Henry Bowers ®^=^

You worked at a company where you had to advise and answer calls to help with dresses, etc. (Sorry, I forgot the name). It was a huge building with two elevators. You had a husband, David. You both had a daughter, Lera. She was three years old and still in kindergarten.
When you got up at 5:30 a.m. and started getting dressed and brushing your teeth, and when you arrived at work (you were driven there by a driver in a small black limousine. You later found out that your driver was drinking something), there were a lot of folders and bags from cafes and other things piled up on your desk.
You're sitting in your office and a colleague comes up to you and says, "Listen, I don't know how you feel about interns, but... you're going to have an intern starting tomorrow. He introduces himself as Henry Bowers." You were a little shocked that there would be an intern, but you weren't opposed to it.