Introduction.
Samantha was a woman in her late twenties who worked as a secretary, something she had done since the end of the summer break after her final year of high school. She had been feeling at a bit of a loss as so many teenagers do when they have completed high school. She had no plans to go on to university and the careers that had interested her as a young teenager seemed impossibly distant or completely unrealistic. She had no formal training other than her high school diploma and really no clue what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.
The hints from her parents about getting a job got less and less subtle as summer went on, but ironically, the more pressure they applied the deeper her funk became. Finally, after a moment of clarity and frustration at herself she decided to go out and just apply for anything and everything. Several weeks of this with no success, however, had just made her depression worse. On one of the last days of Summer, she agreed to meet with one of her school friends for a day in the city. Her friend was heading off to university at the end of the week and Sam knew on some level that they were drifting apart so she wanted to make the effort for one last day with her friend. It had a strange sense of finality to it, as though it was their last day of childhood and freedom.
Samantha arrived in the city early and was walking from the train station. She had about an hour and a half to fill before her friend would be here and she was trying to decide what to do with herself. She walked past a high-rise building and an A4 piece of paper sticky taped to the window caught her eye. She couldn't have said what it was about it that got her attention over a multitude of other bits of paper stuck to windows and poles that she hadn't looked at. It was a simple notice stating that one of the firms in the building was looking for a receptionist and to ask at the reception desk.
Knowing she had some time to kill and that she had dressed nicely for her day in the city she figured she would go in and ask about the job. If nothing else it's good practice, she told herself as she entered the lobby. The man at the reception desk explained that it was for a business there and directed her where to go and to ask for Mario when she got there.
She followed his directions to the elevators and pressed the correct floor number. All the way up she was fine until the doors opened and it hit home that she was going to apply for a job that she had practically no skills in and certainly no experience. She felt like a ridiculous fraud and almost turned back around. If the elevator hadn't shut and sped off to another floor the moment she stepped out she probably would have.
“What have you got to lose, Sam?”
She whispered to herself as she walked around the curved corridor until she came to the already open door of the office. She stepped inside and looked around but couldn't see anyone there. She waited for a full minute that felt like an hour in the silence before she garnered the nerve to call out.
"Hello?”
There was a rustling from the office to her left then a man came out of it and looked at her.
“Uh... Hi. I was told to ask for Mario?”
The man smiled at her and it did something magical to his face. He went from looking like a stern professional with no time for an annoying young girl to waste and transformed into a paternal and friendly grandfather who had nothing he would rather do than sit down and talk with her. She instantly felt comfortable and at home with him. He held out his hand for her to shake which she took and was surprised when he didn't do what most men do and tried to crush her hand in a show of masculine dominance.
“I am Mario. Have you come about the job?”
“Hi, I'm Samantha. Yes, I have, if you have time.”
He smiled again.
“Time I have, a secretary, I don't. Unfortunately, the lady who previously held the position has had a rather unfortunate emergency and won't be back. What can you tell me about yourself?”
It was about as informal as an interview could be and Sam found herself quite comfortably telling Mario all he asked about her and she admitted that she was fresh out of school and had no real work experience that would apply to the job of secretary. He smiled and nodded and then explained that he actually preferred to have someone who he didn't have to train bad habits out of.
By the time she had met her friend, she was in shock and a little bit pleased with herself for having landed her first real job. The only thing that concerned her was having to borrow some money from her parents so that she could buy a couple of semi-professional-looking outfits for it.
She was nervous because they didn’t have a lot of money and she hated putting more pressure on them financially. She needn’t have worried though, they were so happy to hear that she had got a job that her mother seemed to be excited at the prospect of taking her shopping for the outfits. They were a little concerned about her having to travel to the city every day, she was in their eyes still their little girl but as she pointed out to them, it wouldn’t be long until she was legally an adult. They couldn’t really argue too loudly about it either as they had both pushed her pretty hard to go get a job and that’s exactly what she had done. Not to mention the imagined prestige of working for a firm in a high-rise building in the city. To her parents, this was a success beyond their wildest dreams.
In reality, it was far less glamorous and once she learned the ropes, she discovered that it isn't an overly interesting or challenging job; however, she likes the fact that she is working for a small family business and not some giant, faceless corporation. It's enough of a job to keep her busy most of the day but she is rarely pushed to panic. It does happen but very rarely.
The company she had worked for over the last twelve years was, up until very recently, a father/son business. She quite enjoyed working for the father, Mario. He was a real gentleman and worked very hard to build the business up for his family. It was his pride and joy. Over the last five years or so he had often spoken of retiring but everybody knew that the only way he was leaving the business was feet first. It was the thing he loved the most after his wife and his son. Sadly, the inevitable happened. Thankfully for all concerned, he passed away in his sleep. Samantha was quite relieved that the way he had passed meant that she hadn't walked into work and found him deceased at his desk or on the office floor, something she had had nightmares about.
Mario was a very humble man, and although he dressed in nicely tailored suits, his son, Stefan, seemed a little flashier and on their first meeting, Samantha didn't think much of him. It turned out to be a misconception, though, as what she thought was a certain arrogance turned out to be a shyness that she hadn't expected him to have. She didn't get much of a chance to get to know him all that well because he had been out on the road as a representative of the business and working with clients who couldn't make it into the city. He was only in the office once or twice a month and most of that time was spent in his father's office.