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Gabriella
I WENT TO BROCKMAN’S AND met Cameron, my new best friend. He informed me my new boss is a wonderful man with impeccable taste. Phillippe failed to mention that the bags I was picking up were two black Gucci duffles and a matching garment bag filled with things for our trip. Apparently, there’s no time for him to go home before we leave.
The gowns Cameron pulled were incredible. Sure, Phillippe told me the dress was his way of apologizing, but he really hadn’t done anything worth that gorgeous fuchsia jersey Donna Karan that fit me like a glove.
When I tried to object, Cameron insisted. He said, “Mr. Marchant told me to take care of you and not to let you leave without something you loved. He said he needs you to feel confident, because it’s an important event for Morgan Grant.”
After hearing that statement, I shut up and let him work his magic. I had a beautiful evening gown and accessories when he finished. To celebrate my new job, I treated myself to a couple of things off the sale rack…a simple black DVF wrap dress and a black Theory pants suit. I told Cameron I needed to save up for the black Donna Karan suit, but it sure looked good on me.
After I spoke with Phillippe the first time, I called my mother and told her about my new job. When he called again about my traveling with him, I called her back. Once she stopped screaming, she said, “I’ll get my suitcases.”
It was eight thirty when I got home and I still had to pack. I opened the front door and walked inside with my arms full. “Mom,” I called out. No answer. “Mom,” I called again.
“I’m
in your room.”
I went upstairs and on my bed were two of my mom’s suitcases. One was filled with my lingerie and a pharmacy of toiletries. “What’s going on?”
“I picked up a few necessities and packed your good lingerie. I also got you a new robe, pajamas and slippers. What’s that?” she said, pointing to the bags.
“I bought a dress and a suit.”
“And the long garment bag?” She walked over and unzipped the bag. “Oh Gabby, this is beautiful.” She looked at the label. “Donna Karan. Why did you buy an evening gown?”
“I didn’t. My boss did. Besides, it’s for work.”
“Tell me more about this job and Phillippe Marchant. I couldn’t find any pictures of him on the internet. It’s like he’s a ghost.”
I continued packing as I answered her question. “He’s new with the company and this trip has to do with some of the corporate building leases.”
“I see. Is he single or married?”
“I don’t know, and how is that relevant to my job?”
“What exactly are you going to be doing?”
“The usual Assistant duties.”
“Since when did wearing an expensive evening gown and international travel become usual Assistant duties?”
“We have to attend a charity gala as representatives of Morgan Grant.” Now wasn’t the best time to tell her I’ve yet to meet my new boss. Nor was it a wise thing to let her know my internet search wasn’t any better than hers.
“Uh-huh…you sure that’s all?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It sounds like he may have hired you for…” She raised an eyebrow. “You know…”
“What mom?”
“Baby, you’re a very intelligent young woman, but when it comes to men, especially men who are…just make sure one of your duties isn’t to be his bed buddy.”
“Mom!”
“Don’t look so surprised. Your mom knows a few things.” She winked and started towards the door. “I’d better hear from you at least twice a day.”
“Yes ma’am.”
