schedule, shall we?”
“Let me get my things,” I smiled and ran into the kitchen, “Getting my things...” I said in a whisper and ran to get everything I needed. In less than 5 minutes I was already back in the kitchen and trying to calm my breathing. “He started eating already,” said Miranda. I took two deep breaths and walked out to the dining room.
“So, golf thing,” I said and he looked at me differently. I couldn’t tell if he was amused or angry that I called the golf thing a thing thing.
“Yes, the golf thing,” he smiled. Well, he was amused. “We are leaving 10:30 to get your golf 'uniform',” he air quoted remembering that I didn't want to get an outfit to walk around the field. I just nodded. “We will be meeting Stinson at 12:00 so I guess we’ll be eating around 2 and we’ll be back here by 5:00 pm or so,” he said while chewing on a big chunk of omelet. I just nodded again. I already knew all that from the schedule he sent the previous night, which I lost half my sleep memorizing.
“Your job is to write everything down, I mean everything, Lucinda. On the record and off the record. That way I can go through every word spoken. It's there where I usually find weak spots or mental slips that give me clues,” he shrugs.
“Oh! You use Golf distract them. I’d usually take the clients to a room in the private Little Black Book headquarters’ library where they keep the first editions of every book… I got great tips from those little tours.” I smiled as I prepared the notepad on the tablet for the meeting. I looked up and he was smiling at me. “What?” I said.
“You’ll never be able to let go of being 'Miss Stuart'? Are you?” I shook my head. I was not Miss Stuart anymore. I was sure.
“I am not Miss Stuart,” I said looking at the tablet.
“You will always be,” He said putting his napkin on the table and getting up, “That’s why I hired you,” he smiled again, “see you at 10:30?” I quietly said yes and he went to his office.
I was not Miss Stuart. I was Lucy. I was Lucinda now.
My God! The golf outfits were worse once you put them on. I looked at myself in the mirror; I was wearing a not too short black skirt and a pink sweater. That was the best I could do, I was in no way wearing a skirt with funny patterns on it and a horrible vest in brown and green. Black and pink would have to do.
“How's it going?” I heard Patrick voice.
“Patrick, do you have any idea what privacy is?”I asked while looking at my butt in the mirror. It didn’t look too big or nonexistent. It was there and that was enough. I was thankful that I had shaved my legs.
“That’s what all my assistants have asked at one point. Maybe I don’t.” He sounded like he was in deep thought.
“Anyway…,” I said while hanging back the outfits that I hated, “I have the one I want.”
“Ok, put it on, you won’t have time to change once we are there,” I heard him walk away.
I walked out of the changing room to find him already waiting for me with a pair of shoes and a couple of hats to choose from.
“I wish winter came sooner,” I said as I grabbed the white, hideous, shoes and checked if they were the right size. I picked the Pink cap that seemed less ridiculous and handed them to him. “There,” I said.
“You sound just like me first thing in the morning,” he smiled and went to pay for everything. I didn’t even want to hear how much it cost. Whatever it was, it was a waste of money.
“Yeah, what’s up with that? You are definitely not a morning person are you?” I asked as he walked towards me with a bag full of my ‘civilian’ clothes and other items.
“Not at all. I forgot to tell you that. I can’t function without my first cup of morning coffee,” we got in the back of his SVU as Mike drove us to the golf course.
“Now I know,” I said as I put my new shoes on and the cap on.
“I don’t get to see this side of my assistants very often,”
“Let me get my things,” I smiled and ran into the kitchen, “Getting my things...” I said in a whisper and ran to get everything I needed. In less than 5 minutes I was already back in the kitchen and trying to calm my breathing. “He started eating already,” said Miranda. I took two deep breaths and walked out to the dining room.
“So, golf thing,” I said and he looked at me differently. I couldn’t tell if he was amused or angry that I called the golf thing a thing thing.
“Yes, the golf thing,” he smiled. Well, he was amused. “We are leaving 10:30 to get your golf 'uniform',” he air quoted remembering that I didn't want to get an outfit to walk around the field. I just nodded. “We will be meeting Stinson at 12:00 so I guess we’ll be eating around 2 and we’ll be back here by 5:00 pm or so,” he said while chewing on a big chunk of omelet. I just nodded again. I already knew all that from the schedule he sent the previous night, which I lost half my sleep memorizing.
“Your job is to write everything down, I mean everything, Lucinda. On the record and off the record. That way I can go through every word spoken. It's there where I usually find weak spots or mental slips that give me clues,” he shrugs.
“Oh! You use Golf distract them. I’d usually take the clients to a room in the private Little Black Book headquarters’ library where they keep the first editions of every book… I got great tips from those little tours.” I smiled as I prepared the notepad on the tablet for the meeting. I looked up and he was smiling at me. “What?” I said.
“You’ll never be able to let go of being 'Miss Stuart'? Are you?” I shook my head. I was not Miss Stuart anymore. I was sure.
“I am not Miss Stuart,” I said looking at the tablet.
“You will always be,” He said putting his napkin on the table and getting up, “That’s why I hired you,” he smiled again, “see you at 10:30?” I quietly said yes and he went to his office.
I was not Miss Stuart. I was Lucy. I was Lucinda now.
My God! The golf outfits were worse once you put them on. I looked at myself in the mirror; I was wearing a not too short black skirt and a pink sweater. That was the best I could do, I was in no way wearing a skirt with funny patterns on it and a horrible vest in brown and green. Black and pink would have to do.
“How's it going?” I heard Patrick voice.
“Patrick, do you have any idea what privacy is?”I asked while looking at my butt in the mirror. It didn’t look too big or nonexistent. It was there and that was enough. I was thankful that I had shaved my legs.
“That’s what all my assistants have asked at one point. Maybe I don’t.” He sounded like he was in deep thought.
“Anyway…,” I said while hanging back the outfits that I hated, “I have the one I want.”
“Ok, put it on, you won’t have time to change once we are there,” I heard him walk away.
I walked out of the changing room to find him already waiting for me with a pair of shoes and a couple of hats to choose from.
“I wish winter came sooner,” I said as I grabbed the white, hideous, shoes and checked if they were the right size. I picked the Pink cap that seemed less ridiculous and handed them to him. “There,” I said.
“You sound just like me first thing in the morning,” he smiled and went to pay for everything. I didn’t even want to hear how much it cost. Whatever it was, it was a waste of money.
“Yeah, what’s up with that? You are definitely not a morning person are you?” I asked as he walked towards me with a bag full of my ‘civilian’ clothes and other items.
“Not at all. I forgot to tell you that. I can’t function without my first cup of morning coffee,” we got in the back of his SVU as Mike drove us to the golf course.
“Now I know,” I said as I put my new shoes on and the cap on.
“I don’t get to see this side of my assistants very often,”
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