Chasing Shadows (34 page)

Mia laughed. "Jackson is in high demand as a trainer. You should see the gaggle of women that gawk at him while he's working out."

"Now, Mia," Jackson lectured playfully. "You're going to give Emma the wrong idea. I'm a dedicated trainer that would never take advantage of potential clients."

"Riiight," Mia said sarcastically. "And I actually think that fuchsia is a color that works on everyone. That's at least what I tell everyone when they come to my make-up counter."

"Jackson
is
a really good trainer," Claire said. "If you're going to hire a trainer, he's a good choice. He's helped me a lot with strengthening and elongating my muscles."

Maybe I had just imagined Claire's earlier look. She didn't seem perturbed at all by the thought of Jackson being my trainer.

"Hold on," I said. "I'm not planning on getting a trainer. I'm not even planning on joining a gym. Not anytime soon, at least. I have to work on getting a paycheck before I start spending it, even if it's for an amazing trainer with clients chasing after him."

Jackson gave me a dazzling smile. I started to question whether the second beer was a good idea. I felt a little woozy looking at Jackson's smile and I was sure the alcohol had something to do with it.

"Remember, the first few sessions are free, and I can get you a free trial membership at the gym for a couple of weeks."

"We'll see," I replied with a noncommittal smile. I checked my watch and frowned at the time. As much as I had enjoyed meeting Claire's friends, my first day of work was looming over me and I hadn't unpacked. The last thing I wanted was to be unprepared for tomorrow.

"I should get going. I haven't unpacked and I want to obsess a little more about my first day of work tomorrow."

"I'll go with you," Claire said. "I'm exhausted."

I reached for my purse to get money for my beers when Jackson stopped me.

"Don't worry about it," he said with an easy smile. "The least I can do is buy you a couple of beers as a welcome-to-town gesture."

"Are you sure?" I asked hesitatingly. I wasn't sure how comfortable I felt with someone I had just met picking up my tab.

"Of course," Jackson said. He glanced at Claire, quirking his mouth. "You too, of course."

"Thanks, Jackson," Claire said breezily.

"It was nice meeting you, Emma," Mia chirped. "I'm sure we'll be hanging out a lot, now that you're in town."

"Thanks, it was nice meeting you all too," I replied with a smile. I felt lucky that not only did I have a friend in Claire, but it also seemed that she was willing to take me into her circle. I glanced at Jackson. "Thanks again for the beers."

"No problem," he replied.

"See ya, Ems," Nathan said with a smile. "Don't forget my art show next week."

"I can't wait."

It was already dark when Claire and I stepped outside, but it was still warm.

"Thanks for introducing me to your friends," I said as we started walking the few blocks home.

"Of course," Claire replied easily. "I know how hard it can be to move to a new town not knowing anyone. I was lucky because I met Jackson in an acting class the first month I moved here and he introduced me to Nathan and Mia. We've all been friends ever since."

I took the opening, wanting to make sure that I wasn't stepping on any toes.

"Is there anything between you and Jackson?" I asked, flushing a little at my question.

Claire gave me a mischievous grin. "Why do you ask?"

I flushed deeper and gave an awkward laugh. "Just wondering. He was probably just being friendly, but he seemed a little flirty and I wanted to make sure that I wasn't overstepping any boundaries."

Claire laughed. "Don't worry. Jackson and I went out on a few dates when we first met, but that was three years ago. We found out that we were better off as friends."

I felt relief at her answer. I hadn't realized how worried I had been that there was something between them.

"So feel free to pursue away," Claire continued.

"Oh, I'm not saying I want to pursue him," I said hastily. "I just wanted to make sure I wasn't stepping on any toes. It was just innocent flirting."

"Okay," she replied in a tone that said she didn't believe me. "But if Jackson shows interest in you, I wouldn't dismiss it. He's a great catch."

I nodded but didn't say anything else. I was too busy wondering if the new Emma Mills was going to have her first fling.

