My favorite part of the morning is walking into the empty store. I knock on the glass and wait patiently until Mildred, the morning manager, comes to let me in through the front. I always peer inside as I'm waiting and imagine that it's my home, that everything inside is mine. I smile contently to myself and sip my tea while giving a little wave to Mildred. She's not a morning person and rarely cracks a smile before 10am. I , on the other hand, could not be happier when those large doors swing open and the light scent of...well, richness to be honest, makes it's way to my nostrils.
I breathe it in deeply and give a small sigh. I love this place.
"Morning, Jude," says Mildred. "You know the drill. Get to it, please. We have an appointment at 9:30."
Mildred disappears into her office to start the morning's conference calls. It gives me time to linger in the darkness with the sun beaming in through the street. I graze my fingers across the displays as I slowly walk toward the back.
Mildred has turned on the lights. The room is bright with flourescence. The crystal no longer sparkles naturally but shines brightly through the display cases.
I clock in and stash my clutch in a locker. Mildred has her office door cracked open. She has put her call on speakerphone so she can take notes on the nationwide numbers of the day.