I won’t know if I’ve been successful until
the results are out.”
“And if you’re
successful, where will you be located?”
“There are
several possibilities. My preferred location would be New York, but
Barcelona is another option. I’d take anything that offered me
suitable experience, because it’s crucial for me to build up my
experience and add to my portfolio, if I want to make headway in my
career.”
“So that’s why
you’ve been working on your own on my company’s design
project?”
“Well partly
yes, but it just so happened that it fitted in with my latest
course work assignment for university. I…I hope you don't mind that
I’ve being doing this, do you, Mr Starr? I have been completing it
in my own time in the evenings, not at work. Perhaps I should have
asked your permission first…” she suddenly looked worried, as a
frown creased her face.
“Yes, perhaps
you should have, Miss Jones. I’ll reserve judgement until I see if
we might be able to use anything you’ve produced.”
I wasn’t
entirely convinced this young female student could produce anything
worthwhile, when my own dedicated three man team hadn’t been able
to. It was a long shot at best, but I felt it warranted checking
out. I might be scraping the bottom of the barrel, but sometimes
that’s where you found the hidden treasure.
We pulled up
outside the house, where luckily there was a parking space
available behind Jamie’s car for once. Seraphina quickly jumped out
to make her way to the front door, fumbling for her keys while I
followed behind.
Having fought
our way through the usual tangle of dirty shoes and trainers piled
in the entrance hall, she started heading for the stairs, but then
stopped and turned to me.
“Could you
give me a few minutes to sort my work into some sort of a
presentation for you, Mr. Starr, because there is quite a lot to
get through? Maybe it would be better if you waited in the kitchen,
perhaps help yourself to a coffee, and then I could bring it down
to you?”
“I’ll take
things as I find them. No point in hauling it all down, because if
memory serves, you’re in the attic room. We’ll be here all bloody
day otherwise.”
“Okay, just
give me a minute to get things in order, as obviously I wasn't
expecting you to come round,” she replied.
As she went
upstairs, Jamie appeared at his bedroom door, yawning and
stretching, all messy hair and barely decent in just his pyjama
bottoms. Clearly the lazy sod had only just got out of bed, even
though it had already gone eleven in the morning.
“Hi, Babe.
What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work, busily making
cups of tea for all my brother’s minions?” He grinned as he grabbed
hold of her to try and kiss her.
“Not now,
Jamie,” she hissed, as she tried to push him away, clearly
embarrassed as she glanced over her shoulder at me.
“Good morning,
Jamie. Shouldn’t you be at a lecture or studying hard for your
finals?” I asked, as Seraphina extracted herself from him, and
quickly scooted off up the small second set of stairs to her
room.
“I was being
productive. I was catching up on some vital sleep. Anyway, what the
hell are you doing here?” Jamie looked at me curiously. I couldn’t
actually remember the last time I’d been in this house – dirty,
messy student houses held no appeal whatsoever for me. That’s why I
always had Jamie come over to my place for a decent meal in clean
surroundings whenever we got together.
“I’ve come to
see some designs your girlfriend has apparently drawn up, seeing as
my creative team have failed miserably to come up with anything
remotely suitable.”
“Really? Well
she’s spent hours and hours working on the wretched things, I do
know that, meaning she’s had has even less time to spend with me
recently. She’s always bloody working, one way or another.”
“Maybe you
should take a leaf out of her book, Jamie. Maybe you should get on
with some studying
the results are out.”
“And if you’re
successful, where will you be located?”
“There are
several possibilities. My preferred location would be New York, but
Barcelona is another option. I’d take anything that offered me
suitable experience, because it’s crucial for me to build up my
experience and add to my portfolio, if I want to make headway in my
career.”
“So that’s why
you’ve been working on your own on my company’s design
project?”
“Well partly
yes, but it just so happened that it fitted in with my latest
course work assignment for university. I…I hope you don't mind that
I’ve being doing this, do you, Mr Starr? I have been completing it
in my own time in the evenings, not at work. Perhaps I should have
asked your permission first…” she suddenly looked worried, as a
frown creased her face.
“Yes, perhaps
you should have, Miss Jones. I’ll reserve judgement until I see if
we might be able to use anything you’ve produced.”
I wasn’t
entirely convinced this young female student could produce anything
worthwhile, when my own dedicated three man team hadn’t been able
to. It was a long shot at best, but I felt it warranted checking
out. I might be scraping the bottom of the barrel, but sometimes
that’s where you found the hidden treasure.
We pulled up
outside the house, where luckily there was a parking space
available behind Jamie’s car for once. Seraphina quickly jumped out
to make her way to the front door, fumbling for her keys while I
followed behind.
Having fought
our way through the usual tangle of dirty shoes and trainers piled
in the entrance hall, she started heading for the stairs, but then
stopped and turned to me.
“Could you
give me a few minutes to sort my work into some sort of a
presentation for you, Mr. Starr, because there is quite a lot to
get through? Maybe it would be better if you waited in the kitchen,
perhaps help yourself to a coffee, and then I could bring it down
to you?”
“I’ll take
things as I find them. No point in hauling it all down, because if
memory serves, you’re in the attic room. We’ll be here all bloody
day otherwise.”
“Okay, just
give me a minute to get things in order, as obviously I wasn't
expecting you to come round,” she replied.
As she went
upstairs, Jamie appeared at his bedroom door, yawning and
stretching, all messy hair and barely decent in just his pyjama
bottoms. Clearly the lazy sod had only just got out of bed, even
though it had already gone eleven in the morning.
“Hi, Babe.
What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work, busily making
cups of tea for all my brother’s minions?” He grinned as he grabbed
hold of her to try and kiss her.
“Not now,
Jamie,” she hissed, as she tried to push him away, clearly
embarrassed as she glanced over her shoulder at me.
“Good morning,
Jamie. Shouldn’t you be at a lecture or studying hard for your
finals?” I asked, as Seraphina extracted herself from him, and
quickly scooted off up the small second set of stairs to her
room.
“I was being
productive. I was catching up on some vital sleep. Anyway, what the
hell are you doing here?” Jamie looked at me curiously. I couldn’t
actually remember the last time I’d been in this house – dirty,
messy student houses held no appeal whatsoever for me. That’s why I
always had Jamie come over to my place for a decent meal in clean
surroundings whenever we got together.
“I’ve come to
see some designs your girlfriend has apparently drawn up, seeing as
my creative team have failed miserably to come up with anything
remotely suitable.”
“Really? Well
she’s spent hours and hours working on the wretched things, I do
know that, meaning she’s had has even less time to spend with me
recently. She’s always bloody working, one way or another.”
“Maybe you
should take a leaf out of her book, Jamie. Maybe you should get on
with some studying
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