Chapter Two

Figuring out the subway system the next day was a lot easier than I had thought. As promised, Claire had spent some time going over the map with me when we got home from Max's Tavern and I was able to navigate it with much more confidence than I had anticipated.

Nervous that I would be late on my first day, I left much earlier than necessary and arrived at work an hour early. Sitting in a Starbucks down the street and feeling jittery, I wished I hadn't left so early.

I checked my watch and saw that I had ten more minutes left to wait so that I would arrive at work fifteen minutes early. I figured fifteen minutes said I was responsible but not overeager. My boss didn't need to know that I had been waiting at Starbucks for over half an hour.

I took another sip of my coffee and checked my outfit to make sure that nothing was awry. I had dressed in what I thought looked professional, yet trendy. My slim black pants and black heels made my legs look longer than they were. I had paired it with a crisp white oxford shirt and a wide grey belt that I hoped accentuated my narrow waist. I had fought to smooth down my hair, since it wanted to go in all different directions due to the humidity.

I drained the last of the coffee and checked my watch for the millionth time, relieved to see that it was time to go. I threw away my coffee cup and straightened my shirt, taking in a deep breath. I just hoped I liked my boss.

After making the short walk to my building and checking in with security, I went up the elevator to the twelfth floor, where my boss' office was located. Mass Communications was a large marketing firm and occupied floors eight through fifteen in the building.

The elevators opened with a ding and I excused myself, wending a path through the crowd in the elevator. There seemed to be a crowd everywhere I went in New York. From the subways to the streets to the elevators, it was going to take some time to get used to people being everywhere.

"Excuse me," I said to the smiling receptionist. "I'm Emma Mills. Today is my first day as Janet Lerner's assistant."

"Of course," she said. "Have a seat. I'll let Janet know that you're here."

I took a seat in one of the plush chairs in the waiting area, picking up a magazine but flipping through it unseeingly. It was something to do, but I was far too nervous to actually read the pages.

After about ten minutes, I saw a woman striding towards me. I had never met Janet Lerner in person because my interview had been over the phone, but I assumed it was her. I had been surprised when she hired me over the phone without meeting me in person, but she had told me that she could tell I was a good fit for the job. She had also been impressed with my resume, since I had managed a heavy client load at my last agency.

I stood up to greet her and she shook my hand with a firm grip.

"Emma!" she exclaimed. "It's so nice to finally meet you."

"You too, Janet," I replied with a smile. Janet seemed as warm and friendly in person as she had on the phone. "I'm excited to get started."

"Follow me," she said as she started walking down the hallway towards the offices. Mass Communications was a global marketing firm and it showed. The impeccably decorated offices spoke of its success. Janet strode down the hallway confidently. She was a director in the company even though she was only in her early thirties, which was impressive in such a prestigious firm. Janet was attractive in an efficient and practical way, her light brown hair cut fashionably to her chin and her clothes perfectly tailored. Her make-up was expertly applied to enhance her large blue eyes and high cheekbones.

"It can be a bit of a maze around here but you'll get used to it," Janet continued as she made various turns in the hallway and I walked quickly to keep up with her. Everyone seemed to walk so fast in New York. It was another thing I would have to get used to.

She finally stopped at a cluster of cubicles and pointed to one. "Here's your desk. Go ahead and get yourself settled. We'll sit down and go over your duties in a bit and I'll give you a tour of the office later."

"Okay," I said, still a little dazed. "Is there anything you need me to do right now?"

Janet laughed. "There's plenty, but I don't want to throw everything at you at once. I know the first day can be a little overwhelming. Just relax and settle into your cubicle for now."

With that she was gone, going into her office right outside my cubicle but leaving the door open.

I sat down at my desk, surveying my cubicle. It was bare except for a computer, phone and a few office supplies. I opened a bottom drawer and stuck my purse inside. I hadn't brought any personal things with me to the office. No pictures and no knickknacks. I wasn't a knickknack person and I didn't know whose picture I would set on my desk. I guess I could have brought a picture of my parents, but that seemed a little juvenile.

