Pam just returned her smile and walked out into the now closing mall.
Her life was certainly taking some unusual turns this week.
At seven-forty five, Pamelas cab pulled up in front of the tall
apartment building Victoria lived in. Looking upward into the night sky,
she almost got dizzy trying to count up the balconies to the twenty-sixth
floor where her new boss lived. She was light-headed enough, she decided,
without adding to it.
Good evening, Miss the tall, fiftyish man in the doormans uniform said
as he tipped his hat. May I help you this evening?
Im going up to 26C, I mean Im here to see Victoria Baxter. she said a
little nervously.
And your name please. he asked.
Pamela Armstrong. she said automatically.
The doorman consulted a clipboard he picked up from a small desk and
smiled.
Go right on up, Miss Armstrong, youre expected. he said.
The gray haired gentleman opened the door for her and stood back to let
her pass.
Have a good evening, Miss. he said.
I certainly hope so. she thought as she smiled back.
The elevator doors opened and Pamela stepped out onto the twenty-sixth
floor. Looking down the hall, she realized there were only four apartments
on the floor.
These apartment must be enormous. she thought, trying to keep her mind
on anything but what she was about to do.
26C was at the end of the hall. Pamela looked down at the white dress
she as chosen for the evening, checking it one last time. It was the best
outfit she owned. It hugged her body tight, showing off every curve.
There was so much cleavage showing as to be almost indecent.
She took a deep breath, then pressed the doorbell. A music selection
filled the air from inside the apartment.
Soft footsteps could be heard behind the double doors. As one of them
started to open, Pamela was surprised not to find Victoria behind it.
Instead there stood a young Asian woman about five four. Twenty-one with
dark brown hair and eyes, the pretty girl wore only the slightest of
makeup, just a little lipstick. A small gold chain with a cross at the end
hung between her breasts, the braless valley of which were very visible
beneath the half open blouse she was wearing.
Excuse me, I think I might have the wrong apartment. Pamela Jean said as
she looked back at the doorbell to check the number. Im looking for
Victoria Baxter.
The pretty girl turned half around, jingling the jade bracelet she wore.
She called out in a strong but lyrical voice.
Vickie, theres someone here to see you.
The blond was surprised to hear the girl use the diminutive of Victorias
name. Somehow, she could never imagine he as a Vickie.
Please come in. the girl said. My names Kim.
Pamelas first reaction once she stepped inside was that the apartment
was even bigger than she imagined. Just the living room off the foyer
seemed bigger than her whole apartment. Knowing what she paid for that,
she cringed when she thought of what this place must cost.
Can I get you something? Kim said, Vickie should be out in a few
minutes.
No thank you. Pamela said, wondering who the girl was. Im fine.
Well make yourself comfortable then. Kim said as she looked down and
noticed how open her shirt was. Quickly she buttoned it up.
As she fixed her blouse, Pam noticed a small gold pin on it. A pin she
had many times seen Victoria wear as well. She wondered what it was for.
Well Im out of here. Kim said as she checked her appearance in the
mirror in the foyer. Vickie, Im going. she called out.
The response from one of the bedrooms was in a language Pam didnt
understand. She guessed it was something oriental since Kim giggled when
she heard it. The young girl in turn called back in what Pamela assumed
was the same language.
Well it was nice meeting you. she said to Pamela in English as she moved
for the door, trying hard not to giggle.
And now Pamela was alone once more, but now for long.
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