“Hello.” I nervously shook the hands of the tall, thin 30 something year old who had piercing hazel eyes. “I’m Tristan Monroe, I’m here for the interview.” I gulped, trying to look as natural as I could at the set of a TV show. This is intimidating, I thought as I bit my lower lip.
“Ahh, yes! Call me Adam!” He shook my hand firmly and looked around like he was expecting someone to come.
“mary!” he yelled at some short red head in killer jimmy choos. She strutted over to me with a bright smile on her face, checking my outfit out.
“Monroe?” she asked me, extending her hand out.
“Tristan Monroe, it’s nice to meet you.” I smiled back as she eyed my louboutins.
“Let’s walk?” she arched her thin eyebrow and waited for my response.
She lead me to the building and to a room that looked like the backstage of a Prada runway.
“I’ve looked over your resume and talked to a few others and I think that working as assistant stylist would fit you perfectly with us. What do you think?”
She smiled when she saw me light up and get excited.
“Then we have a deal?”
“Definitely!” my grin was from ear to ear.
“you can walk around, get to know everyone right now but you start Monday morning, I will set you up when I get the chance. I really hope you make me proud, Monroe.”
“I will, thank you for this opportunity.” I was relieved at how smoothly things worked out.
I grabbed two cups of coffee and walked to class. I placed the cup of coffee on Derek’s desk.
“Hey. Whats this? A secret admirer? This happens everywhere I go.” He rolled his eyes and laughed.
“Shut up, it’s a thank you for the job you got me.”
“I didn’t get you the job!” he smiled at the cup of coffee and I found myself smiling at him.
“you kinda did. I’m assistant stylist as of Monday.” I replied.
“Wow, that’s really cool. You get to dress me in cool outfits, don’t make me look bad.”
“You have to stay on my good side then.”
He chuckled. “