Miss swan dating game
She remembers it was sparse, bordering on reluctant, but it's so taboo not to believe, all respectable people have a profile. “If you change your mind about the coffee, or you want anything else, let Tamara know and I'll be right up. Emma pulls up the primary client’s info, the one who’s paying for this work to be done. It's a professional public profile, staged photo and everything.
He's the son of a lord in England or something but in his pictures he seems to go for like, the countryside rogue vibe.
She heads up the wooden stairs, which give a respectable creak under the weight of each foot, to the consultation rooms. Big wooden desk, leather chairs, tall mahogany bookcases full of field research on finding soulmates.
Gold gave her one for work but it's old and takes a few minutes to warm up.
Soulmates Emma unlocks the front door of Gold & Associates Ascertainment Agency and locks it again behind her. The counter is wooden and the cash register is old. Everyone agrees the sky is “blue” and grass is “green”.
She likes the tradition of it, but she knows people just find someone they like that fits their description and kid themselves into thinking they can see “colour”.
It's a pretty good system and most days Emma doesn't mind that she doesn't have an office.
She's so into it she doesn't see the message from Mulan saying she won't be in to run the front of the shop today. The woman doesn't look at her, like she doesn't really want to be here.
It's not what Emma's used to, people are usually excited.
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If the file has been modified from its original state, some details may not fully reflect the modified file.“Your client is here.”“Get them coffee then but don't keep me waiting. ” Tamara demands.“Ok, thank you.” Emma says and hangs up, partly because she enjoys pissing Tamara off but also because she doesn't want a client to hear her say “I don't know” because it sounds unprofessional, and she is professional about this stuff she doesn't believe in.“Ok then. If I can get you anything please let me know.” Emma says, keen to provide something useful to earn anything from this woman. Really pretty, in a distant, unattainable way.“Thank you, Emma” she says as she enters the office and closes the door.