"I know your concern. Don't worry. I am just interviewing for it. Nothing major. I think I will like it a lot." It was only for a year, too.
Her mother hummed. "Did you say Wright?" she asked again. "I went to high school with two Wrights. Brothers," she said suddenly. "They were… how do I describe them… different." She coughed.
Trina frowned at her mother's vague response. "There are a lot of Wright's in the company. Why did you lock in on that?"
"Oh, I don't know. Their family was very vocal about animal conservation. We lived near the foot of the mountain and the forests were dense there. Remember Grandpa's house?" she asked.
Trina did.
"They had a huge house in the woods. Like, in the middle of the woods."
"Oh, it could be their family then," Trina admitted. "But what did you mean by different?" she asked.
"You'll laugh if I explain it," she groaned. "Both the brothers got married when they turned eighteen. They had girlfriends throughout high school and married them… The girls and the guys… all really smart and attractive. I doubt I have ever seen people as good-looking as them in real life…" she trailed off.
"But what?" Trina responded, a little irritated. Her mom was really nice and didn't like to say rude or bad things about people. She felt the same but this was important and she needed as much information as she could get.
"They were loud and popular. But sometimes… they would be standoffish. They made friends but no one they were close to. They kept together and from what I could tell, it was like they pretended to connect with others. I know it sounds rude but there was something about them that made me feel uneasy," she said finally.
"Oh. I don't know if it is the same family or not. All Kylie told me was Mr. Wright. But it could be someone of your age heading the trust." She turned to her computer. "I was actually on my way to finding out when you called," she said with a chuckle.
She looked through the Trust's site, clicking on countless links before she saw the picture of the man, and her eyes grew wide.
Mr. Wright, apparently, was Randall Wright and he was gorgeous. Too gorgeous.
She pulled the phone away from her ear and changed the call to video. When her mom's face showed on the screen, she turned on the back camera and showed her the photograph.
"Does he look familiar?" she asked, pointing at the screen.
Her mom squinted and suddenly went silent. "No. Not really. He does resemble them. The hair and all… He's hot too!" she chuckled. "Your future boss is a hotty!" she exclaimed.
Trina looked at the picture. She noted that he was dressed in formal clothing at some kind of event/ The most noticeable thing other than his looks was how big he was. And he was young. Very young. She scoured for information and saw the mention of his age. He was only three years older than her and an actor.
"He's an actor," she said in disbelief.
But all the information she found on him was generic and about his career in philanthropy and acting.
She was intrigued by her potential new boss and definitely excited about the idea of working for him. This was the attitude she held when she showed up for her interview a couple of days later. She had felt a general dejection when it came to going on interviews and having no solid job offers apart from the one she received. She was encouraged about this one and tried to keep her spirits up.
When she arrived at the address she had been given, she was surprised to find the house located on the other side of the lake. She shouldn't have been, considering he was a rich celebrity. His current assistant welcomed me when she rang the bell. As she ushered her inside, she assessed that she would be working from his home and not his office.
The assistant, Lee, took her to a formal parlor off the foyer and offered her a seat. Trina was astonished at the simple furniture in the room. She had never imagined a rich person house having such unfancy but tasteful decor. But then again, she had never known anyone who had a personal assistant for his philanthropic necessities.
Lee was a pretty woman around her age. She sat down in the seat across from Trina and smiled. "Trina, thank you for coming to meet me today. I have heard wonderful things about you from Kylie. I used to work with her but in another clinic until I realized my calling was elsewhere. I am surprised that our paths crossed," she mused.
Trina smiled herself, feeling relieved that the other seemed nice and casual. "Thank you for seeing me. It is nice to meet you as well. I appreciate you taking the time to interview me."
"Let me start by saying, this is not really an interview. Mr. Wright thinks you will be a wonderful assistant and would like for you to start whenever you are comfortable. I will be leaving in two weeks and it would be best if you could spend some time with me next week training. It is not a difficult job but Mr. Wright is particular about what he needs and rules around the house."
She nodded enthusiastically as she realized she had a job and she would be starting pretty much right away.
Lee continued. "Honestly, since Mr. Wright is not here right now, I feel free to tell you exactly what is expected of you. If you think you are over your head at any point, tell me so that we can make other arrangements. I assume you will be keeping your clinic hours, as well, am I right?"
Trina nodded even though the revelation stunned her. She appreciated Lee being candid with her. Working with someone in their home was different from any kind of job she had held before.