It's My Mistake ~ PUBLISHED

Chapter 5

The woman laughed again. "Relax, Miss Mark, it's fine. I've read your CV. It was actually me that offered you the job."

"Oh," I said, frowning at the back of her head.

She turned around and held out some paperwork; a pile of what looked like policies and procedures. I inwardly groaned at the prospect of reading through them all. "My name's Mary. This is my company, I own the place."

"Oh!" I said, my eyes went wide, I recognised the name. I read about her on the rather poor website they had. "Sorry, I didn't know—"

"That's okay." She laughed. "Not many people do, except for those who work here. I don't like plastering my face up everywhere."

I nodded. "I would have recognised you on the website."

She smiled. "On our terrible website?" My face dropped and she laughed again. "It's fine, I know it's terrible, we're having it redesigned—again. We had a few issues with the last website designer. He left us a little out of pocket and ruined the website, we had to make do with what we had, and I wasn't happy with it at all."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's not your fault." I was sure she just winked at me. "So, here's all I have so far. I'll get your contract finished up by Wednesday afternoon, so you can come in any time on Wednesday. Although it'll be nice to know you've read these through first. There is a PVG form in there too which you'll need to redo and if you could complete the bank form so we can get your bank details sorted on Wednesday too."

"Sure," I said, still a little flustered as I took the pile of paperwork from her, holding them like a new born baby in my arms; delicately and afraid to drop them.

"Well, that's you. I'll see you again on Wednesday." Mary smiled.

"Thanks." I smiled back. I was feeling a little happier now. Although daunted by the large pile of paperwork to get through.

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A few moments later I was sat on the bus on my way back home and feeling a little deflated. The paperwork was still in my arms, but resting on my lap. I had to avoid looking at them so I didn't feel so overwhelmed. Although the woman seemed nice, it wasn't what I wanted to do, and I was worried about that office I had just seen. I knew there was a security door, which was reassuring, but that office was not only out of date and disorganised. I was worried about all those files that were on show, anyone could see through the window and get a look at them.

Plus, that hotel job was still lingering on my mind, and that strange meeting with that handsome Dan guy last week.

I plopped the paperwork on the spare seat next to me and took out my mobile phone before searching for that business card Dan had given me. For a moment I thought I had lost it, but it was right in the bottom of my bag. I sighed and started to dial the number on the front.

"Daniel Jefferies," said a familiar voice on the end.

"Hi, err, Dan. It's Alice."

"Alice!" he sounded like he was beaming down the phone. "Lovely to hear your voice again, how is your first day going at your new job?"

"Err, well, apparently I don't start until Wednesday."

"Ah, and you've reconsidered my offer?"

Offer? Was it a date then?

"Well, I–I guess I feel I at least owe you an apology for being so rude."

He laughed. "Ah, don't worry about that!" he said, and then sounded like he was talking to someone else for a second. "Sorry, the joys of being boss; you never have a moments peace and quiet here. So, how about... Tuesday?"

"Sure," I said, frowning at the back of the seat in front of me. He was a boss? I thought he was just an interview panel person? Or whatever he was. I didn't know how a hotel actually worked. But I didn't know he was a boss? Unless he did have a small team or something?

"Great," he sounded like he was beaming again. "How about Luigi's?"

Luigi's? Wasn't that a bar? So, I'm not meeting him at the hotel? Shit, this is a date!

"Yeah, o–okay," I said, feeling a little flustered that a hot guy was asking me out on a date. Right at the moment I was just going to agree with anything he said and figure out what it meant afterwards.

Of course, after I hung up—not long after he had given me a time to meet me there—I realised I had no idea where this Luigi's was!

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