Personal assistant

Delgarcie

There was an elevator which was strictly for staff use near the left-hand side of the building, and honestly with the amount of floors and the sizeable number of people this building contained, I couldn't imagine anything better. I decided that if I went to the stylist first, I could then deal with the jobs outside the building. Her name was certainly interesting, I hoped she was as exotic as she sounded, I had to travel all the way down to the third floor and through five corridors for her. The door that I stopped in front of also had it's own nameplate, I suppose she must have been well respected around here. I knocked, and then knocked again but there was no answer. 

"Hello?" I called through the crack in the door as I opened it cautiously, intrigued as to what lay behind it. My mouth dropped open when I saw the sheer volume and size of the room as I fully let the door swing open. There were clothes as far as the eye could see, everything pristine, creaseless and arranged in colour order. It was like a walk-in corridor rather than a walk-in wardrobe, and I ran my fingertips across the expensive and luxurious feeling fabrics as I proceeded through the rails and rails of blazers, trousers, dresses... 

"Hi"

I startled and briskly let go of the dress I had been staring at for a noticeably long time. I slowly turned around and a tall figure was stood in the doorway, taking a sip from a juice box with an amused look on her face. Usually I wouldn't place a juice box in the hands of anyone who worked in a setting like this and call it normal, but somehow she didn't look strange. There was this sort of careless air about her, and she tossed the box in the trash next to the door as she walked towards me slowly.

"Who are you then?" she asked spritely, and I found myself looking up at her. She was a lot taller than me, perhaps 5ft 10 or 11. It was dominating, and I felt a little shy from her radiating confidence. 

"I'm miss Bardot's new PA."

"Ah so you're the lucky one. Goodness, you must have done or said something pretty spectacular to be here, it's taken her six weeks to make this final decision."

I couldn't reply, I was too busy taking her in. She reminded me of Paris Jackson with her bright aqua eyes, blonde hair hanging down well past her shoulders. She smiled warmly at me, guessing I was nervous and trying to work her out. 

"I'm Del. A high class hippie from Cali, it's nice to meet you...?"

"Lana." I replied more relaxed now. "Lana Willows."

"Hmm, pretty name." She turned to the dress I was holding, and left me trying to work out why her comment made me feel so warm. Ignoring my gaze, she pulled the dress from the rack and studied it. 

"You like this, huh?" She asked, holding the dress up to me, and I nodded explaining,

"I love the color."

It was a rich emerald green, which always went well with my golden complexion and shiny brunette locks. I also loved a good skintight dress, and the plunge drew my attention to it even more. 

"Well its $16,800 so I can't let you have it, as right as you are about the color looking good on you." 

I felt that warm fuzzy feeling again and almost rolled my eyes at myself. Of course I was attracted to another colleague, just brilliant. She took a step back in her worn out doc Marten boots and sized me up as I looked nervously to the side, standing extra still as she bit her lip.

"Got the perfect body for it too." 

I could feel my face heating up again, but I kept it contained. I'd done enough flushing for one day.

"I cannot believe that dress is $16,800 that is ridiculous who would pay that?!" I exclaimed, trying to break the silence. She laughed lightly and placed it back on the rail.

"Why Miss Bardot of course, the woman has so much money she doesn't know what to do with it."

"Well if she has that much money she can buy me seven copies of that dress, one for every day of the week," I muttered under my breath. Del threw back her head and laughed once more, eyes sparkling.

"Hey, you're funny. She made a good choice waiting six weeks, I can see why she likes you."

She removed a labelled outfit from the top of the rail which I definitely would not have been able to reach without her help and handed it to me. I took it carefully and she smiled.

"See you around, Willows."

She brushed past me and the smell of coconut breezes wafted in my direction. I had to get out before she did anything else alluring. 

Why the hell was everyone who worked here so attractive? 

I contemplated, walking my way through the maze of rooms and halls to the elevator. Of course Miss Bardot's private suite was on the top floor. I wondered what it would look like, I was about to enter the room of the most elusive woman I'd ever met. I reckon it would be super pristine, she probably had like twenty cleaners or something. The classic ding  sounded as the doors opened and the top floor came into view. I had to use a key card for the elevator alone, and a code for the floor that her suite was on, so it was no surprise to me that the corridor was barren. This must be the floor where all the main staff suites are, I thought, as I read Rupert's name tag and continued along the short row of doors all the way to the end. I could read Bardot's nameplate all the way from the elevator, it was the one adjacent to Rupert's and also... Del's? I didn't realise she was classed as so high up in the ranks around here, even if her room did look a lot smaller than the others. I didn't knock before I entered Sofia's, I knew she was downstairs. 

"That's a shit ton of white," I muttered to myself as I looked around, astounded by how clean everything was. I placed the outfit on her crisp lace bedspread and faint vanilla musky notes reached my nostrils. I breathed in and sighed. All I wanted was to smell that all day, it was such a beautiful smell on her...

On her.

Hang on.

I snapped my head around and sure enough, there she was in all her grace stood at the door.

"Wow, you're good," she raised an eyebrow, mildly stunned for a moment by my observation skills. "I thought I was being extra quiet."

"I could smell..." I shut up immediately, realising how horrendously weird that sounded. 

Hey I've known you five seconds and I already recognise your scent! What am I a sniffer dog? Get a grip Lana.

"I was hoping I would catch you in here, here's my card to give Rosco's when you visit."

She slipped me a gold card, I struggled to fathom how something so tiny and flat could have so much weight to it, but it truly could have been the same heaviness as a mobile or book.

She turned on her heel and walked out at a leisurely pace. The entitlement she possessed would usually piss me off, but I guess I found her so hot it just made me sexually stunted instead. Waiting so I wouldn't have to get the elevator at the same time as her, I finally left her pristine suite, resisting the powerful urge to snoop. I made my way through the complex building until wandering outside into the cold, sharp afternoon air.