Love, Rosie (61 page)

Dear
Ms.
Rosie
Dunne,

It
is
our
pleasure
to
inform
you
that
we
are
offering
you
the
position
of

head
receptionist
at
the
Two
Lakes
Hotel.

On
a
more
personal
note,
I
am
proud
to
say
that
Bob
and
I
are
very

excited
about
having
you
here
following
the
success
of
your
interview
last

week.
You
come
across
as
being
a
bright,
intelligent,
and
witty
young

woman;
the
kind
of
person
we
like
to
have
working
at
the
hotel.

We
take
pride
in
hiring
people
we
ourselves
would
like
to
be
greeted
by

in
a
hotel
and
we
have
great
faith
that
the
smiles
you
brought
to
our
faces

when
we
met
will
also
be
brought
to
the
customers
of
the
hotel
when
they

arrive
at
reception.
We
are
proud
to
have
you
as
a
member
of
the
team
and

love,
rosie

95

hope
our
working
relationship
will
continue
on
successfully
for
many
years

into
the
future.

We
ask
that
you
get
in
touch
with
Shauna
Simpson
at
reception
with

regard
to
your
work
uniform.

Yours
sincerely,

Bill
Lake

Owner
and
manager

Bob
Lake

Owner

PS:
We
would
also
appreciate
it
if
you
would
bring
those
paper

clips
with
you—office
supplies
are
rather
low!

You
have
an
instant
message
from:
ROSIE

Rosie:

Ruby:

My
god
Ruby
could
it
be
possible
that
I’m
actually
going
to
have
a

nice
boss/bosses?!
I
think
everything
is
finally
falling
into
place.

And
then
she
goes
ahead
and
jinxes
herself
.
.
.
she
will
never

learn
.
.
.

from
:

to
:

subject
:

Rosie

Stephanie

Congratulations

I’m
delighted
to
hear
that
you
and
Pierre
got
engaged!
I
know
we
spoke

on
the
phone
for
hours
last
night
but
I
wanted
to
send
you
this
e-mail
too.

Congratulations!

Something
rather
bizarre
is
happening
in
my
life,
Stephanie.
I
have
a

boyfriend
who
loves
me,
and
who
I
love
back,
I’m
about
to
start
work
in
the

hotel
of
my
dreams,
Katie
is
beautiful
and
healthy
and
funny
and
I
finally

feel
like
a
good
mum.
I
feel
happy.
I
want
to
enjoy
this
feeling
and
revel
in

my
good
fortune
but
there’s
something
niggling
at
me
in
the
back
of
my

mind.
There’s
a
little
voice
whispering
to
me,
“Things
are
too
perfect.”
It

almost
feels
like
the
calm
before
the
storm.

Is
this
how
normal
life
is
supposed
to
be?
Because
I’m
used
to
drama,

drama,
drama.
I’m
used
to
things
refusing
to
go
my
way,
I’m
used
to
having