‘Perhaps the time has come for you to work in another shop,’ said Florentyna, ‘and preferably not my father’s.’ Walking out of the front door, she made straight for the hotel’s private elevator and pressed the button marked ‘42.’ On arrival, Florentyna informed her father’s secretary that she needed to speak to him immediately.
‘He’s chairing a board meeting at the moment, Miss Rosnovski.’
‘Then interrupt him and tell him that I wish to see him.’
The secretary hesitated, then buzzed through to Mr. Rosnovski.
‘I thought I told you not to disturb me, Miss Deneroff.’
‘I apologize, sir, but your daughter is here and insists on seeing you.’
There was a pause. ‘All right, send her in.’
‘I am sorry, Papa, but this is something that can’t wait,’ Florentyna said as she entered the room, feeling suddenly less sure of herself as the eight men around the boardroom table rose. Abel guided her through to his own office.
‘Well, what is it that can’t wait, my darling?’
‘It’s Miss Parker. She’s stuffy, incompetent and stupid,’ said Florentyna, and she poured out to her father her version of what had happened that morning with Jessie Kovats.
Abel’s fingers never stopped tapping on his desktop as he listened to her tale. When she came to the end he flicked a switch on his intercom. ‘Please ask Miss Parker in the fashion shop to come up immediately.’
‘Thank you, Papa.’
‘Florentyna, would you be kind enough to wait next door while I deal with Miss Parker.’
‘Of course, Papa.’
A few minutes later, Miss Parker appeared, still looking flushed. Abel asked her what had happened. She gave an accurate account of the altercation, confining her view of Florentyna to the fact that she was a competent assistant but she had been the sole reason that Miss Kovats, a long-serving member of her staff, had left. And others, Miss Parker pointed out, might resign too if Florentyna persisted with her attitude. Abel listened, barely controlling his anger. He gave Miss Parker his opinion and told her that later that day she would receive a letter by hand confirming his decision.
‘If that is what you wish, sir,’ said Miss Parker, and left.
Abel buzzed his secretary. ‘Would you please ask my daughter to come back in, Miss Deneroff.’
Florentyna strode in. ‘Did you tell Miss Parker what you thought, Papa?’
‘Yes, I did.’
‘She’ll find it hard to get another job.’
‘She won’t need to.’
‘Won’t need to?’
‘No. I gave her a raise and extended her contract,’ he said, leaning forward and placing both hands firmly on his desk. ‘If you ever treat a member of my staff that way again, I’ll put you over my knee and thrash you and it won’t be a gentle tap with a hairbrush. Jessie Kovats has already left because of your insufferable behavior and it is obvious no one in that shop likes you.’
Florentyna stared at her father in disbelief, then burst into tears.
‘And you can save your tears for someone else,’ continued Abel remorselessly. ‘They don’t impress me. I shouldn’t have to remind you that I have a company to run. Another week of you and I would have had a crisis on my hands. You will now go down to Miss Parker and apologize for your disgraceful behavior. You will also stay away from my shops until I decide you are ready to work in them again. And that is the last time you interrupt one of my board meetings. Do you understand?’
‘But, Papa—’
‘No buts. You will apologize to Miss Parker immediately.’
Florentyna ran out of her father’s office and returned to her room in tears, packed her bags, left her green pastel dress on the bedroom floor and took a cab to the airport.
On learning of her departure, Abel phoned Miss Tredgold, who listened to what had taken place with dismay, but not with surprise.
When Florentyna arrived home, her mother was still away at a health spa trying to shed a few unwanted pounds. Only Miss Tredgold was there to greet her.
‘You’re back a week early, I observe.’
‘Yes, I got bored with New York.’
‘Don’t lie, child.’
‘Must you pick on me as well?’ said Florentyna, and ran upstairs to her room. That weekend she locked herself in and only crept down to the kitchen at odd times for meals. Miss Tredgold made no attempt to see her.
On the first day of school Florentyna put on one of the smart pastel shirts with the new-style button-down collar she had bought at Bergdorf Goodman. She knew it would make every other girl at Girls Latin jealous. She was going to show them all how a future president of the Student Council should behave. As no member of Council could be elected for two weeks, she wore a shirt of a different color every day and took upon herself the responsibilities of president. She even started to think about what type of car she would talk her father into when she had won the election. At all times she avoided Edward Winchester, who had put his own name forward for Council, and she laughed openly at any comments made about his popularity. On the Monday of the third week, Florentyna went to morning assembly to hear herself confirmed as the new student president.
When Miss Allen, the headmistress, had read out the full list, Florentyna could not believe her ears. She had not even finished in the first six. In fact, she was only barely the runner-up, and of all people, Edward Winchester had been elected president. As she left the hall, no one commiserated with her and she spent the day in a silent daze at the back of the classroom. When she returned home that night, she crept up to Miss Tredgold’s room and knocked gently on the door.
‘Come.’
Florentyna opened the door slowly and looked toward Miss Tredgold, who was reading at her desk.
‘They didn’t make me president,’ she said quietly. ‘In fact, they didn’t even elect me to the Council.’
‘I know,’ Miss Tredgold replied, closing her Bible.
‘How can you have known?’ asked Florentyna.
‘Because I wouldn’t have voted for you myself.’ The governess paused. ‘But that’s an end of the matter, child.’
Florentyna ran across the room and threw her arms around Miss Tredgold, who held her tight.
‘Good, now we shall have to start rebuilding bridges. Dry your tears, my dear, and we shall begin immediately. There is no time to be lost. Pad and pencil are needed.’
Florentyna wrote down the list dictated by Miss Tredgold and did not argue with any of her instructions. That night she wrote long letters to her father, Miss Parker — enclosing another letter for Jessie Kovats — Edward Winchester, and finally, although the name was not on her list, to Miss Tredgold. The next day she went to confession with Father O’Reilly. On returning to school, Florentyna helped the newly appointed secretary with her first minutes, showing her the system she had found to work most satisfactorily. She wished the new president luck and promised that she would help him and his Council if she was ever needed. She spent the next week answering any queries that came up from the student councillors but never volunteered advice. When Edward met her in the corridor a few days later he told her that the Council had voted to allow her to keep all her privileges. Miss Tredgold advised her to accept Edward’s kind offer with courtesy but at no time to take advantage of it. Florentyna put all her new New York shirts in a bottom drawer and locked them away.
A few days later the headmistress called for her. Florentyna feared it would take longer to regain her respect, however determined she was to do so. When Florentyna arrived at her study, the tiny, immaculately dressed woman gave her a friendly smile and motioned to a comfortable seat by her side.