Skyline of concrete dreams- SwanQueen

Chapter 4

Emma is well aware that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, one she wasn't going to waste. The fact that Mills' were big and successful is known to all, but Emma needs to know more. And that's what Google is for, right?

Sitting on a bar stool in Granny's, with her laptop connected to the extra plug near the cash register, Emma reads in earnest. Some of what she reads, she repeats to Ruby when the brunette passes her seat "Did you know they are one of the largest all-American companies?" and "Wow, they're also involved in technology and data combined housing"

Ruby, in turn, would give her a thumbs up and go back to her previous occupation.

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Sitting on her sofa, Emma eyes her cell phone wearily. Eventually, after minutes of doing nothing, she picks it up and dials the number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Miss Nolan?"

"Yes?"

"It's Emma Swan, I'm calling about the job."

Silence.

Emma clears her throat and tries again "The welfare program for" automatically lowering her voice like any other time she has to discuss her past, and continues "Adults who grew up in foster care."

"Oh! Yes, of course! Hi, Emma, it's good to hear from you."

She sighs in relief, finally leaning comfortably against the couch.

"Yes, thank you" she replies, not knowing what else to say.

"You were instructed to contact me regarding the details of your employment, correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I would love to explain everything but I think it's better we meet and talk about it in person."

"Yes, I agree."

"Good, how about tomorrow? The position we would like to offer you needs to be filled quickly."

"Sure, tomorrow sounds good."

"Okay, hold on a second" the sound of typing fills the line. A moment later Kathryn's back "How about 8:30 in the morning? Or is it too early for you?" the light-hearted tease can be easily spotted, making her smile.

"8:30 is perfect"

"Excellent, I will see you tomorrow then. Please bring the file you were given and some kind of identification, it could be your ID or drivers' license."

"Will do. And thank you." She adds as an afterthought.

"No problem, have a good evening."

"You too."

And just like that, she has got herself an appointment at Mills' Corp.

Dammit, she combs a hand through her hair, she needs something to wear.

She digs in her closet, looking for nothing in particular. Eventually, coming across the, apparently, only pair of tailored pants she owns. She doesn't even remember getting them but they are a blessed find, nonetheless. She matches it with her white buttoned up shirt and simple black shoes. Needless to say that Emma doesn't own anything fancy like pantsuits or power suits, she doesn't even own heels. Well, at least not that are work-appropriate.

Both shirt and pants are more wrinkled than the 90-year-old Nana, who used to sit right across the street from her foster home and stare at nothing all day. She makes her way down to the second floor, and with a shy smile asks for Mrs. O'Malley's help. The older woman is thrilled at the prospect of helping, happily ushering Emma in. Ordering Emma to sit quietly with a cup of tea in hand, she does all the work. The blonde feels uncomfortable sitting there doing nothing, but Rosie seems genuinely happy to have someone to take care of, so she lets this one go.