𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇- spencer reid ✔️

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋. The new interns that Margot had scouted were meeting Celia for the first time today, all of them looking at her nervously or in adoration. Every spring since Celia started her business, she brought in eight interns to learn from her and to help them gain any experience they needed to secure themselves a job in fashion. Celia had a lot of influence in lots of high places, so an intern slot at Clairmont Couture was highly coveted.

"I think these are great, Margot." Usually, Celia would be in charge of hand-picking the interns herself, but since she was trying to ease up a bit, she gave the reins to Margot, who was the next best thing because she knew Celia almost as well as she knew herself. There were twelve resumes in front of her, and only eight intern slots, and Celia had a decision to make. "Which ones do you think I should eliminate?"

"You're asking me?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow. Celia nodded and leaned back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap. Celia already had an idea of which ones had to go, but she wanted to see what Margot thought, and if she shared the same thought process as she did. "Okay," she nodded, rummaging through the resumes. "I guess I would cut these four," she told her hesitantly, handing the resumes over to Celia. Celia skimmed through them and tried to hide her grin. She knew she was right about Margot. She had good instincts.

"Why?" Celia asked her with a raised brow.

Margot paused and pondered for a moment, then took a deep breath and composed herself before speaking. "Well, this one doesn't exactly meet the criteria we're looking for. This applicant is good, but also too young, so they could be a better fit during next year's round of interns. And this one isn't horrible by any means, but the competition is fierce and the other applicants have more to offer."

"I agree."

"You do?" Margot's brows shot up and Celia nodded slowly, a grin creeping up her face. Margot doubted herself too much, which was why she was constantly holding herself back from sharing her opinions or taking on more of a leadership role. She was in her head too much and cared too much about what people thought of her, but Celia knew that under all that, she was intelligent and perceptive. All she needed was a little push and Celia knew she could do great things.

"We'll go with these eight," Celia declared, stacking the resumes into a small pile on her desk. Just then, the phone rang and Celia rushed to pick it up, "Celia Clairmont," she greeted. "Hi," the voice on the other end greeted, and Celia found herself smiling. "Hi, Spencer," she responded. She glanced up to see Margot still in her office with an amused expression, and she wiped the smile clean off of her face. She excused herself from the office and shut the door quietly behind her.

"Did you figure it out yet?"

"The riddle?" Celia guessed, and Spencer hummed in response. She rolled her eyes. "I'm working on it," she answered vaguely. Truth is, she hadn't been able to figure it out. She had a feeling that it was blatantly obvious, and she was thinking too much about it, but she had a feeling that Spencer intended for it to be that way. "I'm getting close."

"Do you want a hint?" He mused, and Celia scowled at the phone. "No, I do not. That's too easy," she huffed. Spencer Reid would not wear her down. "I'll figure it out, it's just not my priority at the moment. You know, because I'm running my own business and all."

He chuckled, and Celia swore that it was the nicest sound she'd ever heard. She couldn't help but blush when she realised she'd been stuck in her own daydream that she had completely missed what he had said. "Sorry, you're gonna have to repeat that."