Today we were going to look round Stone Marketing. This was a pretty big deal. Stone Marketing was the most successful marketing company in London, and they looked after all the main contracts in the city.
I had no idea what I was going to wear. My fellow students often turned up to class in formal business attire, including pencil skirts and shirts for the girls and perfectly ironed suits for the boys. Most of my peers were from families with money though and often had grown up in London. I was a bit different. I came from a small seaside town in Devon. My uniform was jeans and hoodies. I certainly didn’t have enough money to buy expensive clothes just for going to uni.
In the end, I picked out the smartest pair of jeans I had. Deep blue boot-cut ones with a high waist. I was desperate to put a large dark grey hoodie over the top in order to hide my figure, but I knew I couldn’t get away with that in such an expensive environment. I forced myself to put on a white t-shirt I never wore, and the black blazer my mum had bought me before I left. As for shoes well…the choice was converse or Doc Martens. I went for the Doc Martens.
My dark hair was eternally a mess of curls that never wanted to conform with my attempts to tame it, so I scraped it back into my usual ponytail to keep it out of my face. I wasn’t really a make-up girl, only opting for a couple of swipes of my £1 mascara.
Checking my reflection was the last thing I wanted to do, but I had to check today. I glanced as quickly as possible, shuddering at the dumpy silhouette that appeared in the dirty mirror. I sighed heavily, and grabbed my backpack and headed out of my room.
I lived in the cheapest university halls going. Although as it was London, it was still damn expensive. After rent and books, I usually had very little student loan left over. To make matters worse, my room was tiny. There was only enough space for a single bed and a chest of draws. I had to share a kitchen and bathroom with four other people. It sucked. I reminded myself I had chosen to come to London. Although now I was here, I wasn’t sure why.
I made my way through the busy streets down to the tube station, making sure I didn’t bump into any of the bustling commuters. Thankfully I didn’t need to change tubes, as I was on the right line for the infamous Canary Wharf.
I’d been to look around Canary Wharf a few times, but I had to admit, I was excited to see what was inside one of those tall glass buildings. Checking the directions on my phone, I soon arrived outside the huge impressive building. It was spring, and the morning light made the glass panes sparkle with promise.
I spotted some other students from my course and begrudgingly made my way over. One of the girls, Emma, spotted me and whispered something to one of the others. I watched them smirk and knew it would have been nothing good. Probably some comment about what I was wearing. They were of course, flawlessly dressed. Emma herself was wearing a soft pink blazer with a form-fitting cream dress underneath that showed off her tiny waist. Her honey-coloured hair was perfectly quaffed into a high bun, and her make-up looked like it had been done by a professional artist. Nude heels adorned her feet and a designer handbag rested on her left shoulder.
I couldn’t be more opposite if I tried.I hung at the back of the group while the rest of the students chatted excitedly together.Our professor, Neil, appeared at the front of the group. “Right guys, I know I shouldn’t have to tell you, but remember. This is a big deal to be allowed inside here, so I want 100% professionalism and respect. I don’t need to remind you that if you make a good impression here, you may be lucky enough to be offered their internship.” He cast his eyes around the group, his gaze briefly landing on me. A brief flicker of disapproval crossed his face, but it was gone as soon as it appeared.
Neil ushered us into the building. The whole space was decorated with black and white monochrome. There was no doubt it looked sleek, but I also thought it felt a little cold. I reflected this probably suited its name, Stone Marketing.
A woman was waiting for us in the lobby. It turned out she looked, even more, immaculate than Emma. Something I never thought possible. She flashed us a wide smile, and I felt I needed sunglasses to shield my eyes from her whiter than white teeth.
“Welcome students.” Her voice was a little robotic. Like the automated ones, you got when you phoned your energy supplier. “My name is Melissa. I’m a manager in the communications department, and it is my pleasure to show you around today.”
Despite the computerised voice, she was a stunning woman. I could see the boys nudging each other and winking. Not exactly the professionalism or respect Neil had asked for.
We began our tour around some of the offices where the admin worked. It was pretty average, but I knew she would be building up. Then we were led to the social media department. That was definitely a notch up. They had large screens on all the walls with various platforms such as Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. Each showed how many interactions, comments and ‘likes’ the content was receiving.
Next, was the mock-up space. The room was completely white, including all the furniture. This had examples of new ads they’d created for various different companies. The white made sense now, it was so each piece of work could be looked at on a blank canvas.
Some of the ads were on paper. Others were projected onto the wall, clearly being produced for a digital format.“Please feel free to take a look around,” Melissa called out to us.
