Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Well manicured fingers tapped on an organized desk as eyes drained over a pile of documents. Ama was impressed. Paper was different than in person, but she wasn't about to tell someone no by their resume. After all, this was a pile of university students. Ama didn't know if she had made the right call to do this, but she liked the idea of training someone. Ursula handled more of her personal life and meetings. But Ama didn't have anyone at the business, as her last PA went off to bigger and greener pastures.
Ama pushed her chair back and crossed her legs. Long hair fell over her chair as she leaned back and stretched her arms. The sound of a knock caught her a bit off guard. But Ama fixed herself before saying come in. “Miss. Ama, Roisin Malloy is here for her interview.”
“Ah, thank you. You can lead her in.” The young associate nodded and closed the door behind them. Ama pulled Roisin's resume up from the pile as she waited, nails returning to tapping the top of her desk.
It wasn't very often that Roisin Malloy found herself a little jittery, but she supposed there was a first for everything as she sat in the waiting room of one Amaryllis Cadwaller - owner and designer of Bel Amor. She did her best to keep still, desperately attempting to not fidget as a well dressed secretary sat coolly across the room, typing away. Why was here, you may ask? Because she had been dumb enough to allow her professor from University talk her into applying for a PA opening. Good experience. Great insight into PR - her dream job post school. It was a leap that the young woman was ready to take, save for the nerves that ate away at her given the gauntlet that she faced.
Roisin considered herself lucky that she had gotten a call to even secure herself an interview, given that her resume was cobbled together from one off favors for professors and admin at the University and her family's Orchard work. A cringe nearly escaped her at the thought of her family and their humble roots, unaware that Roisin was even going out for a new job. That didn't matter though, not to her, and it was simply another bridge she would cross when she got to it. There was no point in fretting over something that hadn't happened yet, and Roisin knew she had some stiff competition from some of her other classmates that applied - ones with loaded resumes backed by daddy and mummies with cash and inner circles.
The secretary looked up now from her computer, beckoning Roisin to join her. It was that time. Hot air blew from her lips, as if letting out all of her anxieties as she pushed herself to her feet now and followed the woman. She watched those perfectly manicured nails wrap on the door, the soft exchange of words, before the well dressed woman stepped aside for her to go in. Roisin straighten her posture, 'Remember, you belong here,' and with that thought in mind, the young woman crossed the threshold with her power walk. Blue eyes caught sight of Ama Cadwallader immediately, "Miss Cadwallader," she greeted now, "I am honored to have this interview with you."
Ama looked over the young woman in front of her. She was dressed in bubblegum pink, a stark contrast to the sleek black Ama and everyone else wore. While it was a cute outfit, it was evident the young woman hadn’t been given any direction on how to dress for an interview. But Ama wasn’t Miranda Priestly.
“Please sit,” Ama responded. “So tell me, Roisin, what makes you think you have the skills to become my PA?” she continued. The paper could only say so much and Ama was a visual person. Nerves were one thing, but she was curious to see how Roisin handled herself. How she wanted to present herself. A few of the past interviews answered in some kind of egotistical way. Almost needing their ten seconds of fame, a personality type Ama had no desire to interact with.
At least the look that she caught on Ama Cadwallader's face was very subtle compared to the looks she had gotten at reception. Apparently pink was not the color to wear to an interview, but Roisin couldn't help it. She rather dress to impress and be herself rather than dress to impress and be a fake. The young woman couldn't help it if black just wasn't her muse. In the end, none of that mattered anyways.
She slid into a seat across from the beautiful blonde now at her order. Roisin could feel herself sitting on the edge of it, her back straight without the need of the back, pressing her shoulders back as well. It was her power stance, shoulders back, chest forward. The young woman didn't know why, but it always made her feel powerful, "Oh!" Well, the question was fast. They were rolling right into the interview then, "Well, I juggle a lot of things in my personal life. School. Work. Family. It's al a balancing act, which I believe is needed to be a personal assistant." Maybe she should expand upon that, "As I am certain you have a very busy schedule, between meetings, material shops, and then your own personal life appointments, I believe it will require the same amount of juggling as well as navigating how to stack them in importance, which might change from day to day."
Roisin was rather curious if Ama Cadwallader burned through a lot of personal assistants or if this spot just happened to open up by some mere miracle. She took a deep breath, uncertain if her next statement wasn't about to go too far, "I'll be honest, I am hoping to learn a lot from you. Not in the fashion sense, but from a PR perspective. These are the skills I'm really hoping to cultivate under you while still helping out with your needs."
Ama listened to the reasonings that Roisin gave her. “I understand.” Well to an extent that she did. Ama didn’t do much of the school stuff, as she was under a lot of the learn-your-education. She took a few classes here and there, but nothing to the extent that many students nowadays are doing. “I believe in work and life balance, and it sounds like you already have a bit going on. I demand a lot from the people around me. Nothing harsh, I’m not like that. In your current situation – what are your hours?”
It already sounded like Roisin had a lot on her plate, and Ama wanted to feel what was happening. Mainly to see what she could give the girl if she matched what she needed. Ama wasn’t necessarily desperate, but with the kids getting older and her father’s ailments – Ama knew she needed to be home more.
Roisin really could not tell what the older woman thought of her. She was like a beautiful statue, frozen in time and utterly unreadable. It frustrated her to no end, mainly because Roisin was used to adults fawning over her - at least, that was how she read her parents and teachers at least. Her siblings, not so much. Surely though, the young woman had to be better than Ama's receptionist.
Blue eyes met blue eyes, unwavering as Ama explained what she was looking for in an assistant, or at least, to the young woman, thats what it sounded like. How else was she suppose to interpret 'i demand a lot from the people around me'. Good thing she liked a challenge. Roisin reached into her purse, and pulled out a piece of paper, "Here's my class schedule." She handed it over before continuing on, "I balance some hours at my family's farm, but its not as much now since I started University." Roisin had no intention of mentioning she was part time at school, but her class schedule gave that away, "I am certain I will have no problem balancing the demands of the job." Good thing she didn't say 'your demands', but it had been temping.
Instead, she said something else, "Besides, challenges are be fun."
Ama nodded and looked over the schedule. Her face remained unreadable. There were a few hours that didn’t work, but Ama saw a few that did. It wasn’t a lot but it was better than nothing. It would give a good trial time before Ama offered more if Roisin worked out.
She placed the papers down in front of her. “Family farm you say, I see…” It didn’t take long for Ama to make the connections of the last name. But again, showed nothing on her face. “And what are your current hours there at the moment?” Ama inquired, jotting down the hours in which Roisin didn’t have classes. To cross reference for later against the rest of the staff and her own personal schedule.
“A lot of the work is maintaining a flow of the shop. Keeping up with appointments, calendar movement. There is some marketing involved, but not a lot. We have a lot of people coming and going, traffic wise – with a lot of varying personalities. Obviously, slip ups happen – but we do aim to keep those to a minimum or nonexistent. I know eye for detail isn’t always a natural trait, but is teachable.”
