Amira's POV:I literally slapped the.. Queen? Could it be the Queen? No.. she looks like shes 19, theres no way she can be The Queen, it could be The Princess? Either way, I slapped a member of the Royal family. The people Im supposed to meet and interview, ohhhh shit how do I explain this to Rose? I cursed my horrible luck before realizing that I was at my destination. "Oi, you alright lass? We're here", the cab driver, Killigan or Ryan (one of those two) asked. I shook away my mindless worries and nodded, opening the back door and got out, turning around and saying, "Thank you sir, have a nice day" before handing him 10 pounds and an extra 6 pound tip.
He smiles brightly and says, "Thank you! You too dear, remember to bring a coat around 4 in the afternoon, it gets horribly cold around that time during winter". I smile and said, "Thank you for reminding me, I appreciate it!". He nods and rolls down the window, before driving off.
I took a deep breath and looked up at the sign that lurked over the building in front of me reading: The Guardian Media Group. I opened the door and walked in, before I heard a voice ask, "My apologies madam, do you happen to be Amira Wyatts?" My eyes widened as I turned to find the source of the voice, immediately recognizing the snark and sass. I immediately felt the stress and worry from before uplift like a veil when I saw Rosalind, aka Rose or Rosie, my best friend from high school and now, ironically my boss. I beamed as we ran towards each other and met in the middle, pulling eachother into a long and much needed hug.
I sighed as I melted into her arms, "Rosie, I've missed you!". She scoffed and said, "Ive bloody missed you too Mira, its been years since we've seen each other!". I smiled and pulled back, patting her shoulder as she wrapped her arm around my shoulders and said, "Come, lets go get a cuppa and we'll discuss the terms of your assignment over a good ol' Banger, alright?". I nodded and said, "I could really go for a cup of tea right now, thank you. But what about the rest-"
"They dont need to worry about us! Glenda will take over for us, wont you love?", Rosie hummed towards the woman at front desk, wh I presume to be Glenda. She nodded and said, "Yep, you two enjoy your breakfast!". I quirked a brow at Rosie, only for her to wink at me mischievously. I rolled my eyes knowing exactly what that meant.
Rosie walked us down the street to a little café called: The Monocle Café. We stepped in, and I was met with the intoxicating smell of coffee, tea, delicious British sweets. "Welcome to the Monocle ladies, what can we get you?", a young man asked us. He was fairly attractive: pale skin, paired with floppy golden blonde hair and blue eyes, and due to his mask I couldn't tell his age but I'd say he was around 18-19.
"Rowan, you dont need to be all professional lad", Rosie says teasing the younger man. Rowan smiled and said, "Sorry Rose, but what would you two lovely lasses like to order". Rosie smiled and joked, "Ahhh! There he is! The nutter himself! I, my young friend, fancy a cup of black tea with milk and a Banger with bacon". Rosie played with her brows mischievously before turning to me and saying, "And my beautiful mate here would fancy a chunk out of your bloody handsome self". I swear to god, if this bitch wasnt my boss and if murder wasnt a federal offense, I would kill her right now.
I watched as the man's eyes widened, and his cheeks turnt red as he chuckled nervously. I elbowed her in the side and rolled my eyes at her stupidity and said, "Ignore her, shes acting like a damn child". It still amazes me that SHE'S my boss, but oh well the universe works in wondrous ways.
"Hey!"
"Shut it you idiot, let me order. Go find a table", I say scolding her like a child. She shrugs and walks away, I sigh and shake my head at her antics before looking at Rowan and saying, "I apologize for her Rowan..". Rowan shook his head and said with a small chuckle, "Its alright, I know how she is". I laugh and nod before saying, "I would like a Banger, house special and a Red Earl Gray with a bit of milk and one packet of splenda". He nods and says, "That will be £11.40, is there anything else you would like?".
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