“Thank you,” I reply nervously.
She leads me over to a group of four desks by the window and pulls out a chair. “This is your desk.”
“Oh.” I feel the blood drain from my face. I’ve totally bitten off more than I can chew here. I fall into my seat as panic begins to rise in my stomach.
“Hello,” a man says as he sits in the seat beside me. “I’m Aaron.” He reaches over and shakes my hand with a broad smile. “You must be Emily.”
“Hi, Aaron,” I whisper, feeling totally inadequate.
“I’ll leave you in Aaron’s safe hands.” Frances smiles.
“Thank you.”
“Have a great day.” She returns to reception.
And I stare at the computer on my desk as my heart begins to beat violently.
“Are you excited?” Aaron asks.
“Oh my God, I’m petrified,” I whisper as I turn to him. “I’ve never done this job before. I usually find the stories with my group.”
He smiles warmly. “Don’t worry; we all felt the same when we started, but they wouldn’t have given you the job if they didn’t think you could do it.”
I give him a lopsided smile. “I just don’t want to let anyone down.”
He reaches over and puts his hand on top of mine. “You won’t. This team is great, and we help each other.”
I glance down at his hand on mine.
“Oh.” He pulls it away as he notices my discomfort. “I’m totally gay and way too touchy, apparently. Tell me if I get in your space. I have no sphere of reference.”
I smile, grateful for his honesty. “Okay.” I look around the office as people file in. “How long have you worked here?”
“Four years. I love it.” He shivers his shoulders to accentuate his point. “Best job I’ve ever had. I moved from San Fran for it.”
“I moved from California.” I smile proudly.
“You here by yourself?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I shrug. “I got a little one-bedroom apartment. I arrived on Friday.”
“What did you do all weekend?” he asks.
“Freaked out about today.”
He laughs. “Don’t worry. We’ve all been there.”
I look around at the two other empty chairs. “Who else do we work with?”
“Molly.” He points to the chair behind me. “She doesn’t start until nine thirty. She’s a single mom and has to get her kids off to school first.”
I smile; I like that.
“And Ava—she’s just late because she probably went out last night partying.”
I smile.
He rolls his eyes. “She’s a deplorable party girl, and she’s never at her desk—always finds somewhere she has to be.”