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The car dropped me at campus. I raced inside to quickly get ready since it was already 4:00 pm. I wasn’t sure what to wear, so I raided Angela’s closet. Angela had been my roommate since freshman year. Her long blonde hair and killer legs got her into every party on campus. Needless to say, she wasn’t home much. In her closet was a long maroon dress with a high slit on the side. It was classy yet sexy. Exactly what Dr. Shepard wanted. He said I needed to look elegant, but still like I did at the interview. It hugged my curves perfectly accenting my small waist.. I leave my hair in curls down to the small of my back and ruby red lipstick. I decided on my strappy black heels to go for a more formal but daring edge to the outfit. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the dress, looking at myself. I bit my lower lip, and realized I felt very naked. This wasn’t me.
Dr. Shepard arrived at the given location around 5:50pm in a limousine. I slipped inside the limo with a smile. He looked at me like he was surprised.
He looked magnificent. He was wearing dress pants with a light blue button-up shirt, only the first two buttons were left open. I could see a glimpse of his chest.
“Are you ready for tonight?” He asked me.
I was screaming at myself inside. I’m not that confident girl. There was no way I was going to pass this test tonight. “I’m always ready.”
The rest of the drive over was spent in silence, not really knowing what to say or ask him. Silence would be better than awkward blabbering. It’s what I always did when I got nervous. It helped calm me down.
We arrived at a hotel with floor to ceiling windows. I took a deep breath as he opened the door for me. He took my hand and held it as we walked inside. My gaze kept falling to the floor. How was I going to pull this off?
When I thought about this job, all my mind could invoke was nasty old men. I was wrong. Most of them were under forty and looked damn good. Don’t get me wrong, some men looked to be in their fifties, but the one good thing about this job was if I get hired, the clients would request me.
As he walked me around introducing me, my confidence level was slowly rising. It wasn’t so much about confidence in my looks but in my words. Dr Shepard introduced me to a man appearing to be in his late forties.
“What’s your favorite symphony, darling?” He asked me, with his eyes widened like he didn’t even think I knew what a symphony was.
It didn’t upset me that he thought I was stupid, rather made me want to wow him with my knowledge. “I would have to say Beethoven’s 9th Symphony. He was the first composer to include a chorus and vocal soloists. What about yours?” I rattled off with my head held high. The one thing I pride myself in was my intelligence in a vast variety of subjects.
He wrinkled his forehead and stuttered, “Uh...My…favorite would be Brahm’s 4th Symphony.”
“Great choice. I’m a huge Beethoven fan myself but Brahm’s has some great works too.”
Dr. Shepard tapped me on the shoulder advising it was time to move on.
“Nice to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you at a symphony sometime.” I said smiling politely as I followed him to the next group.
“Gentlemen, I’d like you to meet Gita.” He introduced me as we approached three men huddled talking about politics.
My personal rule was never to talk about politics with anyone. It leads to many heated arguments and it just never ends well. The difference was I knew how they felt already so I just had to tailor it to match. Sure, I completely disagreed but they couldn’t find out who I voted for.
“I agree, gentlemen. We need someone who is authentic. A leader who puts their country over party no matter the consequences.”
They all seemed speechless at first with my response. They all looked at each other like I wasn’t real.
“Wow, it’s nice to hear a lady speak intelligently for once. What else? I’d love to hear more.”
“I think it’s time to have someone in office that takes into consideration the values of our past but still looks forward towards what we want to accomplish as a country. We can’t continue to look backward in hopes of moving forward. That’s just not how it works.” I explained in a little deeper detail. My feelings towards the candidates for presidency was known but I wouldn’t reveal who I voted for even if asked.
“I’m not sure where you have been hiding but they need to bring more girls like you. There is plenty of pretty girls but not enough intelligent ones.”
I smiled because that’s exactly what I needed to hear. Looks couldn’t be everything in a relationship, especially to me. I mean yes, my eventual partner would have to be attractive but as we age, that would fade. Our looks fade but our personalities do not.
At the end of the night, Shepard told me I was well received tonight and had already gotten twelve requests. There were way more business dinners, art shows, and fundraisers than I thought in this city. I could go through them and decide which one to accept since they were all for next week. We walked back to the limo and head towards my place.
“Being beautiful pays off you see,” He winked at me.
“Thanks.”
“But there is one thing.”
My heart started to race. Crap, what did I do wrong?
“Gita? The name sounds cheap. I know that’s not your real name.”
“It’s Lacey.”
