She didn't have that time and she tapped her lip then added a guideline for her wig. She was merely inspired by her profile photo with the polar hair.
She thought about the three-piece gown with one hem being longer than the other with the collar. And a button pinning it to suit her body shape.
She admitted her idea was close to risk but it was worth a shot.
She arranged her papers and carried her dummy inside the closet right before Dinah walked inside.
She blew a breath while Dinah scrutinized the whole place and her old sewing machine at the centre.
"Do you want anything?" She urged her to sit and Dinah waved her hand.
"I have something you need to pick up tomorrow. A customer promised to pay up tomorrow and she has a dress that she needs to patch up. I'll be at a friend's,"
What? Playing bridge? She thought.
"I'm busy tomorrow morning, I got this... thing,"
As Odetta said so, Dinah began to frown leaning by the closet door to her nervousness. She clasped her hands together.
"You got a what?"
Oh god, please don't let her open that door.
Her hand curled on the handle and Odetta's throat clogged.
"A...job interview," She blurted anxiously.
She paused halfway "A job? This is the only job you'll ever need,"
Odetta pursed her lips at her talks and swallowed when the door was about to open.
Dinah let go when a mop fell and grunted at the heap of books falling over too.
The mess discouraged her from even looking into the closet.
"Ugh, clean this up, looks like a pigsty in here,"
She flapped her hand at the dust particles fluttering down by the window light and the pieces of lint and remains of her eraser on the floor.
It was sunny today and Odetta hoped nothing else would ruin it.
Dinah stopped halfway out "Oh and in case you don't get the job, get what I asked for or else it's your monthly allowance," She pointed and held her hand back up.
The door clicked shut and her head lowered sighing.
She packaged her dress in poly and sheathed it in another bag to secure in a great hiding place.
She sighed brushing her hair off to stare at the sewing machine and then brought up a stack of bills flipping them to measure how much material she could get from such amount.
So Odetta paced about with her hands on both sides of her face in dread. She was overthinking and she wasn't sure if she could pull this off. She had to think off the top of her head of a way to study, sew and retrieve that parcel.
She took the trip first and rode her bicycle to the Stintsons.
It was a big town with edifices all around, she glared up at the traffic lights and took a right gliding the rest of the way to their doorstep.
Unfortunately, Barnaby wasn't home, she huffed and brushed her short hair apart sighing.
"You mother_" She swivelled at the door that opened and a stern old lady stepped outside.
"You were earlier than expected,"
"Yes Mrs Stintson, I_"
She outstretched a package and looked up. "Here, before I change my mind. I heard that,"
Odetta nodded "Thanks, sorry, thanks,"
She waved a hand and set the package in place and Barnaby waved while she drove away into the streets.
"Check,"
She plopped over the bike and avoided the front panes of the shop.
Getting inside her room, she retrieved the money and packed it for tomorrow.
The next, she prepared for the impromptu and rehearsed a greeting.
Working more on her dress code and her hair. Her work clothes were arranged on the bed.
***
Odetta set down her shoes and wore them, pulled up the last sole to her ankle then adjusted her watch and hair.
She was eager to make it to the Luxe Textiles property before the deadline and she made toast and tea with honey, she munched on one slice getting a call.
It was Dinah, she didn't have time.
She straightened her white sleeveless blouse with a black line running down the line of buttons. Her pencil skirt was snug and her white shoes with black tips were the right size.
She drove a taxi to the tall edifice with glass windows everywhere. There was a line of women waiting and she turned sad at the way they presented themselves. Most knew what they were doing and they were equally as eager to get the job.
"Miss Odetta Lawrence," The assistant read her clipboard and Odetta manoeuvred through the line of them.
"That's me," She raised a hand and the assistant hardly scrutinized her.
"Come along,"
She trailed by the lady who wore a safari jacket and pencil skirt taking a left to an office where another set was seated in threes waiting with files.
Odetta patted her workbag and touched her head. "Oh my god, my sketchbook,"
The rest were about to leave in disappointment they were asked to leave the premises. She was next in line.
She swallowed her lump and forced herself to walk into the room when she was summoned. Her trembling hand pushed the door open.
She shut it and the cool atmosphere and the aroma was a welcome change.
The extravagant sewing room was white with bright light and state-of-the-art equipment. The threads were already set with fabric arranged.
Her eyes rounded at the CEO, he was sizing up an aquamarine stretch fabric and his eyebrow rose in her presence. She gulped.
Odetta ambled across the room brushing her hair down and stretched her hand for a shake.
She groped when he shoved a pair of scissors into her hand and her eyes followed his large but neat strides to the whiteboard. Following up to his broad back and shoulders to the back of his head. He was lanky yet powerful