Problem was, being a PA, no one took you seriously.I’d spoken up in one meeting only to be glared at and then pulled aside afterward and told not to cross the line.
How was I supposed to get ahead?
So that night, after leaving my parents place, something had driven me to open my laptop and search for jobs in the United States.I applied for a few, then snapped it closed, not expecting to hear back.
I honestly forgot that I’d done it until three days later, I was invited to an interview.
Thinking I wouldn’t be successful, I accepted the interview, planning to use it as experience.I met with the HR manager, Julie, who said the CEO was overseas.
“He’s a strong leader with high expectations and requires someone bright and organized,” she told me.
My father would have snorted.
“Well, I love lists and always meet deadlines,” I piped up.“And have a degree from London Metropolitan University.”
It worked; I was offered the job two days later.
That was when I realized I was moving to America to live.
Holy hell.
My visa was arranged by the company, so all I had to do was pack, give notice on my flat...and deal with my father.
“What?The United States?”he exclaimed.“Great.So, we’ll have to fly you home when you lose this job too and run out of money.”
“Give her a chance, Roger.”Mom sighed.
“Thanks Mom.”I crossed my arms.“My astrology said I’d be moving overseas, so maybe this is fated.”
“Jesus.”My father groaned.
“Not helping, Emily.”Mom frowned.
Throwing out my arms, I finished loading the dishwasher and left them to their night, wondering what I had to do to make my father believe in me.
Or at least stop being so critical.
Now, I’m just a few hours from flying across the world.
I’m nervous, excited, and determined to make this work.
I never saw myself living anywhere else, certainly not America.I visited Disneyland as a kid and have always planned to go to New York one day, but never to live.
God, this might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.Or, like Lexi said, an adventure.
“Just think of all the gorgeous American men you’re going to meet.I’m so jealous.”Lexi sighs, snapping me back to the moment as I chuck a skirt in my suitcase.“That Texan accent is panty-melting.”
“I’m going there for a job, not to sleep my way through Manhattan.”I remind my best friend.
“It can be both.”She smirks naughtily.
Nope.
I am going to prove my father wrong if it kills me.Once I have my career sorted, then I’ll consider dating.
There is no way in hell I’m coming home jobless.
I will show him.
