to home screen.