Chapter 19: RICHARD
"The fuck?"
I found myself asking as I heard Delores still coughing from the hallway. I just asked her a question. I made a mental note not to hire or accept applications from aged persons ever again.
I loosened my tie, then decided to get rid of it totally. Unbuttoned my shirt, three buttons down and I found myself breathing again. I didn’t even know that I had been scraping for breath since until now.
Leaning back, I waited for the next set.
"Justin Rogers, Gail Miller, you are next" I heard Vera’s voice echo from the hallway.
In less than 30 seconds, I looked up as they came in.
"OMG, it’s really you. I can’t believe my eyes. Like am I dreaming? Someone pinch me, Richard Wellington in the flesh! Sir, I’m like your number one fan. That winter collection you designed last year was spectacular. I have seen the runway videos like a million times. I even purchased a fur coat from that collection. Truly amazing. So sorry Sir, I tend to get really animated when I meet celebrities like you" the dark haired lady squeaked to my utmost displeasure.
"The fuck?" I asked myself again.
Who was this loquacious lady who doesn’t seem to know how to comport herself?
As if reading my mind, she answered,
"Gail Miller, Sir" offering me her hand.
Leaving her hand still hanging, I masked a smile and said,