Colorful – Episode 5, Part 1/3

Previously:  Episode 2


 

A nervous Rowe stood in front of her bedroom mirror, her mind flooded with thoughts.

“What if his impression of me sucks? What if he’s a rude snob?  What if I say something stupid?”

“He needs someone to take care of his children. I’ve never dealt with children. I bet that could be a problem.”

“There’s nothing in my resume that indicates experience working with children. Why would he still want to meet with me?”

“Well, good luck, Rowe.”  She said to herself while taking one last look in the mirror.

“I’m leaving, Hayes!” Rowe yelled as she walked past her brother’s bedroom door.

Inside the room, Hayes was sound asleep.  He did not wake up to respond, and Rowe was not expecting him to.

~*~

Rowe stood in front of Demetre Pritchard’s home.  It was not what she expected.  His home was nice.  Very nice.  However, Rowe was expecting something obnoxiously grand. Demetre Pritchard, after all, was one of the wealthiest men in Colorful.  Her curiosity about Demetre Pritchard, the man, not the employer, was piqued.

Rowe made her way to the front door and gave it a knock.  A few seconds later, the door was opened and Rowe was greeted by a very distinguished-looking older gentleman.

“Ms. Smith?” he inquired.

Miss Smith.” she responded.

“I’m Demetre Pritchard.  Welcome to my home.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pritchard.”  Rowe said as they shook hands.

“Just Demetre is fine.  My office is right this way.”  He directed.

“I’m home alone at the moment.  My children are at school, so I’ve got to play the host all by my lonesome.”  Demetre said as he walked with Rowe to his office.

“Please, have a seat, Miss Smith.”

Demetre’s office was massive, yet warm and inviting.  There was his desk, of course; a table for working, or meals perhaps.  There was also a sitting area.  Rowe loved the amount of natural light his office captured.

“Would you like some coffee?  I made it myself and it’s not too bad.”

Rowe sort of smiled at Demetre’s offer.  

“No.  Thank you so much for offering, though.”

Rowe was a bit caught off guard by Demetre’s kindness.  She was expecting to be in the presence of a mean snob with a major superiority complex, but Demetre, so far, came across as the complete opposite.

Demetre made his way to the sitting area and took a seat diagonal from Rowe.  He casually crossed his legs, leaned back, and rested his arm on the back of the sofa.

“Now then, I suppose you’re wondering why a client that’s looking for someone to be responsible for his children would ask to meet with someone who’s resume shows no indication of having that experience.”  Demetre began.

“He must be psychic.”  Rowe said to herself.

“Well, the thought did cross my mind.”

“Do you like children, Miss Smith?”

“Please, call me Rowe.  It’s only fair since you’ve dropped the formalities.”

“Understood.”

“To answer your question, I can’t rightly say if I do or not as I haven’t had the opportunity to deal with children on a regular basis.  But, just like with adults, it all comes down to personality, right?  That’s what actually determines how well one gets along with others, don’t you think?”

When she looked at Demetre, he had a smile on his face.

“Rowe?” Demetre called inquisitively.

“Yes?”  Rowe answered and asked at the same time.

“Our lives were deeply affected by the loss of my wife last year.”  Demetre began.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Demetre.”

“Thank you, Rowe.”  He started.  “What I want … what I need is someone that can bring a little sunshine back into this house.  Working as my personal assistant IS in the job description, but more than anything, I need someone that can liven things up around here.”

“I wanted to meet with you because your employment with Assistance Resources, Inc. shows tremendous stability.  I noticed that several of your assignments were extended on multiple occasions due to your exemplary work performance.  You have never asked to end an assignment early.  You’ve seen every assignment through to the very end.”

“I need someone that’s not going to bail on us and based on your resume, you fit that criteria.”

“Thank you for sharing that with me, Demetre.  I spent all morning wondering what the reason or reasons for your request to interview me were.  But … I don’t think I’m the one–”

Demetre cut her off.  “You are the one, Rowe.  The candidates before you all told me what they thought I wanted to hear when it came to their experience with children.  But you…you were totally honest, and that’s what I’m looking for.  I believe you can do this.”

“Umm…  I guess…”

“Have a little more confidence, Rowe.  You’ll do just fine.  You’ll see.”  Demetre encouraged.

In the presence of Demetre, Rowe felt something.  It wasn’t weird, uncomfortable, nor bad. Though she was unsure, Rowe thought that perhaps she was moved by Demetre’s encouragement.

Demetre broke Rowe’s train of thought.

“How about this?  Why don’t you stay for a weekend?  Consider it a working interview.  You can meet my children and we can go over my expectations for you as my personal assistant.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before.” Rowe said.

“Please think about it.”  Demetre began.  “In the meantime, I’ll contact Ms. McNamara and give her some dates so the two of you can coordinate–”  Demetre stopped himself and looked at Rowe.  “I’m offering the position to you.  Do you accept?”

“Accept the offer? Y-Yes.  O-Of course.”  Rowe replied.

“Wonderful.  To keep it official, I’ll present the offer to Ms. McNamara then.”  Demetre paused.  “Would you like to accompany me for lunch?”

“Lunch? I’d really love to, but I can’t. I should probably get going.”

“I see.”  Demetre sounded rather disappointed.  “Well, I’m very happy that you accepted the offer.”

“I’m looking forward to meeting your family and working with you.”

“I’ll make sure that Ms. McNamara gets in touch with you.  Let me see you out.”

Demetre and Rowe leave his office and walk towards the front door.  When they arrive at the door, Rowe turns to Demetre.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Demetre.”

“Likewise, Rowe.  See you soon.”

To be continued…

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