Today I was going to my bosses office. It was about 2pm. Jackie freaked out after I told her everything about Michael. My boss needed that manuscript back, and my opinion on it. I'm definitely going to recommend him to publishing it.
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"Ms. Macoft." He said greeting me. Damn he was scary, not on purpose,but he was.
"Hi."
"Sit down." He said motioning me towards the other seat next to him. Please say he's not firing me.
"Keely, first things first, about the manuscript. You think it's worthy of being edited and published?"
I nodded, "In the beginning I thought no way, but then all this tension starting to build up and cliffhangers. It was really interesting, I think that you should at least edit it and then maybe publish it."
I handed him the manuscript and he put it in the folder that said 'edit' on it. Yes, this job has always been good for me. This isn't the first manuscript I've done a lot, I read pretty fast.
"Second. Currently one of our workers , they quit. So it seems as though we have a job opportunity open and-"
I jumped from my seat, "Yes! I'll take it!"
He looked at me like I was insane. I cleared my throat and smoothed out my skirt before sitting down.
"I'll take it."
He laughed slightly and smiled. Wow that's a first.
"Your young, but your very smart I think you might want a promotion. You will earn more money but you'll have to work more hours." He said a bit more seriously.
I nodded eagerly. I could use the money. Jackie's parents are helping her with the rent, mine aren't. I thanked him and walked out of his office as I pulled out my phone.
"MICHAEL!" I yelled hoping my boss couldn't hear me because I was still outside his office.
"Keely! Hi!"
"Guess what? I got a promotion at my job!"
"That's awesome! I'm sure you deserved it."
I smiled, "Where are you right now?"
"Actually-" I heard being cut off as someone took his phone.
"HELLO LOVE!" Someone shouted. British accent.
"Hi!" I yelled.
The other person covered the phone but I could still hear them ask 'she's American?'
"Hi I'm HARRY!" He yelled.
"OMG OMG HARRY STYLES! SIGN MY FOREHEAD!!!!" I joked.
I heard him laugh before again covering the and saying 'she's funny.' Well, he's not wrong, I'm fabulous.
Michael's pov;
"GIVE MY PHONE BACK HARRY!" I yelled. He stuck out his tounge and I rolled my eyes. I chased him around this whole bus to get my phone back yet he still doesn't give me it back. I don't need Keely falling for his 'adorable British accent' when I'm more adorable. Also these black jeans make my legs look good.
"No. I want to talk to KEEELLY!" He said teasing me. I took this opportunity to grab my phone.
"At least I have a girlfriend." I mumbled. Thank God no one heard me because Keely isn't actually my girlfriend and sometimes I forget that.
I sighed, "I got to go Keely."
"Aw why?" She questioned.
"Practice." I answered. Which was true, we have to go.
"Ok, I love you Michael."
Yes, she still loves me, "I love you too."
I pressed end as Niall came into the room, "You ready mate?" He asked putting his hand on my shoulder.
I nodded staring down at my phone. It was a picture of her sitting in my lap and trying to kiss her for the photo. Of course her being embarrassed tried to push me away ending up in an weird position. I loved that photo. I wish she was here.
"MICHAEL GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"
"COMING!"
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Howdy. MEELY FEELS. Anyhow, good girls are bad girls and good girls are bad girls. (MICHAEL THERES A TURKEY!)