Most of it was unfinished work, but I was fascinated to see the process behind each campaign. Most of them looked incredible, and I noted the number of well-known companies that were featured. But then, something caught my eye. It was an ad for Blast sports drinks. Blast was a big name within the gym scene, often marketed to serious athletes and body-builders. But this ad…well it looked childish. The lettering was almost bubbly in appearance, and the pastel colours just didn’t seem to fit.
I called over to Melissa.
She glided over to me like a swan on a lake. “Yes…?”
“Rosie.” I provided for her.
She gave me a postcard smile. “How can I help?”
I suddenly felt a little awkward. Why on earth had I put myself in this position? I started to stammer a little. “I just…well…I mean…isn’t this a sports drinks company?”
A flash of amusement crossed her face. “Yes, that’s right.”
I bit my lip. Now I was here, I had to explain otherwise I’d look even more stupid.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit…well…childish? They’re meant to be a serious company, aren’t they?”
By this point, a few of my fellow students had begun to crowd around me. Clearly interested in how I was showing them up today.
The woman fort back to conceal a laugh. “Blast wished to go in a new direction. They want to appeal to gym novices as well as the serious types…but I will pass on your very astute comments to the department's manager.”
At this, those around us listening started to snigger. Even Neil looked like he wanted to put his head in his hands. My cheeks flushed. I really should have kept my mouth shut.
Just then, a deep powerful voice sounded from the back of the crowd. “See that you do pass on those comments, Melissa. I think the girl has a valid point.”
I turned to the source of the voice. Wow. Standing with a serious expression was a tall muscular man in his early 30’s. His dark hair and eyes made him look mysterious. Even a little dangerous. His sharp jawline was covered in dark stubble. The charcoal suit he was wearing looked crazy expensive, and I wondered what he did here to earn that kind of money.
Melissa’s face had paled a little, even though her perfect tan. “Yes Sir. Of course, Sir. I’ll do that right away.” Her calm exterior vanished as she scurried off.
The man’s eyes followed her for a second, and then to my discomfort, they snapped to me. I hurriedly looked away. I could barely hold eye contact with any man, let alone one as good looking as this.
He strode his way towards me, the crowd parting like the sea for Moses. Moments later, he was in front of me. He smelled delicious and expensive.
“What is your name?” I could not read his expression, but perhaps that was because I was too preoccupied with the depths of his dark eyes.
I did my best to look unintimidated, but my voice was quiet. “Rosie. Rosie Woods.”
“And you are a student at the University of London?”
I nodded. “Yes. My first year.”
He furrowed his brow and gazed at me from head to toe. I felt exposed. “Hmm.” There was an edge of disappointment in his voice, and he began to walk away. Then he paused and turned his head to the side slightly. “Come to my office tomorrow morning. 8am. Don’t be late.”
My heart leapt. Could this be the internship? Suddenly, I realised something. I called out hurriedly. “Excuse me Sir, I apologise, but I don’t know your name?”
Audible gasps and whispers shot up from my group. Now, even Neil did not resist shaking his head in disbelief. What had I done wrong?
The man turned, a smirk upon his face. The first change in expression I’d seen since our encounter had started.
“My name is Ezra Stone. I am the CEO of this company.”
Oh fuck.
The crimson colour of embarrassment was still evident on my cheeks as we made our way out of the building. “Can you believe she didn’t recognise Ezra Stone?! Does she live under a rock?” Emma’s remark was said in a whisper, but a very loud one. I was pretty sure she knew I could hear her. Her partner in crime Tiffany laughed. “I know right. I don’t even know why he’s asked her to meet him.” “Maybe to give her some fashion tips.” Emma quipped. They promptly burst into hysterical giggles. I tried to ignore it. I really did. But I knew their words were going to play over in my head later. Neil held up his hand for quiet. “Right…well I suppose we should congratulate Rosie on Mr. Stone’s invitation.” Even he looked confused. Limp applause followed, barely audible for more than a few moments. “I would like 1000 words on what you have learnt fr
My stomach was continuously flipping over, and I kept wringing my sweaty hands together. I felt so out of place in this building. I looked it too. My charity shop outfit stuck out like a sore thumb against the designer suits that everyone appeared to be wearing. It was a little baggy on me, but that’s how I liked my clothes. Anything to hide what was underneath. The waiting area I was in was the same monochromatic theme, and I perched on a particularly uncomfortable black bench. The walls were lined with large geometric art work. I tried not to look at it too closely. It was making me feel even sicker than I already was. I’d arrived earlier than 8am, the command to not be late ringing in my ears. Now I was regretting it slightly, because I could feel my bum going numb. A woman approached me, a cream skirt suit showing off her barbie doll figure. A thin red lipstick smile directed at me. “Miss Woods?” She asked curtly. I nodded, not trust
