I pulled my coupe up to the store, anticipating a stereotypical hippie lifestyle; hem shoes and canvas bags, smart cars and earth tones. Surprisingly, the clientele is quite the opposite, for the most part. In between the tree-huggers walk New York's elite. Birkin bags and red-soled shoes, E-Classes and dark Gucci shades. This lifestyle is gonna take some getting used to, but I have a funny feeling I'm going to fit right in.
{{Chris}}
The job of Regional Trainer is tough, but enjoyable. Most of the trainees are teen-aged and fidgety, and it gets tiring asking them to put away cell phones and stop popping gum. Some don't even stay awake through the sessions. It's slightly frustrating, but it also has its perks. The company car is complete with gas reimbursement, and the salary is not half bad, either. My condo overlooks the city, I eat the best meals with my friends and co-workers. Traveling is done for work and for leisure, but still, something is missing. There is nothing I would love more than to come home to a warm body at night, instead of my prized Bull Terrier, Exige.
I've never been able to find that certain someone, and dating within the company is not only a serious fail, but a strong risk to take. My ex still works for Wildwood, Inc. and let me tell you, corporate meetings became extremely awkward. At twenty-eight, my life plan is almost complete. Great job, awesome home, financial stability - all I need now is the woman of my dreams to knock the wind from my chest. And I think she just bounced through the door.
The smallest feet step into my office wearing army green Nike Air Max. I look up to see a red-haired angel peeking through the glass doors.
'Hi Chris, I'm Ginger, the new accountant. Day one of training?"
She smiles and exposes her pearly whites. Most New York City women have the same veneer smile. Hers were perfectly imperfect, straight with the brightest wattage. Her eyes light up as she reaches out to shake my hand. Freshly manicured hands, french tips, soft fingers. Her acrylic nails are a bit long for a business setting, but otherwise near perfect. The loose shirt isn't fooling anyone, either - I can tell she's stacked, but it leaves her shape a mystery. I shake off the thoughts in my head and get back to business.
"Welcome to Wildwood, you are definitely going to be an asset to our company."
After a quick introduction to the the admin team, I lead Ginger to her office down the hall. I know nothing about accounting, but I show her how to navigate her company MacBook and iMac, run the CPA programs for her and give her a tour of the store. She's going to be handling all their money, might as well put a face to the name. A very beautiful face, by the way...
