looking up for me since the downturn I’d taken when Ethan died.
Ethan. My heart panged at the memory of him. What would he make of all this? The old Alyssa, the one he married, wouldn’t have ever made such a ballsy move as to up sticks and move hundreds of miles from her family and home. But then none of this would have happened if he was still here. We’d still be married and would still be living in the same house, just round the corner from our families. Unfortunately, the ALS would still be progressing too. I wish with all my heart that none of this had happened, my life has been turned upside down and inside out, yet I couldn’t help but think he would be proud of me. He wanted me to move on and that is exactly what I have been trying to do .
Chapter Three
At 8:45 a.m. I entered the building of Emerging Butterfly Publishing House. Looking around me, I saw a big imposing building with an ultra-modern look inside and out.
I walked up to the highly polished, black reception desk. I cleared my throat, as the receptionist was paying attention to her computer.
“Good morning. I have an appointment with Ms. Lynch at 9 a.m.,” I said quietly.
“Ah yes, Mrs. Young, please be seated and Ms. Lynch will be with you momentarily,”the receptionis t— or Skyla, according to her nameta g— said brightly.
“It’s Ms. Young,” I corrected with a smile.
“I beg your pardon, Ms. Young. Would you like a drink while you wait?”
“A glass of water would be good. Thank you.”
My throat was a little dry and I could tell it was only going to get worse with nerves. Claire had said I was good enough to get this job but even with my years of experience in the industry, it still didn’t guarantee a good result from this interview. Only time would tell, I suppose.
As I sat with my glass of water, a door opened and a gorgeous looking woman stepped over the threshold.
“Good morning, Ms. Young. Please, come this way.” She gestured towards her office.
I stood and smoothed invisible wrinkles from my skirt. I could feel a slight sheen of sweat on my hands as I did so.
I walked forward into the office and heard the door close softly behind us.
“Please, take a seat, Ms. Young.” Ms. Lynch gestured to the chair in front of her desk.
“Thank you,” I said as I took the seat.
I looked around the office and saw that whilst it may look all business at first glance, if you looked a little closer you could see the touches of home that had been integrated over however long Ms. Lynch had been with the company.
“So, Ms. Young, may I call you Alyssa?” she asked as she took the seat opposite me.
“Of course.”
“Well, you can call me Julieanne.” She smiled as she made herself comfortable.
“Thank you, Julieanne.”
“Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself, Alyssa?”
I told her a bit about my old job as an editor for Peterson’s Press and a little about having only just moved to town. I didn’t want her to know too much about what brought me to town so I told her that I had just wanted a change. Nobody could know the real reason behind my move. Not yet.
I won’t lie and say the interview was a breeze—there were some hard questions that I took my time to formulate answers to. It seemed to have gone okay, though. Julieanne had been very nice and had treated me as though I was a friend rather than a prospective employee.
I stepped outside and called a cab. The sun was shining and I had a feeling of calm come over me. I had done all I could, and whether I got the job was now firmly in the hands of Julieanne.
I paid the driver as we pulled up outside Clark’s store.
“So…” Clark said as I entered.
“I think it went okay. She said I’ll hear by Friday. I was her last interviewee, so she’ll spend the next couple of days deliberating, no doubt.”
“Well, I think you’ll get it. I have every faith in you.”
Clark was so sweet. He knew next to
Ethan. My heart panged at the memory of him. What would he make of all this? The old Alyssa, the one he married, wouldn’t have ever made such a ballsy move as to up sticks and move hundreds of miles from her family and home. But then none of this would have happened if he was still here. We’d still be married and would still be living in the same house, just round the corner from our families. Unfortunately, the ALS would still be progressing too. I wish with all my heart that none of this had happened, my life has been turned upside down and inside out, yet I couldn’t help but think he would be proud of me. He wanted me to move on and that is exactly what I have been trying to do .
Chapter Three
At 8:45 a.m. I entered the building of Emerging Butterfly Publishing House. Looking around me, I saw a big imposing building with an ultra-modern look inside and out.
I walked up to the highly polished, black reception desk. I cleared my throat, as the receptionist was paying attention to her computer.
“Good morning. I have an appointment with Ms. Lynch at 9 a.m.,” I said quietly.
“Ah yes, Mrs. Young, please be seated and Ms. Lynch will be with you momentarily,”the receptionis t— or Skyla, according to her nameta g— said brightly.
“It’s Ms. Young,” I corrected with a smile.
“I beg your pardon, Ms. Young. Would you like a drink while you wait?”
“A glass of water would be good. Thank you.”
My throat was a little dry and I could tell it was only going to get worse with nerves. Claire had said I was good enough to get this job but even with my years of experience in the industry, it still didn’t guarantee a good result from this interview. Only time would tell, I suppose.
As I sat with my glass of water, a door opened and a gorgeous looking woman stepped over the threshold.
“Good morning, Ms. Young. Please, come this way.” She gestured towards her office.
I stood and smoothed invisible wrinkles from my skirt. I could feel a slight sheen of sweat on my hands as I did so.
I walked forward into the office and heard the door close softly behind us.
“Please, take a seat, Ms. Young.” Ms. Lynch gestured to the chair in front of her desk.
“Thank you,” I said as I took the seat.
I looked around the office and saw that whilst it may look all business at first glance, if you looked a little closer you could see the touches of home that had been integrated over however long Ms. Lynch had been with the company.
“So, Ms. Young, may I call you Alyssa?” she asked as she took the seat opposite me.
“Of course.”
“Well, you can call me Julieanne.” She smiled as she made herself comfortable.
“Thank you, Julieanne.”
“Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself, Alyssa?”
I told her a bit about my old job as an editor for Peterson’s Press and a little about having only just moved to town. I didn’t want her to know too much about what brought me to town so I told her that I had just wanted a change. Nobody could know the real reason behind my move. Not yet.
I won’t lie and say the interview was a breeze—there were some hard questions that I took my time to formulate answers to. It seemed to have gone okay, though. Julieanne had been very nice and had treated me as though I was a friend rather than a prospective employee.
I stepped outside and called a cab. The sun was shining and I had a feeling of calm come over me. I had done all I could, and whether I got the job was now firmly in the hands of Julieanne.
I paid the driver as we pulled up outside Clark’s store.
“So…” Clark said as I entered.
“I think it went okay. She said I’ll hear by Friday. I was her last interviewee, so she’ll spend the next couple of days deliberating, no doubt.”
“Well, I think you’ll get it. I have every faith in you.”
Clark was so sweet. He knew next to
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