Danielle read his title with envy.
MR. LANE RICHARDS: PRESIDENT-OUR HOUSE.
She thought of how great his career must be, and how much she'd love to be in his place. "It's like, it's your..." Danielle trailed off searching for the right word. "calling?" Mr. Richards questionably responded. "Yes, exactly,"Danielle quickly replied. Mr. Richards chuckled to himself. He glanced at Danielle's resume and sat it back on his desk. He leaned back in his leather chair, and smiled at her. "I understand what you are saying, Ms. Jennings, and even more so, I know that feeling exactly." Mr. Richards paused, almost intentionally adding anticipation to the moment. He watched Danielle's eyes grow larger with excitement.
At last, he finally continued, "That is why, I am pleased to inform you I accept your application to this position. Congratulations, Ms. Jennings." Mr. Richards stood, and extended his hand. "Welcome to Our House Studios." A smile spread across Danielle?s face, as she reached for Mr. Richard's hand. "Thank you SO much, sir!" she exclaimed, shaking his hand vigorously. I...I...I mean you won't regret this sir."
"I know, Ms, Jennings,"Mr. Richards said, releasing Danielle's hand. "However, I must warn you, I can't guarantee much, immediate hands on work."
Danielle looked puzzled. "Well, you still need much more experience under your belt, Ms. Jennings. You are still a college student, however, I have faith in you and if you just have patience with us, I PROMISE you, you will get it. Look at this as not only a job, but a learning experience, okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Richards, I'm just happy to be aboard," Mr. Richards walked out from behind his desk, towards Danielle. He placed his hand on her shoulder, guiding her towards the door. "If you could report here tomorrow at 8:00, I have a few things you could do. We have a new artist coming in. Ryan Kelso. With a new artist, means new paper work, and contracts and all the hectic crap." he said laughing.
"Some help in ANY department is always nice. Plus his producer, likes to get an early start on things. He's a nice guy. I think you'll appreciate him." Mr. Richards opened his office door. "So, 8:00?" he questioned. "Sounds great. Thank you, again, Mr. Richards. I'll see you in the morning." Danielle smiled and started out the door into the mail lobby.
"All right, dear. Have a good night."
"You, too. Goodbye." Danielle said over her shoulder. "Oh, who is this pro.." Danielle asked, turning back towards the office, only to be greeted by the closed door instead of Mr. Richards. "..ducer?" she asked the door.
Danielle shrugged and made her way out of the studio and to her car. She located her keys in her purse, and drove frantically until she reached her Orlando apartment. Upon arrival, Danielle sprinted inside, and grabbed the phone. She paced her kitchen floor until someone on the other end finally answered. "Mercedes! You're never gonna guess what happened!"
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