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“Well yeah, Emma. She got married a few months ago, so she lives with her husband now.” The car pulled into a small shopping center with various shops including Sixth Street Clothing Company. Brittanya put the car in park. “Alright, you have your phone right?”
Juniper patted her pocket, “Yes.”
“Great, I’ll call you at three or just be out here.”
“You have my phone number?”
“Yes, I got yours yesterday, It was automatically programmed.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and if two chips connect three times for more than ten minutes, they automatically exchange numbers. But you can also add or block numbers as well. What did they tell you about the chip?”
“Just that it’s used for the bus, doors, money and my information.”
“Oh.” Brittanya’s expression flattened.
“What?” Juniper leaned in.
“There’s just a rumor that it is also a tracker.”
June’s head shot back, “What?”
“Not in like, a bad way. Say you get lost or they need to get a hold of you, nothing crazy. A few years ago there was a man who went missing and it took them only two hours to find him. He was over a mile off the shore! Just floating.” The air stilled as Brittanya took a few breaths, “But I do not want to make you late on your first day, do you need me to walk you in?”
“No.” June smirked, “Thank you though.” She opened the door and slid out.
“Wait! I have one small surprise for you.” She reached in the back seat pulling out a brown sack, “I made you lunch.”
June reached in and grabbed it, “Thank you! I didn’t even think of that.”
“I’m running low on food, we can go shopping together after work when I pick you up.”
“That sounds good.” June smiled a goodbye and closed the door.
Stepping on the curb she faced the shop, sandwiched between two other businesses. She took a deep inhale and let out every bit of it before stepping forward. The door let out a ding as she stepped inside. A few circle racks with dresses of all colors and lengths hung with light hitting their bedazzled sequences. A wall of materials draped along the back and suits sat uniform along the left wall. A feeling of relief came over June as she saw the nicer material than what she had worked with before, the floors were clean and the feel of the place was overall unreal.
“Hello?” A tall thin man came from the back, “Look at you standing there all quiet, you must be Juniper.”
“Yes, that's me.” June gripped her bagged lunch.
“Nice to meet you Sug, I am Golden Huffman. The man in charge of all this,” He motioned to the four walls, “And I will also be in charge of you. You ready?” June nodded and his body weight shifted from one foot to the other setting his fast pace walk in motion towards the back. “Let’s get you clocked in.” Passing six sewing stations, Golden stopped in front of a computer on the seventh desk. “Okay, to clock in you press well, clock in, duh. This screen will come up and then you just place your palm on the pad. So go ahead.” June followed his instructions and the pad turned green, a screen came up, beeping she had clocked in.
“We will be slow for a month or two, because we are a formal store, but we do have the annual ball coming up in May. So that means alterations, sales, new dresses.” His fingers counted along, “Let me give you a quick tour before you get started.” She followed him back out to the open floor, “This rack is all our sample dresses, if you design one we love, it will make it here for custom design. We do have some for sale on the other racks, those get rung up behind the counter,” His hand circled the room, “We have kids next to that and accessories,” he turned on his heel, “and last we have our tuxes here.” Both of his hands motioned to the wall, “We do all our sewing in the back and through that door,” he pointed next to the work room, “is a break room and the bathroom, so let’s drop off our emotional support sack back there, shall we?” He motioned to Juniper's lunch.
“Oh, sure. Does anyone else work here?” She followed him towards the break room.
“Yes, four others do. But I don’t like them working when I have a new hire. I like to have one on one time.”
June opened the almost empty fridge, “Oh, okay.”
“Let’s get you set up.”
*****
“Goodbye Golden,” June waved into the building as she entered the parking lot. Nine steps later and she was grabbing onto the car door and sliding in.
“Hey!” Brittanya cheerfully smiled at her. “How was work?”
