Irish Promises

Chapter Eighteen

Okay maybe all the extra curriculars this morning weren't particularly the best idea because I am beyond flagging today.

Actually flagging would probably be an understatement. Exhausted is a better explanation to how I feel today and Zara's daily never ending to-do lists are not helping in the slightest.

I have this feeling that I'm the only one working on this ball and for the life of me I can't understand why. Clearly it's a big deal and has to be pulled off in such a short timespan but every task has been given to me to do. Everything my responsibility and I feel as if I'm just being set up to fail because I'm sure there are way more experienced people in this office that would know exactly what they're doing.

I've literally been back and sat at my desk for all of ten minutes when I hear Zara calling my name.

"Stasia!" she calls from her office and I internally groan at the thought of having to get up from my desk yet again.

I have to admit that swapping out my heels for trainers seems to have made a whole world of difference but I hadn't quite expected to be up on my feet this much.

I know I shouldn't complain. This is what I wanted but as the minutes tick by I wonder if I've made a massive mistake. Maybe I'm not suited for this either like I wasn't suited for working at Hugh's office.

Maybe the only thing I'm actually good at is luring me for nefarious reasons like Damien always said.

With that thought in mind I begrudgingly get up from my desk and head into her office where she sits behind her desk tapping away on her laptop.

Probably poised to give me my next list of things to do.

"Do you have lunch plans?" she asks not looking up from her screen as soon as I step in.

"Erm no?" I reply as more as a question.

Lunch plans would actually mean that I had time for lunch and there definitely hasn't been any time for that.

"Perfect!" she says all chipperly. "Everything you've managed to put together so far for the charity ball can you get it all together and head out to meet our client to go over the details?"

"Me? As in alone?" I ask, a little bemused about why she would send me over everyone else here.

Surely meeting with clients would be better handled by someone that actually knows what they're doing which is definitely not me. I've barely fumbled my way through the last few days and come out on the other side.

"Yes you" she says with a chuckle as if my bemusement is completely unfounded.

She grabs a pen and jots something down onto a sticky note before waving it in the air for me to take.

"This is the address for the restaurant, the table is under mine name and the client will meet you there in 20 minutes so I'd get going if I was you" she says and with the limited time it means I can't even ask her any questions.

Great. Just fucking great.

"Right okay" I say with a false smile as I take the sticky note and go to head back out.