Fun In The Sun - repgreece (best reads .TXT) 📗

see Nick leaning against the doorframe, his face a picture of shocked surprise.

“Nick!” she grinned. “Oh my god! You’re back!”

“You look completely different Sal! You look fantastic!” he said, running his eyes over her.

She frowned. “Only just got back and already you’re insulting me! Hell I must have looked awful before then.”

“Just as much of a drama queen as ever, come here you crazy woman,” he replied, holding out his arms.

She tutted but then her face broke out into a smile and she ran to him, jumping into his arms with a squeal of delight.

“I can’t believe you’re back!” she laughed as he spun her around.

“Yep,” he put her down and took a closer look at her. “I like the new hairstyle, very sexy Sal. It suits you.” He laughed then. “However...”

She gave him a suspicious look.

“It’s not working you know.”

“What’s not working ?” she asked in confusion.

“Your attempts to cover up these,” he grinned, gesturing to the freckles on her face.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He chuckled. “Sure. You can’t fool me you know Sal, I know you too well. You may have poshed yourself up but you’re still the same old Sal underneath.”

She huffed and pulled a face at him before moving back to the desk to the sound of his amused laugh.

“Want some advice?” he asked.

She collected a pile of papers together off the desk and glanced over her shoulder at him. “No, but I’m sure that you’re going to give me some anyway.”

“Leave the freckles alone; they look cute,” he smiled.

She sighed and smiled back at him. “So, how did you know that I’d be up here then?”

“I didn’t, it was a complete surprise. Came looking for the supervisor to ask for some transfer work and found you in the job!”

She gave him a smug look and turned to lean back against the desk, holding the papers in front of her.

“Yep, started last month as airport supervisor for Adam.”

“I’m impressed,” he said, watching her.

She jumped up then and grabbed her bag to pull out her mobile phone. “Hold on a sec.”

Dialing a number, she waited impatiently for someone to pick up.

“There you are! Do you think that you could answer the phone a little quicker next time? Listen, the plane isn’t due in for at least another hour so, if things are sorted out down there, you can tell the girls to go for a break...but make sure that you are all back in forty five minutes at the latest,” she added firmly, hanging up.

“So Nicholas, you’d like a job with us would you?” she said formally.

He shook his head at her.

What was she up to?

“Yes please Miss,” he came back politely.

“Hmmm,” she pretended to look thoughtful, chewing on the end of a pen. “We may have a vacancy. And you’re in luck...”

His face lit up.

“I just have enough time to conduct an interview for the position,” she finished, grinning at the way his expression changed.

Ooooh, she’s a cheeky one!

“Interview...of course. Go ahead,” he said, calling her bluff.

She sat down behind the desk and gestured for him to do the same. “Please, take a seat.”

He smiled sarcastically and sat down. Riffling through the paperwork she was holding, she found a piece of paper and took hold of her pen, letting the nib hover above the page.

“Name?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.

“You know my name cheeky!” he replied incredulously.

She nodded and jotted something down.

“Age?” she grinned.

“Oh no you don’t, you don’t get to know my age. I’m youthful in outlook but experienced in almost all areas,” he said, leaving her to wonder if he was only referring to work.

She looked impressed but continued the questioning. “References?”

He smiled slowly. “Well, as I recall, a certain transfer rep I used to know assured me that I was the best transfer rep in the world. I think that’s a good enough reference, don’t you?”

She growled at him. “Hmm, I think that the said transfer rep must have been blackmailed into admitting that!”

He shook his head. “Not blackailed, just honest enough to admit the truth.”

She growled again and threw the pen at him. “Okay, okay Mr Smug, you can have the job.”

He laughed and she laughed with him. Fun In The Sun chapter 2

Nick and Sal made their way out of the airport and into the sunshine, heading for desk number eight.

"Tell you what, I'll order you a uniform tomorrow and you can start next week Nick if that's okay with you," Sal suggested.

"Great, I need some cash a.s.a.p. Want to sort out a bike to get me around on...and to go out for voltas of course," he added.

She smiled. "Of course. So it will be the most expensive, flashy bike going that you'll be wanting then for your road trips."

"How did you guess?" he grinned.

She screwed her nose up at him. "Just a hunch!"

"I don't suppose I could get a lift back on a coach could I Sal? A taxi is going to cost me a small fortune," Nick pointed out.

"Well..." Sal began, seemingly unsure but then adding with a smile, "go on then, seen as it's you."

"You're a brick Sal," Nick said, throwing an arm around her shoulder.

