Personal assistant

Boss lady

The coffee machine whirred in the hum of the early afternoon, Rosco's busy with many customers. The light streamed in the large café window, and I waited patiently for my four lattes. Julia had been given her list of errands to do for today, she was doing fantastic as my new assistant. Sofia had already eaten lunch, but requested and I quote, 

'Coffee and you on my desk, naked.'

She was so unserious.

I smiled at Emma and Andy, taking the lattes and setting off towards the Beaumont. The sunglasses Miss Bardot purchased me had already gained so much use this summer, I pulled them down to lessen the harshness of the sun. Rupert was behind the front desk as always, and gave an excited cry when he saw me.

"Thank god, I'm so tired," he complained and took one, sipping on it like it were a drug. 

"You're cradling that like it's a child Rupert, it can't have been that bad."

He gave a look which insinuated I was entirely wrong.

"The Richmond's and the Harrington's came by."

I inhaled a sharp breath, eyes widening. 

"Oh Jesus, just to book?"

"It should have been just to book, but they were too busy complaining about anything and everything. God they're so rude I despise them."

He shivered and clutched his coffee cup tighter as I bit back a giggle. Most of the regular guests were respectable people, but as always there were a fair few that we disliked intensely, and these two families were one of them. Pompous fathers, arrogant mothers and bratty kids, every employees worst nightmare. 

Poor Rupert.

"Did you have to upgrade them again?"

"I did," he sighed, and I agreed it was the only thing to get them to shut up. 

"You know, I'll never understand why people who complain so much constantly return to the same place. No one is holding you hostage, just find somewhere else?"

He rubbed his temples and agreed avidly, thanking me again for the coffee. I waved as I took the elevator up to Del's floor, not bothering to knock. She was staring at an organised mess on the floor, different types of clothing scattered and paired, clearly trying to piece together different outfit ideas.

"My, someone's busy!"

She looked up, blank for a few seconds before registering my visit.

"Oh, thanks Lana!"

She took the coffee and elaborated on the scene in front of her.

"I was trying to figure out what to keep and what to toss, she ordered me to have another clear out."

I frowned, cocking my head to one side.

"Didn't she have a clear out last month?"

Del rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"You know what she's like, always got to be on trend."

I laughed, Del was right, Sofia always had to have the latest and best labels. Her appearance was incredibly important to her, she valued first impressions and the way she was perceived greatly. I pointed to one of the black shirts that I hadn't seen her wear in a while.

"If you were thinking of tossing that, I'd rather keep it," I requested and Del shooed me towards it.

"Absolutely, be my guest, that's one less item to think about."