Wendy and Miss West

Wendy was a broke student looking for a bit of part time work. She had replied to ads in the local paper and had made a few bucks waiting tables at the local pizzeria for a couple of weeks. Unfortunately the hours didn’t suit her college work and her grades had slipped.
She picked up the paper first thing on Tuesday morning, as she had done for the previous 6 weeks hoping to find the right job. She searched the ads quickly and the only job offering flexible working hours was as an assistant to a manager just out of town. The ad wasn’t very uninformative. There were no clues as to what the company did or what her role would be. But the hours and rates of pay looked good so she gave the number a call.

“Hello, Pam West speaking.” A well spoken lady answered.

“Oh, erm hello, I’m phoning about the job in the local paper, erm, as an assistant.” Wendy said nervously.

“Oh, my, that was quick, I’m very impressed. The advertisement only went in last night. You are really on the ball! I’m Miss West and I am the manager here. May I ask your name and a few personal details please young lady?” Miss West said in a polite, confident voice.

“Yes of course.” Replied Wendy, trying to match the manner in which Miss West spoke. “My name is Wendy Elliot and I live on the West side of town, just 15 minutes from your business.”

“Can I have your age, height, dress size and hair colour please Wendy?”

Wendy couldn’t figure out why that was important but quickly replied; “I’m 19 years old, about 5’7”, a size 10 and I have long brown hair Miss West.”

“Great!” Pam West replied. “Can you come over this evening around 7 PM?”

Wendy was shocked. She had an interview already and the job paid three times what she was used to!

“Yes, of course I can. See you at 7.” Wendy couldn’t reply fast enough.

“Good.” Miss West said as she put down the receiver.

Wendy went off to college after the phone call and tried to put the job out of her mind so she could concentrate properly. She was a clever girl from a good family. She still lived with her mom and dad. She had several close friends that she had known since school but wasn’t allowed to have them over during the week. She had just started to discover the joys of weekends, alcohol and boys. That was why she was so desperate for a job, so she could afford the nights out. She was allowed out till 1 am on Friday and Saturday nights but had to be home alone by curfew, no questions! She had been late by 10 minutes once and had been allowed to forget it.

After college she got home quickly to tell her mom she had an interview. She had some food then took a shower and got dressed in to a smart dark pinstriped skirt suit.

She drove her moms car to the address and rang the bell at the reception desk inside. There was only one car in the car park and the office block was very quiet.

“Hello Wendy, come on up to the second floor, room 5.” Miss Wests voice sounded over the intercom.

Wendy climbed the stairs eagerly in her suit and two inch heels.
She knocked on door 5 and entered as she heard a voice beckon her in.

The office was a large, stylish space. A desk sat in the centre of the room facing the door. Miss West, dressed in a similar black suit to Wendy, called her in and asked her to stand in front of the desk.

“Thank you for coming Wendy. Lets make this as brief as possible. Can you work for me between the hours of 7 and 10 pm on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays?”

“Erm, yes, I can do those hours. What would I be expected to do?” Wendy asked nervously.

“I pay good rates. If you agree to work for me I can pay you four times more then any other employer in town would pay a student.” Miss West avoided Wendys question.

“Wow that sounds great!” Wendy couldn’t get over the fact she had pretty much got the job and she was going to be paid big bucks for it. There weren’t many jobs she wouldn’t do for such good pay. She would be able to afford to go out every weekend with no worries of money.
The offer made Wendy blinkered to what the job actually involved.

The pair of them discussed money and Miss West concluded that she would pay 4.5 times what Wendy was earning in the pizzeria! Wendy screamed in delight.

“Yes! Yes!” She screamed “I will take the job!”

Wendy started to calm down as she noticed Miss West was watching intently at her delight. Wendy guessed Miss West must have been around 35. She was taller and slimmer then Wendy and looked very intelligent.

“Now Wendy.” Miss West said firmly. “We have agreed your pay and you are happy to work for me. We must now get down to your job requirements and what I expect you to do.