The Retail Therapist by Colette Kebell

Author:Colette Kebell [Kebell, Colette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Skittish Endeavours
Published: 2015-06-21T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

The weeks passed by, one client came and went. Not the easiest of the assignments as she was a famous basketball player. Good for my finances, bad for the lack of choice in clothes. I hadn’t had much experience of kitting out the taller ladies in the world, let alone know the shops that sold those kind of sizes, so that job had taken a vast amount of research. Thanks, Ritchie, I thought, you had been wonderful, more than that he was fast becoming a star, at least in my eyes, as he was dedicated and hard-working and also fun to work with. It seemed that his talents knew no bounds and he had cracked on day after day, bringing together a board of samples, which I then showed to the client. The client had been overjoyed with the pieces he had put together, obviously with a little tweaking from my good self. Once the job was done, however, the cheque received was indeed welcome and went into the office funds.

“Here comes the money, ready to be spent,” I said. Looking forward to investing them straight away in some fancy new outfits.

“Are you sure?” he said.

“Sure, that I’m sure. That’s how the world spins around. You work, you earn, you spend. Then the circle starts again.”

“GiGi, what about the future? Maybe we should put some money away for the rainy days. Things are not going bad, so maybe we should think about office space.”

I loved the idea, but I was also scared. An office was a commitment and I wasn’t so sure this business would go a long way. I had my doubts and insecurities.

Observing my silence, Ritchie spoke again, “Let’s do it like this: we put the money into the company account, given it is a substantial sum. That will add to what we earned from the Allyson makeover and slowly we build from there.”

I hated the voice of reason, but he was right. We needed to find somewhere else to work from… Eventually.

What made me laugh, though I did feel somewhat wicked for having done so, was when Ritchie referred to our basketball player customer by the nickname he had given her. Some people might have referred to her as a “Stretch Armstrong” which is a none too pleasant phrase for describing someone quite tall. Ritchie, however, spoke of her as Mount Everest. We had a chuckle. I did have pangs of regret over the nickname though, as she was an incredibly nice lady and was quite the character, once you got to know her. It was often like that: the ones we got along with got a nickname. We didn’t know why, it was absurd, but we could not prevent ourselves from doing otherwise.

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