Sean's framed picture that used to rest on my desk back at my old job in D.C. was no longer appropriate, but I still had it with me. I brought it from Maryland and buried it in one of my dresser drawers when I unpacked last night. Even though I was ready for my new life, I wanted to keep a part of my old life with me. For all the complaints I had about Sean and his dullness, he was part of my history and there had been some good times.

Having nothing else to do, I turned on my computer and watched it boot up.

"Hi," I heard a voice chirp. I turned around and saw a woman pop her head out from the cubicle next to me. "I'm Celeste."

Celeste looked like she was in her late fifties with greying hair, but her brown eyes still looked bright and youthful.

"Hi, Celeste," I replied with a smile. "I'm Emma, Janet Lerner's new assistant. Nice to meet you."

Celeste rolled out of her cubicle in her chair, scooting closer to mine. "I work for Drew Stephens, right over there." She indicated the office next to Janet's with a nod of her head. "Welcome to Mass Comm."

"Thanks." I appreciated the friendliness, but I wasn't sure I wanted Janet to catch me already chatting it up with other assistants. I wanted her to think I was competent and responsible, not an office gossip.

I turned back to my computer, opening up my email. I saw that Janet had already cc'ed me on several emails, so I started scrolling through them.

"Sorry," I said, pausing from reading and looking back at Celeste. "I just want to read through these emails. But thanks so much for the welcome."

"No problem," Celeste said, not seeming to be offended as she slid her chair back into her cubicle. "We'll have time to chat later."

The emails were pretty routine, updating the progress of some marketing campaigns for Janet's clients as well as information from Human Resources.

My phone buzzed and I looked at it hesitatingly. I assumed it was Janet on the intercom, but I had no idea which button to push. I tentatively pushed a button next to a blinking light and I was relieved to hear Janet's voice.

"Emma, why don't you come into my office so that we can start going over things."

"Sure, I'll be right there."

I grabbed a pad and pen I found in the drawer and walked into Janet's office. She was busy typing on her computer, but she looked up and smiled when she heard me enter. She waved me into a chair in front of her desk and folded her hands in front of her.

"I know you were pretty surprised that I hired you sight unseen from our phone call. I go on gut instinct. That's been a large part of why I've been able to succeed in this company at a relatively young age. And I had a gut instinct that you're exactly the right person for this job. You'll be doing a lot of the normal assistant things, like drafting letters and setting up meetings, but I want to give you more responsibility than that. I was impressed with your background at your old agency, and I know that you've been able to handle clients on your own. Ideally, I would love for you to eventually handle some of my clients independently. I see this as a stepping stone for you, for bigger things in this company."

I felt excitement stir at Janet's words. This was exactly what I had been hoping for. A foot in the door at a large marketing firm. I couldn't believe how lucky I was that I was working for someone who was willing to give me a chance.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this opportunity," I said. "I can definitely handle the extra responsibility and look forward to helping you with your clients."

Janet nodded and continued. "I'm happy to hear that. I also want to warn you that while I'm a fair boss, I expect a lot as well. I want you to consider this a career. This job has to be a priority for you. That's not to say I'm unreasonable. I realize that real life can intrude on the job and sometimes it's a juggling act. I just hope you know how to juggle well."

I nodded eagerly. "I definitely consider this job as the start of my career at Mass Communications. And I assure you that I have my priorities in order."

Janet seemed satisfied with my answer and she spent the next hour filling me in on her different clients and the various marketing strategies she was working on. I scribbled furiously on my notepad, not wanting to miss a word. While it was stressful to have Janet expect so much from me, it also felt exhilarating to have my destiny in my own hands. It was up to me whether or not I was going to succeed, and I definitely planned on being a success.

The rest of the day was spent catching up on learning about Janet's clients as well as a lot of filing and copying. I didn't mind any of these tasks because I knew it would lead to bigger and better things. Lunch was spent in Janet's office where we ate sandwiches that we had delivered and poured through reports to see how various marketing campaigns were performing.