nine and she needed to hit up Macy’s before she went to work at ten. Today, the mall was open an hour early for the holiday weekend sales. Arriving at the mall she had about forty-five minutes to shop for a dress for her yet to be confirmed Saturday night date with Vince.
Knowing exactly what it was she was looking for she made a beeline to the Misses section, in search of red and black dresses. Something sexy, yet sophisticated, she thought. Amanda carefully explored the racks containing numerous poly-cotton, rayon-spandex blends and sifted through the endless amounts of somewhat appealing Jessica Simpson and Style & Co. designs. Some days she still couldn’t believe she was shopping off-the-rack, but hopefully those days would soon be behind her and then she could call up Courtney at Gucci and have her pull designs for her special dates and events once again. It was so depressing how her life had fallen to pieces, but she managed to stay upbeat outwardly. Of course, Amanda sometimes helped herself put on that happy face by taking a Zoloft or the rare Lithium which helped with her moods and depression.
Finding a few red and black dresses that were suitable to her taste, she walked to the dressing room and tried them on. Ultimately she decided the sleeveless red Calvin Klein sheath was the winner, plus, it was on sale so that made the decision easier. Desperately wanting to peek in the shoe department, Amanda looked at her phone for the time. She had about twenty-three minutes to pay and be on her way to work. She knew she already had a pair of nude Jimmy Choo patent peep-toes in her collection that would go perfectly with the dress, there wouldn’t be enough time for new shoes today.
While still in the dressing room, Amanda pulled out a silver and pink flask with some vodka in it. Taking her happy pills, as she called them, out of her purse and washing them down with two gulps. She popped two Altoids in her mouth while making her way to the checkout counter.
A woman with short dark hair and glasses, whose nametag said, “Angie” was standing behind the counter placing dresses back on hangers.
“Did you find everything you needed today, Miss?”
“Yes, I did. Thank you very much.”
“Will you be putting this on your Macy’s charge today?”
“I will not,” she stated firmly while handing Angie her debit card. “Oh, I’m also a mall employee. I work at The Bath Shop.”
“Do you have your ID on you to prove that you work there?”
Already a step ahead of her, Amanda flashed her nametag and handed Angie her Driver’s License. Glancing down, peering over her glasses at the nametag and then Amanda’s license, Angie smiled as if acknowledging they were both sisters in the customer service industry.
“Very good. Thank you, Mrs. Parsons. We are offering all mall employees an additional fifteen percent off today. So, you will get twenty-five percent off your entire purchase with us.”
Thinking to herself, it’s actually Miss Parsons you bitch, she didn’t have the time or energy to correct her.
“Would you like your receipt with you or in the bag?”
“I’ll take the receipt. Thank you, Angie.”
Walking away from the checkout counter, Amanda pulled her phone from her purse and dialed Vince’s number, which she had already put on her favorite’s list. The phone rang four times before she heard Vince’s voice, but it was his outgoing voice mail message.
“Hello, you have reached Vince Everett. I am currently away from my phone. Please leave me a message and I will return your call as soon as I can.”
Exiting Macy’s and entering the main part of the mall, Amanda spoke into the phone saying,
“Hi Vince, this is Amanda Parsons. We met yesterday at the boutique, My Sister’s Closet. I was hoping that you were free tomorrow evening for dinner and drinks? This is my cell number. I will be at work until about seven this evening,
Knowing exactly what it was she was looking for she made a beeline to the Misses section, in search of red and black dresses. Something sexy, yet sophisticated, she thought. Amanda carefully explored the racks containing numerous poly-cotton, rayon-spandex blends and sifted through the endless amounts of somewhat appealing Jessica Simpson and Style & Co. designs. Some days she still couldn’t believe she was shopping off-the-rack, but hopefully those days would soon be behind her and then she could call up Courtney at Gucci and have her pull designs for her special dates and events once again. It was so depressing how her life had fallen to pieces, but she managed to stay upbeat outwardly. Of course, Amanda sometimes helped herself put on that happy face by taking a Zoloft or the rare Lithium which helped with her moods and depression.
Finding a few red and black dresses that were suitable to her taste, she walked to the dressing room and tried them on. Ultimately she decided the sleeveless red Calvin Klein sheath was the winner, plus, it was on sale so that made the decision easier. Desperately wanting to peek in the shoe department, Amanda looked at her phone for the time. She had about twenty-three minutes to pay and be on her way to work. She knew she already had a pair of nude Jimmy Choo patent peep-toes in her collection that would go perfectly with the dress, there wouldn’t be enough time for new shoes today.
While still in the dressing room, Amanda pulled out a silver and pink flask with some vodka in it. Taking her happy pills, as she called them, out of her purse and washing them down with two gulps. She popped two Altoids in her mouth while making her way to the checkout counter.
A woman with short dark hair and glasses, whose nametag said, “Angie” was standing behind the counter placing dresses back on hangers.
“Did you find everything you needed today, Miss?”
“Yes, I did. Thank you very much.”
“Will you be putting this on your Macy’s charge today?”
“I will not,” she stated firmly while handing Angie her debit card. “Oh, I’m also a mall employee. I work at The Bath Shop.”
“Do you have your ID on you to prove that you work there?”
Already a step ahead of her, Amanda flashed her nametag and handed Angie her Driver’s License. Glancing down, peering over her glasses at the nametag and then Amanda’s license, Angie smiled as if acknowledging they were both sisters in the customer service industry.
“Very good. Thank you, Mrs. Parsons. We are offering all mall employees an additional fifteen percent off today. So, you will get twenty-five percent off your entire purchase with us.”
Thinking to herself, it’s actually Miss Parsons you bitch, she didn’t have the time or energy to correct her.
“Would you like your receipt with you or in the bag?”
“I’ll take the receipt. Thank you, Angie.”
Walking away from the checkout counter, Amanda pulled her phone from her purse and dialed Vince’s number, which she had already put on her favorite’s list. The phone rang four times before she heard Vince’s voice, but it was his outgoing voice mail message.
“Hello, you have reached Vince Everett. I am currently away from my phone. Please leave me a message and I will return your call as soon as I can.”
Exiting Macy’s and entering the main part of the mall, Amanda spoke into the phone saying,
“Hi Vince, this is Amanda Parsons. We met yesterday at the boutique, My Sister’s Closet. I was hoping that you were free tomorrow evening for dinner and drinks? This is my cell number. I will be at work until about seven this evening,
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