what happened in a small town

part thirteen

Facts hurt.
Otherwise, they would not be facts, they would just be an expression of what happened or will happen.
No one breathes a sigh of relief when someone tells them they are going to tell them the truth because they don’t want to hear it even if they claim to be realistic and don’t deal with their mind’s perceptions. After all, hearing the truth in any form hurts, pins from a gun between the fingers of another; we can deal with the facts, but we never want to hear them.
The short morning conversation with her aunt made her stomach cramp, her face turn pale and her mind rage with not-so-good thoughts.

She doesn’t want to seem like the bad guy, the one who came back to ruin a relationship between two people who are about to get engaged, as everyone she meets says, but she is that way in everyone’s eyes, even her aunt’s eyes. She is that way in her own eyes, even if she denies it.
She wouldn’t deny that she wanted everything that happened, she wanted everything that happened and she was overwhelmed with a slight magical feeling like a hypnotist, with everything that happened, she wouldn’t deny that she still loved Harry and still felt entitled to have him, and this is what makes her feel like a bad person because she has no right here.

She left and made bad decisions that had terrible consequences for her life, and she shouldn’t come back expecting everything to be the same.
Her head snapped up at the call of the driver of the car she had occupied, announcing her arrival at the agency’s headquarters. She thanked him, got out, and walked towards it. She would bury herself in work as happened yesterday, and perhaps everything would turn out well; a foolish wish.

She walked into a place where the employees were apparently still adjusting to being employees of an advertising agency! The pretty, slender secretary on the phone with a client, she thought, was talking like a model climbing her way to the cinema.
She sighed and stopped halfway between her new office and the entrance, turning towards her oval desk in the reception, the place that represented the agency, she looked at her with wide eyes, her eyelashes fluttering in a forced smile, raising her fist then clenching it, indicating for her to put the call on hold, she complied with her request then shook her head questioningly, she really didn’t know what she was doing.
“Let me make a bold and far-fetched assumption; you didn’t study business or secretarial?”

“Yes, this is my first time doing this job.” She replied with a half-bored surprise.
She was making a sarcastic joke but she didn’t get it. She shook her head in disbelief, a fake smile on her lips instead of a scream. “Look, Sheila, there are some things that are obvious in a secretary’s job, like answering the phone, making appointments, reviewing paperwork, responding to clients formally and politely, and just answering their questions. But that doesn’t include talking to them like a hotline girl because that gives the clients a wrong impression, which gives the agency a reputation that no company wants. Are you got me?”
Her lips rose Into a wry smile, the mocking look of a foolish girl who thinks success comes only through hard work, she shrugged in response. “But the client needs a soft voice to negotiate with, one who is easygoing, who is impressed by everything he says and laughs at every silly joke he makes.”

“Then the idea they will get about the agency is that it provides easy-going girls who provide services in exchange for work, and next time they will not come to us with a good job but rather request girls to supervise special events and believe me there are companies for this type of work and of course, they are better at it than you.”

She dropped the phone she was holding, her mouth open and her eyes wide, not happy with what she heard, her face contorted in anger.
“I don’t believe you! You don’t need to say that to plant your feet here.” She closed her eyes and exhaled sharply; she couldn’t deal with someone judging her because she understood the duties of an assistant very well; she was tired of it, so she spread her hands out and waved at her.

“Believe me, I’m not trying to plant anything here; I’m just telling you the truth that no one has told you so that I can make this agency the workplace that it was created for.