Kitten

Chapter Two

Brandy

Just like always, I got up early. Five-thirty on the dot. I found getting up early and heading to the office gave me a chance to get a head start on my day. The majority of the time I'm able to leave earlier, but I stay back, not by choice. Others in the office see my free time as their right to use me for their own benefit.

By the time I got to the office, it was already 6:45. As soon as I got inside the building, I noticed a woman pacing back and forth by the front doors. She and I made eye contact, but I quickly looked away heading towards the elevator. Right as I got in, she stepped in with me.

"What's your name?" She asks sternly.

"B-Brandy." I told her quietly.

She didn't say anything. She looks me up and down. "Which department do you work in?" She asks. "Wait! Do you even work here? You aren't some crazy stalker, are you?"

I quickly shook my head. "I'm an intern," I say kinda lowering my head.

I was so distracted by her questioning me, that I completely forgot to press the button for the 12th floor. "Come with me."

I nod my head. "The 30th floor," I whispered to myself.

"I'm Ramia by the way. The head of Human Resources." Ramia says glancing back at me. I tried to keep up with how fast she was walking. Ramia brings me into a giant office sitting me down at the desk.

I was blown away by the view. Whoever has this as a view is quite lucky. I'll be surprised if they ever get any work done. I don't think I would. Ramia ran me through what I had to do while stating that everything must be done to perfection. Nothing can be out of order and there must be a clear and easy system.

"Also you have to be out of this room by 9:55 with a Toasted Coconut Mocha Latte on the desk. He's very strict about that." Ramia tells me before leaving me alone with a giant stack of unorganized papers. Nothing was in order and nothing seemed to make any sense. I didn't even know where to start.

I sorted everything in piles and labelled them from most important to least important. I didn't have any access to the computer, so I rewrote everything by hand. I made sure everything was done in alpha-numerical order also by date. Since I did have a bit of time left on my hands I cleaned up around me. It was a natural habit that I gained. Wendy would yell at me if things were messy.

Right before I left I made sure that the coffee was placed neatly on the desk. Closing the door behind me, two females just looked at me. "What did you say your name was again?" Ramia says looking at me.

"...Brandy," I tell her again.

She nods and then goes back to talking to the other female. I bit my lip praying that I did everything okay. I didn't want something bad to happen because of me. I made my way back to the 12th floor where I'm rushed at with coffee orders. I didn't need them to tell me what they wanted, I memorized all their orders.

"Brandy Where The Hell Were You? I Need You." I hear Wendy shout from her office. Heading towards her, Wendy stares at me with disgust. "Jeans Brandy?"

I looked down at my outfit. Black jeans, a plain white long-sleeve shirt, and a simple pair of worn-out red heels. "Sorry," I say. "I'll wear something better next time."

She rolls her eyes. "If you are going to work in the fashion industry at least look the part," Wendy exclaims.

I never looked at my clothes as a problem. I obviously didn't make enough to afford designer brands. I do what I can with what I have. "Anyways I promoting my niece to be my new assistant starting today, so you won't be needed today."