It's been two weeks already since I hired an inexperienced secretary whom it was just her first time doing this job, she has happened to become a pivotal person to my unexpected boost in putting in words to my book, she's been doing her job really well like a professional, handling every stuff I assigned her with ease. She has been running errands for me, putting in the work of all I asked of her and also helping my clients with advice and informations, handling the minor cases like I requested, giving me more time to face my current book.
I don't know what her mindset was or her own way of living, but she has been showing me how smart she can be, I decided to allow her advice my other clients because of what I saw in her. Her physique is the physical manifestation of her decision, showing that she knows and understands pain as well, who gives advices when they don't know pain. I have been seeing much clients though, she might not be much of a great motivational speaker, but she handles most people, especially those who just wants me to greet my brother Jack for them, fans I can say.
Today, we've a set plan on our schedule, we would be going to the book presentation together, my New book which I just published, my editing company has set today as the book presentation, one of the days I kind of dread. I might be good with my books, motivating people with the words I put in, but the problem here is, I don't like occasions, I don't attend occasions, I don't stay in an environment filled with crowds, all of them having their attentions focused on you.
As much I try to avoid it, I still have to do it, it's my uncomfortable zone and whatever makes me uncomfortable is what I do. We were in now inside my car, I was driving, I always does, feels more safe for me when I am on the driver seat, that way, I'll be in charge of whatever happens to me, I can handle myself and drive cautiously.
Miss Joseph was sitting by my side, an envelope placed on the top of her chocolate pencil skirt, as she was reviewing the contents of the envelope. “ I cried when I got to the end part of the, it was really heartbreaking, I was kind of wishing it will all turn around suddenly, but it never did, it all went down down down until everything was ruined, everything he ever wanted, all taken away from him.... The memories still get tears back into my eyes ”.
She was talking about my book, I know what she's talking about and I understood what she was trying to say. “ That's Life for you Lydia.... You don't always get what you want, anything can come up and take away all you've worked for, that's life....”. I said to her, speaking like I wasn't the one who plotted the story. “ It all sounds understandable hearing you say that, even though this is just a book, an idea from a high quality mind, it still feels more real than the life I have been seeing around...”.
That sounds like a compliment, I gently turned around to see her dipping her white handkerchief on the lower lid of her eyes, trying to clean whatever was there away, by the way she's slightly drawing her jaw down and her eyes wider, you can tell she's trying to clean away any track of tears from her eyes.
We got to the presentation area, where the occasion is to be carried out. I stepped down from the car, distance away I can see a lot of people gathering at the venue, just have to make it to that place, avoiding the attention of everyone who was present. Looking down through my window into the car, Miss Joseph was packing together the documents into the envelope, trying to be quick so as to not delay me, maybe, I don't really know, but that's what I thought.
I went to the other side of the car door, opening them wide for her to step out. She sat there staring at me with shock, what's wrong?, am I wearing my outfit on the back side or something?, she quickly snapped out of whatever she was thinking and came out quick from the opened door, I wonder where he mind traveled to.
Speaking about the benefits of having Miss Joseph around, she was the one partially in charge of everything here, organizing things to suit my preferences as if she was one of the planners or something, she was running around, handling everything at once all together, trying to make everything perfect. She might not know this, but I'm impressed, I'm watching. Despite all her level of involvement in trying to keep everything top notch, she was still in order, her outside plain and neat like they were when I came into the office this morning.
She's always there before me, I still don't want to tell her about how curious I was that she's always there before me, got me wondering what time she even put in the work to maintain such a great look. 
Seated in front of the crowd, the person right next to me was the company C.E.O, whom company I write my books to, they're in charge of publishing and promoting it, they were the ones that first offered me the contract of writing for them, and they're partially the reason I am at the level I am today.
The occasion was really going well just like planned, and by well, I mean less comfortable, just that I have to do all this because I was the author of the book after all, can't escape from my obligations, signing books of mine people brings to the table, I looked away some distance to see Lydia and someone whom I never knew was here.....Mom.