"Okay, chop chop girls, plane's due to land any time now. You, you and you," Sal said pointing to three of the girls when they reached the desk, "you three can meet and greet at the arrivals door and the rest of you can find the coaches for me."

Nick widened his eyes at her. "Very assertive Sal, you almost sound as if you know what you're doing!"

She pulled a face at him. "Do you want that lift back to Agios Nick or not?"

He cringed. "Okay, I'll shut up now."

She nodded. "Wise."

The crowds of reps dispersed and went to their duties leaving one girl standing by the desk with a lost, bewildered look.

"Oh, hello," Sal smiled at her. "You must be new. Sally Fitzroy-Smith," she said, holding out her hand. The girl looked back blankly at Sal with terrified eyes. "And you are?" Sal prompted her.

"I'm here to do a transfer," the girl said in a small voice.

Sal's eyes swung to Nick's as he stood there smirking.

"Yes, I had gathered that but I was just wondering what your name was," Sal asked with a touch of impatience.

"Oh," the girl looked mortified, "My name is Freeda. My Dad is German," she added quickly, feeling that she should justify the name.

Nick chuckled to himself and Sal turned to him with a frown, kicking him under the counter.

"Well Freeda why don't you go to arrivals with the other girls and they'll show you how to greet the guests?" Sal suggested.

Freeda looked panic stricken and Sal pointed to the entrance doors, encouraging her to go.

"It's over there, don't worry."

Freeda left reluctantly and Nick burst into laughter as she went. "Good luck with her Sal!"

Sal groaned. "Do you really think she's capable of doing a transfer Adam? What were you thinking?" she said to an invisible Adam.

"Err, Sal. I think you may have finally lost your mind! I'm Nick remember, not Adam," he teased.

"Oh shut up stupid, I wasn't talking to you!" she came back. "As if I haven't got enough on my plate. Why don't you just go and sit over there somewhere until the coach is ready to leave."

"Okay, okay! Who got out of bed on the wrong side this morning?" he said over his shoulder as he moved away.

She rolled her eyes at him but smiled afterwards, she really was glad to see him again.

Several minutes later the guests began to come trickling out of the arrivals door towards the desk and coaches. Sal directed the lost tourists to the correct coach numbers and filled in the forms for the people who had decided to make their own way to the hotels and apartments. Nick sat on a seat outside the airport, opposite desk eight, and watched Sal with amused interest.

Well what do you know; she's not half bad at this!

Sal glanced at her watch and calculated that the next flight of guests from Manchester would be landing in ten minutes. She then had a difficult decision to make. Should she send the already half filled coaches from the Gatwick flight off to the resorts or should she wait for the Manchester flight to land and finish filling the coaches with those passengers as well? It would be at least another fifteen minutes, maybe more, until the Manchester guests came out of the airport. Could she get away with making the Gatwick passengers wait? If so it would save Adam the extra expense of making the coaches return to the airport for a second time. As Sal stood there contemplating what to do next one of the reps came running over to her from the coach park.

"Sal someone is sending the guests to the wrong coaches, it's chaos over there!" the girl said, trying to catch her breath.

Sal ran a hand through her hair. "Bloody hell, it's bound to be the new girl. Here, take this," she said, handing the rep a sheet of paper, "it shows you which coaches the guests should be on. Try to direct them as best you can and I'll go stop Freeda before she gets us all the sack!"

Sal grabbed her handbag and turned to run across the road to the arrivals doors but in her haste she failed to see the airport trolley behind her and stumbled on it, grasping the handle to steady herself but sliding onto the floor nonetheless. She growled and pulled herself up quickly, looking around her to see if anyone had noticed. Nick watched her and chuckled to himself before straightening his face and turning away when Sal noticed that he had seen her stumble. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously and strolled towards the airport, past the chair he was sitting on. He looked up at her with a grin as she gritted her teeth with annoyance and embarrassment, kicking his feet as she passed.

"Did you have a nice trip?" he shouted after her, laughing loudly.

She ignored him and disappeared behind the crowds of tourists, giggling to herself once out of Nick's sight.

Ahh, there goes the entertainment, Nick thought to himslef when she'd gone.

Sal rushed into over to the arrivals door and collected Freeda, deciding that it would be wiser to ask her to direct lost guests from the desk so that she could keep an eye on her. When she returned to the desk however there were another two reps there who were confused and panicked by the extra guests who had been wrongly directed to their coaches. To make matters worse her