Free Echoes in Eternity (The Pella Series Book 1) by Emine Fougner Page B

I’ve got nothing in my name, what I should get, will be taken away, otherwise it will get me locked away; Sarah made that much clear to me. My checking account boasts a whopping $63.27; my own nanny gave me the money for gas to get here. I’m a new college graduate, and the only reason I don’t have student loans is because my uncle insisted on paying for my college education. He and Stella purchased my first brand new car as a graduation present, a silver Mustang. I have two best friends Melie and Rose, and I haven’t had a boyfriend to speak of. Most guys, especially the last one I had dated had the sole purpose of getting me to fourth base without going through first, second or even the third which is why I broke up with him last year. When it comes to sex, the neighbor’s two year old puppy probably has better sexual prowess than I do... I shake my head at me sadly. The only sex I’ve had was in my dreams with a man who doesn’t exist. Suffice it to say that the extent of my experience is pitiful at best. That about sums up the poor inventory of my life. ‘ Just worry about retaining the job! ’ I remind myself. He can probably hire the best employee he wants; why would he want someone who doesn’t have any job experience? I have to work my ass off this week to prove myself.
    The e levator door dings open, and I straighten my back and as I walk out and come face to face with two leggy women; a blonde and a brunette. The blonde woman looks elegant, sophisticated and so sure of herself. I can’t help but notice that she’s wearing a pair of Manolo Blahnik alligator boots. I know them to be $14,000 because Sarah owns a pair, and her dress is just fresh off the runway from Paris, or London or Milan or some fashion capital like that. The other woman is a brunette with shiny, straight long hair down to her mid back wearing a pencil skirt which is hugging her curves in all in the right places, and her double Ds are accentuated with a curve hugging sleeveless blouse and her feet are donned in Ferragamo pumps. She not only smells of money, but also class. Both women are holding über expensive Gucci purses elegantly on their arms. By the looks of all four of the suited security guys gawking at them openly, I can tell that these women are used to getting this reaction, and I’m sure they expect to get the same response upstairs.
    All of a sudden, I feel so out of place. Compared to these two, I look like a teenager who raided her mother’s closet and is playing dress up with her clothes. The two women stop talking when they see me exit the elevator right in front of them and give me an appraising look from head to toe as they’re effectively blocking my way. The glossy ‘Visitor – 35 th  Floor’ ID I have tagged on my chest captures their notice. What? Is it a privilege to get to the 35 th floor? Deciding that I’m no match for them in any shape or form, they smile at each other conspiratorially. They seem very secure in the knowledge that they look like a million bucks and I look like a cowgirl who is awkward in a dress and whatever job they’re going to perform upstairs, it’s all over their face that I won’t qualify for it. They both sport the same ‘Visitor-35 th  Floor’ IDs clipped on their very large accentuated bosoms. My heart gets constricted, my face flushes, and I feel an odd burning sensation over my arms. All of a sudden I feel dizzy. Are they interviewing for the same job? Will they get a week-long trial offer right after I do? Why should I care who Alex... I mean Mr. Pella should hire? It’s his company, his personal assistant position. I can find another job. My subconscious reminds me in a small voice that this is the job I want and maybe I do feel a tad bit jealous. I shut her up immediately.
    Both the women stand before me intentionally blocking my way. Why would they try to intimidate a stranger who only visited a floor they’re going up to? It doesn’t make sense. “Mr. Pella