I was due to start at Stone Marketing on Wednesday. It was currently Monday and I’d put the whole business of clothes shopping off until now.In the afternoon, after my lectures, I headed to a place I very rarely entered. A department store. Vanessa had insisted on meeting me, although seeing as we both dressed terribly, I had no idea what help she was going to be.I hadn’t told her where I’d got the money from either. Instead making up some story about my mum lending me the funds. I knew if I told her the truth, she’d speculate about the meaning behind it. I’d decided, there was none. When you were worth £4.8 billion a year, £1000 was practically change.I spotted her leaning against the wall outside, lazily sucking on the straw of her smoothie. Glancing at me, she grinned. Grinning was an unusual act for Vanessa, and I suddenly clicked why she&rsqu
Wednesday arrived. The whirlwind of emotions that swept through me left me feeling a little dizzy. I still wasn’t sure if this was really the right decision, but I reasoned with myself that I could just quit if it was terrible. I could even offer to pay back Mr Stone for the clothes. According to the email I got, I was to report to the social media department at 9 am. I would spend a few weeks there before moving around the different departments. I was actually quite pleased about this. It would provide me with a good varied experience and may give me an insight into what area of marketing I would eventually like to work in. After I got over my initial nerves, I actually really enjoyed my morning. My mentor Louise was very friendly, and not at all like Mellissa or Greta. She was still well-dressed, but she was much more down to earth. She taught me about the different algorithms of each social media platform and explained that in a week or so I could help her create
Unsurprisingly, I didn’t get very far. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually run, and my body couldn’t either. It wasn’t long before my lungs were burning and my legs were aching. It didn’t help that I was also having to weave in and out of the crowd of people still shopping. People looked at me as if I was mad. They were probably right, but I didn’t care. I had to get myself out of this situation and fast. My escape came to an abrupt halt as soon as I felt a strong hand take hold of my shoulder. I began to topple, but he caught me, pulling me towards him. “Stop Rosie.” His breath was hot against my ear. A shiver ran down my spine when he used my first name. He hadn’t done that before. It had always been ‘Miss Woods’. Panting, I had no choice but to relax against him. His arms still had me locked into his front, and I found it strangely comforting. It was as if he was holding me in place to stop me from falling apart. The way he held me in place
During lectures the next few days, Neil had attempted to engage me in conversation about how my first day at Stone Marketing had gone. Having no wish to relive the mortifying experience, I attempted to keep my answers as short as possible.On Friday afternoon, he gave it one last attempt. “So, Rosie, are you going to fill us in one what it was like. It would be beneficial for you to share your experience with the other students.”I shifted awkwardly in my chair. “Er, well it was only my first day. Most of it was just induction stuff.”Emma caught onto my discomfort, and decided to pray upon it. “Did you meet Mr Stone again Rosie? Now that you know who he is of course?”Some of the other students smirked.Anger ran through me. “Yes, I did.” I snapped without thinking. I soon realised my mistake.
I couldn’t quite believe I was back in his car again. Although this time, it was a different car. The only reason I knew it was a Porche was because I took notice of the logo. Mr Stone had hardly said a thing since I’d got into the car. I wondered if he enjoyed making people feel uncomfortable or if it was unintentional.I hadn’t even bothered to try and make too much extra effort in terms of my outfit. After all, he disapproved of my appearance whether I tried or not. I looked down at my jeans and hoodie and hoped that we weren’t going anywhere nice. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. I was relived to find he wasn’t wearing a suit, although he was still smarter than I could ever hope to be. His dark grey chinos clung to his muscular legs and a crisp white shirt was tucked into his waist band. He’d rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, and I enjoyed watching the muscles in his forearm tense and rel
After Mr Stone’s shocking proposal, I had left his apartment without saying a word. He had not bothered to chase me, which meant that I was left to my own devices trying to find my way out of the ridiculous building. When I had finally found my way to the exit, I had earned a scrutinising glance from the concierge. I felt like shouting at him, “yes I know I look like I don’t belong here! Just like everywhere else that arrogant arse has taken me!” As I sat on the tube home, I tried to regain my composure. I couldn’t believe Mr Stone had propositioned me like that. I hated to admit it, but Emma had been right. He was a womaniser. He clearly took every opportunity he could to corrupt and bed women, and he obviously wasn’t that picky. The worst part about it was that he had got into my head. Against my will, I began to imagine what it would be like for him to touch me. I felt myself getting hot at the thought, and instantly scolded myself for being so ridiculous. I c