Helen raised her fist to knock when Mark himself came around the corner.
“Oh hello,” he said cheerfully. “Are you Helen Paul?”Helen smiled and put out her hand to shake his. Hers was suddenly sweaty. She hoped desperately that he wouldn’t notice. The inside of his palm was like warm silk.He shook her hand warmly and reached into his pocket to get the keys to his office. “I’m Mark. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for your interview, but I was extremely impressed with what Elizabeth told me about you. It’s so rare to find someone who doesn’t mind working overtime—evenings and weekends. Working in PR is very exciting, but it’s hard to find someone who wants to dedicate themselves to the proper representation of a company. I hope you’re up to the challenge.”She had agreed to work evenings and weekends? What else had she promised?“I am!” Helen claimed energetically. Once again, she was blindly agreeing to things, but more importantly, she wasn't certain he recognized her. Her hair was completely different, she was sans inserts, without flashy jewelry, and to ice the cake – she was wearing thick-rimmed glasses! If he didn’t know she was the same person, she promised herself he would never find out. She clenched her fists in determination like she was about to beat the crap out of him.He unlocked the door and invited her into his office. It was an absolute disaster. There were sliding piles of paper everywhere.“Is this what they call ‘organized chaos?’” she asked, taking a stack of paper off one of the chairs. Every surface was covered in paper.“No,” he said, sitting down at the desk and unlocking the drawers. “This is what they call ‘a mess.’ I don’t mean to depress you, but before you do anything else, I need you to sort through this trash and file it.”Helen gulped. It was certainly going to be a great task.“But right now we have to do something much more important,” Mark said.Surprisingly, he looked even more handsome than she remembered. Maybe it was the sun coming through the blinds hitting his cheek, or maybe it was simply because he was gorgeous. He was wearing a black button-up-the-front shirt—far from formal, which she had always seen him in before. Helen thought he looked better casual. If she kept her job she was going to be in major trouble if she couldn’t stop drooling over him.“I didn’t get the chance to interview you,” he said. “So if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you a few questions. Would you humor me?”“Of course,” Helen said, smiling and trying to act relaxed.“You just graduated from community college this spring?”“Yes,” Helen answered.“And you were working at The Backhanded Pub and Grill until February?”“Yes.”“Why did you leave that job? Your reason wasn’t listed on your resume,” Mark asked, leaning forward from behind his desk.The real reason was that she could make much more money working at the escort service, but she hadn’t listed her work as 'Vera' on her resume. She was worried it might damage her chances for an honest job, but then again, maybe the people working in public relations would have thought it was an asset. Helen smiled on the outside, but she cringed on the inside. Since she wasn't certain, she was going to have to lie. “I was afraid my job was interfering with my studies and I wanted my grades to be high,” she answered.“Really?” he exclaimed. “How studious! That’s interesting because when I called your reference there, he said you left because you were offered a higher paying job.”Helen frowned. She couldn’t believe she was caught in her lie already. “That’s what I told him,” she stammered. “The truth is that I was going to go work with my cousin at her place of work, but that fell through.”“So, why didn’t you go back to the pub? It sounds like they would have rehired you,” Mark said generously.“Like I said, I found it was interfering—with my studies. I liked having the extra time in the evening,” she answered, trying desperately to make herself sound legitimate.“Well then, are you from the city? Did you grow up here?” he asked, allowing her slip-up to pass.Helen answered that she grew up in a small town. She moved to the city to room with her cousin and to attend college.“And you’re only eighteen?” he asked mildly, looking at her like she was a child. That rankled her. He hadn’t looked at her like that when she was Vera. He appreciated Vera as a woman, but as he examined Helen across the desk he looked like he thought she was barely out of diapers.“No, I’m nineteen,” Helen answered, her cheeks burning with fire.“You’ll learn a lot here,” he said positively. “If you work hard with me, you’ll probably have a fantastic job waiting for you when you’re done here. Let me show you your office.”Helen noticed he didn’t use the word ‘cubical,' even though that was clearly where she was going to be. It was sort of sweet of him.“You’ll be stuck with me all day, so if you want a cup of coffee or anything, now’s the time to say,” Mark said, getting up and beckoning her to follow him to the kitchen.“I don’t drink coffee,” she told him.“That’s fine. If you drink orange juice, I’ll treat you today,” he offered.“Thank you,” Helen said. She was following him down the hall, trying to keep up with his long strides.***By the end of the day, Helen had learned all kinds of things about Mark. First, he gave her a tour of the office. He showed her where the photocopier was and how to fix it when it jammed. It seemed that everyone called him before they called the repairman. Then he introduced her to the receptionist and the rest of the staff. All the women seemed to sparkle when he stuck his head into their offices. Finally, Helen reached her conclusion about him.He was a gem! He had to be an absolute gem! Not only did he not recognize her from before, but he was honestly happy to have her working for him. He said he’d been working his job for the past seven months and he’d been promised an assistant when he was hired. But it was only recently the budget was approved for him to finally get one. He was delighted.“Now my office will be clean,” he said jubilantly. “And that’s so important in our line of work. I have to invite people into my office all the time and it’s so painful when it’s a mess, but I don’t have time to clean it.”Helen’s first day of work was incredible. Working for Mark was going to be awesome!And he’d never find out she was Vera. If she had to protect her secret to her grave, she’d do it, because as soon as he found out, she’d probably have to leave. It would be a pity. The job had been too hard to get to simply cast it off
