"That's your secretary?!"
It wasn't the first time Liz heard exclaimed disbelief at the oddity that sat in James Fair's secretarial desk that was herself. It was however, the first time she heard it with a hint of delight.
Was it her fault that no one else in the world had her style?
"James, honey, is that an honest to goodness pillbox hat?"
Liz wanted to roll her eyes, but her ear perked up on the endearment honey. Ah, that's what it was, she was the new honey.Still, she couldn't begrudge the woman, when most "honeys" have looked at her in dislike, disdain or disapproval. She wasn't lucky enough to be ignored like the other executive secretaries.
She looked up from her work, transcribing the minutes of yesterday's meeting when a small, blonde with a perfect coiffure woman purposely walked to her.
Of course James just idly watched.
Liz stared as the lady stretched out her hand, "Hello, my name is Ida Vandergrift, and you are?"
Liz wanted to say, 'temporary' but instead she held out her own hand, " Elizabeth Maine."