It was seven o’clock on a Saturday morning. Emma took Zoe to her mother’s place for the weekend so she could focus more on her new job. She checked the card Heather gave her yesterday for the company’s direction and drove to Heather’s.
The Blitz Fashion Company was owned by Mr. and Mrs. Bricks and now passed down to Heather.
The company was eight minute away, a moment later Emma shot into the driveway. She parked in the first space she found. She forgot her keys in the car; her purse under her arm, her hair was flying as she ran in the building.
She went to the desk and asked the receptionist where she might find Miss Bricks and the woman sobered instantly as she glanced at Emma. She had pretty face.
“You are Miss Facer?”
Emma nodded, “Is she in the office?”
“Yes, she told me
