The Older Man Part II

Chapter 3

Working Girl

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CHEYENNE'S POINT OF VIEW

I looked myself over in the stand-up mirror by the bedroom closet, critiquing my outfit and appearance. This was my first day at my new job and I needed to look as professional as I could.

Everyone would surely be dressed as sharp and tailored as they could be so I needed to meet those same standards with what I had in my wardrobe.

I didn't have much in my closet for a corporate setting and despite Vincent's constant attempts to convince me to let him buy me something for work, I did the best I could with a light blue scoop neck top that I tucked into a black pencil skirt that rested just above my knee, and a pair of black heels. 

There wasn't much makeup on my face, just enough to cover a few blemishes and imperfections. I didn't want to cake on gallons of foundation or eyeshadow.

I was going to be the receptionist so I had to look as nice and presentable as I could. I was the first face that people would see and I couldn't appear flawed.

There was nothing more uncomfortable than trying to have a casual conversation with a receptionist who's wearing so much makeup that you can see it cracking with every facial expression she makes and having to force yourself to not notice its overwhelming presence.

I wanted to appear friendly and fresh-faced so I went light on the makeup. As I grew more comfortable in my new position, I would gradually take more risks with my makeup and fashion choices, but for my first day, I chose to play it safe and ease into everything.

After nodding at my reflection in the mirror, happy with how I looked, I walked out of the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen to grab the water bottle I set in the refrigerator last night to chill.

I grabbed the purple water bottle that sat beside a few boxes of last night's Chinese takeout before turning on my heel to walk to the front door.

A soft smile crept onto my face when I saw a piece of paper that was visibly ripped out of a notebook taped onto the front door just underneath the peephole.

On the paper read "I hope you have a great day at work. I know you'll be amazing. Show them how incredible you are. I love you baby girl" with a smiley face and a heart at the bottom of the page.

"Vincent," I lightly chuckled under my breath as I admired the little note he left me.

He left for work an hour before I even woke up, but he clearly wasn't going to let that stop him from telling me a few encouraging words on my first day.

I muttered an 'I love you' in response to the message he wrote before walking out the front door and heading downstairs to the parking garage.

When I found my car, I got in and immediately followed my GPS to where my new job was located. Butterflies invaded my stomach as I neared closet to the large building downtown.

As I was stopped at a red light, I began to let my mind wander.

For the past two years, I was a receptionist at a family dentist's office. It was a great job with friendly people working alongside me, but it came to an unfortunate end.