Another JobHelen’s first week at work was a blast. She had no idea dull work could be fun if you were working with the right people. She’d often heard Mindy say things like that. It didn’t matter what your job was, as long as you got to work with fun people. Well, Mr. Mark Lewis had the market cornered on making the workplace fun.For one thing, he was absolute eye-candy. There wasn't a woman who didn’t look on him like he was the ‘golden boy’ of the office. He was charming, charismatic, and he looked positively mouthwatering regardless of the circumstances. And Helen was his partner in crime. She was the little person he took everywhere with him. He took her to meetings and lunches with business partners while he fleshed out press releases and argued with talkative men about upcoming projects. He called it ‘training.' It made her feel instantly popular and accepted by everyone in the office.Mark stayed in his office and wor
“Do you want me to grab your hair again?” Mindy threatened, towering over her. “If you don’t show up, it might seem like an admission of guilt. Here’s what I say you do. Dominic said he wants to take you to a charity carnival. There is no doubt in my mind that Mark and Laura will be there also. I’ll dress you up in a dark wig. I’ll also find you some brown contacts. You’ll be Cleopatra by the time I’m finished with you and no one will dare think that you are the same person as Helen. You’ll be in the clear if you can manage to trick them into believing that you’re a completely different person. You can pull it off, can’t you?”Helen started to see things from Mindy’s perspective during her speech. Mindy was right. She should grab the bull by the horns and deal with it.“Okay!” Helen said, gathering up all her energy. “When is the date?”Mindy looked at her watch
“What? Women are insane. You look different today, but you’re so damn flirty that it doesn’t matter if you’re flirting with me, or him. He probably still admires you. I need you to cross the line and—”“Make out with you?” Helen finished for him. “I’m not doing that. But if it would make you feel better, I’ll go breakup with him. I’ll go tell him to forget about me. It might take him a bit longer, but then he might decide to marry your sister after all.”“You’d go that far?” Dominic asked his eyes narrowed.“Of course,” Helen said, pushing his hands off her and moving away. “Do you think I want our little game to ruin his real life? How stupid. Besides, both of you are forgetting something really important.”“Which is?” Dominic asked.“I have a life outside this,” Helen said over her shoulder as she walked away to fi
Monday MorningOn Monday morning, Helen got dressed with unusual deliberation. She intentionally dressed herself to look prudish. She couldn’t help it. If she showed up at work looking even a little bit playful she knew it was going to be a day of backlash. She wore black trousers, a white collared shirt, no accessories, and only minimal product so that her short hair didn’t look unruly. Her glasses looked thick even after she applied her mascara. She had to look professional and steady.When she came into the office, Mark was waiting for her. Leaning against the wall in the reception area, he said, “Drop your bag off at your desk. We have a meeting with Collin this morning." Then he handed her his half-filled coffee mug and said, “Oh, and please top me off.”Helen took the mug from him and headed down the hallway toward her desk.Collin? Helen had heard the name before from one of the other girls in the office, but what had she said
He was looking at her face very closely. It was making her so uncomfortable she started sweating.“I’m not sure what you’re looking for,” Helen asked, looking over Collin’s shoulder at Mark.Mark was shaking his head and pacing.“Do you have a complicated morning routine for your skin?” Collin asked suddenly.“No. Why?”“Because, it’s damn near perfect,” he said moving away from her. “You had long hair at New Year’s, didn’t you? Have you had a haircut since then?”“Not exactly,” Helen answered. “I normally wear my hair shorter than this. I was wearing a wig.”“And did you always wear a wig when you dressed up as an escort?” Collin went on.“Always, but I don’t work for the agency anymore.”“Did you do your hair and makeup yourself for these occasions or do you have someone at your agen
“Yeah, I noticed. I didn’t think anything of it, but Mark, you suck. You should have called and said you’d pay a hundred an hour,” Helen said, still thinking with her impoverished brain.“What? Why should I have done that?”“Because then I could have got two hundred dollars an hour from dating that blood drinker!”“You really did it for the money!” Mark laughed, seeing dollar-signs fill her eyes. For one second, he looked like the Mark she knew the week before. He leaned back in his chair and looked content, but then a thought seemed to cross his mind and the mirth left his face. “Can I ask you a personal question about being an escort?”“Go ahead.”“I was just wondering how detached you are when you play ‘Vera.’ Is the real you close to the surface or do you almost forget about your true self?”Helen knew what he was talking about. Only a person
Model ManWhen Mindy heard the news that Helen had been invited to a trial photoshoot with Alexander Figura, she was ecstatic.“It’s all because of me!” she proclaimed happily. “It’s because I’m a genius! And I get to dress you up for your meeting on Friday, don’t I?”“Of course,” Helen agreed quickly. From her perspective, she had no chance of getting the job without her cousin's expertise.“I should have gone to beauty school instead of screwing around with the escort service, don’t you think?” Mindy said, crawling into one of her many makeup bags looking for supplies.“It’s not too late,” Helen reminded her. “You can still go. Just work yourself through school while working at the agency.”“Right,” Mindy said sarcastically.After that conversation, Helen wished she hadn’t spilled the news to Mindy so soon, because she wor