The Boss' Daughter

Chapter 7

As the evening came, I was getting more and more anxious. In the time I had been working for Mr. Adams, I had not once attended any business meeting with him. I had given him notes, documents, paperwork, things of that nature before he went in for a meeting, but I had never actually been in attendance for any. I figured he wanted to look big, like he could do everything himself, and me being present during a meeting would show that he needed some help at times with everything he had on his plate.

"Here's those heels before I forget." I stretched out my hand to take the shoes from Molly. "I put your dress upstairs in the extra bedroom. You can take the heels up there and change in that room. I have makeup you can borrow, too." She paused for a second and I was starting to be suspicious of how kind she was being to me. "You know what? I'll just do your makeup. You could use the help." I spoke too soon.

"Well, thank you. I appreciate it." Molly ignored me, of course. She was definitely her father's daughter. I went upstairs and put the black heels on the floor by the bed, looking at the black spaghetti strapped dress Molly had laid out on the bed, as to not get any wrinkles. I walked around the room, admiring how neat everything was. It was decorated with a light Grey paint and a couple pictures of water scenes hung throughout the room. The bed followed the same Grey, neutral tone of the room with the bedspread, pillows, and blanket neatly draped over the bottom. I walked over to the window, propping my hand under the left sidebof my face and leaning slightly against it. I looked out and could see the fountain and massive driveway that ran around it. It looked so peaceful out the window. I thought about how Molly might feel on days like this. Her father tells her she must be in attendance at one of his business meetings, not bothering to ask if she had plans or if there was something else she would like to do. Molly was probably used to it, but a thirteen year old should not have to have such a strict life of constantly following orders and pleasing her father. She should be able to be a normal teenager. She was missing out on things and I'm sure Mr. Adams didn't have a clue. If he did, he probably didn't care. He was strictly business and only cared about his job and money.

"Did you get lost?" I jumped.

"Huh?"

"You've been up here a while." Molly walked over and sat on the bed, facing the window. She must have noticed I was staring outside by her next comment. "It looks so peaceful out there, doesn't it?" I nodded. "If you look at the house and take it all in, it looks so happy. It looks like the family that lives here must be a really happy one, filled with love." Molly had never said anything like this before. She wasn't being her normal, rude, teenage self. I felt there was more to it.

"Aren't you happy living here?"

"I'd have to be happy living in a place this big with whatever I want, wouldn't I?" She was avoiding directly answering my question, but I didn't want to push her too hard.

"That's not really an answer, but you don't have to say anything." I sat beside her, neither of us speaking for a couple minutes. We just looked out the window, the sun starting to go down.

"Would you be happy living here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Not with me or my father...just...would you be happy living in a house this big and having anything you want without having to worry about it?" I thought about her question for a minute, really thinking about what my life would be like if I did live a life like that.

"Ive always worked for everything. It's been hard and I've struggled. Finding this job as your father's assistant has really helped me financially. It would be nice to not have to worry about money, but it would be a bug change for me to go from working all the time to being able to just sit back and enjoy things without worrying so much." I could tell Molly understood what I was saying.

"We should probably get dressed. It's 5:30." Mr. Adams said he would be by at 6pm sharply to pick us up. We did not need to keep him waiting. We had to be ready when he arrived. "I'm going to mybroom to change. Get dressed and I'll come back in and do your hair and makeup." Molly's personality had changed. I liked this Molly. I liked her not being rude and making snarky comments, but rather being kind. It was a side of her I hadn't seen before. It made me wonder if Mr. Adams had a kind side to him. Honestly, it would be hard for me to imagine him being nice. Molly probably got that kind side of hers from her mother. I slipped off my clothes and slid on the black spaghetti strapped dress, sitting on the bed to slip on the black heels. "Are you all changed?"

"Yes, I am." Molly smiled.

"You look nice."

"You do, too. I like that dress on you. It suits you." She put her hands on her hip, smiling. I could tell she didn't receive compliments much and that my kind words were appreciated.

"Come sit on the bed and I'll put some makeup on you." She got out some foundation and began putting it on my face. She pulled out some eyeshadow and a brush. "A light smoky eye will be perfect for your look." The softness of the brush lightly tickled my eyelid as Molly put on the eyeshadow. "Okay, open your eyes. Look up so I can add this mascara." I looked up as she added mascara to my eyelashes. I was anxious to see how I looked. "Here, let me add some lipstick and I'll be finished." I stayed still as Molly put a deep red colored lipstick on my lips. This was definitely a bold look, which was something I would never have put on myself, but I let Molly do what she wanted. "Come to the bathroom ane I'll fix your hair." I went in behind her and sat on the vanity chair as she picked up a curling iron. She pinned up the top layer of my hair and started rolling the bottom layer. As she rolled my hair, I couldn't help but to think of how this is something she and her mother should be doing together. It must be so hard for Molly to do things like this and not have her mother to share in these experiences. She has no siblings and I never heard her mention any friends, so I wondered if she had anyone at all to do these girly, teenage things with. It was sad to think about and I felt bad for her, even if she was a mean girl at times. She deserved more. She deserved better. "I'm all finished. You can look." I looked in the mirror. Molly had done an awesome job. The light, wavy curls flowed perfectly down my shoulders. My makeup was perfect and as Molly said, the smoky eye completed the look. I stood up.

"Thank you for doing all of this for me." Molly unplugged the curling iron.

"Don't mention it. It was sort of nice being able to do this with someone." I smiled at her and she smiled back. "Oh, I almost forgot." She reached down in a chair that sat in the bedroom beside a long mirror. "I had this small black clutch I thought would go with your look for tonight at dinner. Plus, it'll be good for you to keep your phone in. I'm sure my father will expect you to take notes of anything important." She nudged me slightly and I took the black clutch. "We better go downstairs. It's almost 6 and I'm sure my father would freak out if we were even a minute late." I nodded, knowing she was right.

"Molly? Are you ready?" Mr. Adams voice trailed up the stairs.

"We're coming down." Molly went down the stairs and I trailed behind her.

"You look nice." Mr. Adams kissed Molly on the cheek, slightly placing his hand on her arm as he did so. "Ms. Burke is to join. Is she com..." He must have not noticed me follow Molly down the stairs.

"I hope I look presentable. I've never joined you for a business meeting before." Mr. Adams looked as if he questioned what I said.

"No, I suppose you haven't. Molly did a nice job cleaning you up." He turned and opened the door. Molly looked back at me and rolled her eyes. Mr. Adams and Molly walked off fast in front of me and I tried to catch up as to not make them wait.

"Admit it, she looks nice." Molly whispered but I couldn't make out her words.

"Yes, she does look nice. You picked out the dress?" Molly nodded. "Excellent choice." We were all sitting in the back of a black limo. The driver didn't speak,  just starting driving us to where we would be having dinner for the evening.