Amber
“Amber, for someone starting a dream job with a dreamy boss, you don’t look terribly excited.” Christy said, reading my mood. I thought I’d done a good job of hiding my anxiety.
“I’m excited, it’s just hard to jump up and down for joy when staring at empty shelves. It’s like being in a morgue.” Both of us whispered. The empty rooms now had an echo we weren’t used to.
“Are you taking those boxes to Simona?” She asked with raised eyebrows. She was convinced there was something between us even if we didn’t know about it yet.
“I will if she wants me to. I’ve only gotten an email telling me the date and time I’ll be starting. She never mentioned the books.”
Simona called the day after I met her to make her final purchases over the phone. When she did, I formally accepted the job. Whe
