boost.
As if on cue, Chase appeared in my doorway and cleared his throat behind me to announce his arrival.
I turned to see him leaning against the doorframe with a cup in each hand.
“The cavalry is here,” he remarked as he stepped into my office and set my coffee down on my desk.
“Thanks,” I said as I took the cup and almost inhaled half its contents in one go.
“You’re most welcome.” He winked at me before perching on the edge of my desk.
“I think I could do with getting a larger cup,” I said as I drained the rest of my coffee.
Chase offered me his own cup and I offered him a grateful smile as I drank half of his coffee.
“I should let you get to work.” Chase slipped off my desk and smiled at me.
“Thank you for the coffees. I really needed the boost this morning!”
“Glad I could be of service,” he said as he turned around in my doorway.
I smiled up at him and noticed how much smarter he looked than normal. I hadn’t realised it before, even though I had been staring at him. I’ve seen him in a shirt and tie but never the full suit.
“Something special occurring today?” I asked before he could leave.
“It’s my interview for the editor-in-chief position.”
“Oh wow, I didn’t know you had to interview. I really thought they’d just give you the job, I mean, you’re the best editor here.”
I saw a slight blush across his cheeks at my compliment.
“Thanks. They had to advertise the job to anyone who wants to apply. They’ve said they want it to be as fair as possible. We have six editors here and everyone has applied. I don’t really think I stand a chance but I have to go in there with an air of confidence in myself even if I’m not feeling it.”
I looked him up and down and he seemed to fidget under the scrutiny.
“You’ll breeze it, Chase. The editors here are all good but it’s you that everyone seems to want to edit their books.”
“Thanks. Hopefully you’re right,” he said as he turned to leave.
“Good luck!” I called out to him as he crossed the threshold.
I went through my emails and replied to anything marked as urgent before getting my Kindle out and downloading the latest indie book I was going to try to sign.
***
That afternoon, Chase came by my office and invited me out to lunch. I had been so engrossed in the book I had been reading that his knock on the door half scared the wits out of me.
“So, how do you think you did in your interview?” I asked as I took a fry from the basket on the table in the pub.
“Oh I don’t know. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. The questions they asked weren’t hard to answer but we have some talented editors at Emerging Butterfly and…well…” he dipped a fry in some ketchup before putting it in his mouth, leaving his sentence unfinished.
“And what? You’re the most talented at what you do, you have it in the bag!” I exclaimed a little too loudly.
Chase smiled the first genuine smile I had seen since before his interview and I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes sparkled and the dimple in his one cheek showed.
“Thanks, but you’re just being biased and too kind.”
“I’m not biased.” I tried to hide the smile emerging on my face.
“Yes, you are,” Chase said, playfully punching my arm as he made for a handful of fries.
“Okay, so maybe I am a little. But seriously, all the clients like to have you edit their books. Why do you think you have a higher workload than most of the editors?”
“Because we have more clients in a particular genre,” he said as he crammed the fries in his mouth.
He’d got me there. Just lately we seemed to have an influx of dystopian novels as well as sci-fi and a couple of other genres in Chase’s repertoire. But that didn’t stop me thinking of him as our best editor.
“Okay, you’re a crap editor and you won’t get the job. Is that any better?” I asked then proceeded to snort—undignified, I know, but it was
As if on cue, Chase appeared in my doorway and cleared his throat behind me to announce his arrival.
I turned to see him leaning against the doorframe with a cup in each hand.
“The cavalry is here,” he remarked as he stepped into my office and set my coffee down on my desk.
“Thanks,” I said as I took the cup and almost inhaled half its contents in one go.
“You’re most welcome.” He winked at me before perching on the edge of my desk.
“I think I could do with getting a larger cup,” I said as I drained the rest of my coffee.
Chase offered me his own cup and I offered him a grateful smile as I drank half of his coffee.
“I should let you get to work.” Chase slipped off my desk and smiled at me.
“Thank you for the coffees. I really needed the boost this morning!”
“Glad I could be of service,” he said as he turned around in my doorway.
I smiled up at him and noticed how much smarter he looked than normal. I hadn’t realised it before, even though I had been staring at him. I’ve seen him in a shirt and tie but never the full suit.
“Something special occurring today?” I asked before he could leave.
“It’s my interview for the editor-in-chief position.”
“Oh wow, I didn’t know you had to interview. I really thought they’d just give you the job, I mean, you’re the best editor here.”
I saw a slight blush across his cheeks at my compliment.
“Thanks. They had to advertise the job to anyone who wants to apply. They’ve said they want it to be as fair as possible. We have six editors here and everyone has applied. I don’t really think I stand a chance but I have to go in there with an air of confidence in myself even if I’m not feeling it.”
I looked him up and down and he seemed to fidget under the scrutiny.
“You’ll breeze it, Chase. The editors here are all good but it’s you that everyone seems to want to edit their books.”
“Thanks. Hopefully you’re right,” he said as he turned to leave.
“Good luck!” I called out to him as he crossed the threshold.
I went through my emails and replied to anything marked as urgent before getting my Kindle out and downloading the latest indie book I was going to try to sign.
***
That afternoon, Chase came by my office and invited me out to lunch. I had been so engrossed in the book I had been reading that his knock on the door half scared the wits out of me.
“So, how do you think you did in your interview?” I asked as I took a fry from the basket on the table in the pub.
“Oh I don’t know. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. The questions they asked weren’t hard to answer but we have some talented editors at Emerging Butterfly and…well…” he dipped a fry in some ketchup before putting it in his mouth, leaving his sentence unfinished.
“And what? You’re the most talented at what you do, you have it in the bag!” I exclaimed a little too loudly.
Chase smiled the first genuine smile I had seen since before his interview and I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes sparkled and the dimple in his one cheek showed.
“Thanks, but you’re just being biased and too kind.”
“I’m not biased.” I tried to hide the smile emerging on my face.
“Yes, you are,” Chase said, playfully punching my arm as he made for a handful of fries.
“Okay, so maybe I am a little. But seriously, all the clients like to have you edit their books. Why do you think you have a higher workload than most of the editors?”
“Because we have more clients in a particular genre,” he said as he crammed the fries in his mouth.
He’d got me there. Just lately we seemed to have an influx of dystopian novels as well as sci-fi and a couple of other genres in Chase’s repertoire. But that didn’t stop me thinking of him as our best editor.
“Okay, you’re a crap editor and you won’t get the job. Is that any better?” I asked then proceeded to snort—undignified, I know, but it was
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