I’ll be honest. I’m still working on the title. I kind of like “Valuing Valor” – but I’m not sure. My love affair with alliteration can only go so far… If you have any title suggestions, feel free to put them in the comments! I expect this to be a 3-part short story, but we’ll see how it goes. :)
Savannah speed-walked as much as she was able with the walking cast bogging her down. After all, it was her first day at her new job. It wouldn’t do to be late.
She made it through the big glass front doors and into the elevator before she let herself take a deep breath. She probably would have sniffed her pits, too, if she’d been alone. The elevator was crowded, though, so she had no choice but to trust that her deodorant was doing its job. Besides, she’d put on enough of the stuff to last a whole week.
Her heart beat in rhythm with the elevator’s whir as it whisked her up to the fifteenth floor. When she stepped out of the elevator, she stopped, people bumping into her as they exited behind her.
Holy cow. She’d thought the third floor where she’d done her initial interview was fancy. But this? This was opulent. Extravagant. Were those couches real leather?
She was so out of her league.
Yet…dream job. She could pretend she belonged if that meant she got to stay.
After all, she’d been dreaming about working at Valor Enterprises since the second grade. Her little girl fantasy was finally becoming an adult reality. She’d already pinched herself a good ten times that morning alone.
With a deep breath, she took a step forward. Then another. And another.
The receptionist with shiny blonde hair gave her a bright smile. “Can I help you?”
Savannah straightened her spine and returned the smile. “Today’s my first day. I work here now.”
“I’m looking forward to working here.”
The receptionist shuffled through some papers on her desk before handing over a tablet and stylus. “Fill out the forms and bring the tablet back when you’re finished.”
Savannah settled into the most comfortable – and definitely leather – couch she’d ever had the privilege of sitting on and quickly entered all the necessary information for payroll and HR.
The woman took the tablet with a nod. “So tell me, what made you want to work here at Valor?”
Savannah rocked back on her heels. She’d already answered the question during her interview, but it made sense that people would be curious. Positions at Valor Enterprises were highly sought after. She’d been told during her initial interview that there had been over a thousand applicants for the one position they’d needed to fill. The interviewer had been – she assumed – trying to temper her expectations.
Savannah toyed with the strap of her messenger bag. “Mr. Valor visited my school when I was a kid. He gave us clothes and shoes and toys, and he made sure out school had a computer lab and someone to teach us computer skills. It…”
A look flashed across the receptionist’s face before disappearing. Sympathy? Pity? Maybe both.
Savannah swallowed and finished. “It changed my life. And I want to be able to do that for other people.”
The receptionist’s smile was different this time. Softer. And her voice shifted from professional perky to genuine kindness. “We’re blessed to have you, and you’re going to love working for Val. If there’s anyone who believes in the power of giving people hope, it’s Val.”
A smile stretched Savannah’s cheeks. She’d had three interviews total for this job, and everyone single interviewer – including the final panel of ten people – had raved about the work Val was doing in the philanthropy wing of Valor Enterprises. She hadn’t been able to find anyone named Val on the corporate website, but it didn’t matter. She was going to love her job. She could feel it in her bones.