'Come on, come on, come on...' I mutter to myself while waiting in the underground station.
I definitely cannot be late on the first day of my placement.
It honestly took me everything I had to get this opportunity to work in the Angus Arts, one of the most respected events companies in the world.
This is the golden ticket into the industry that an international postgraduate like me has to grab on tight.
As I sprint in and out of the tube, running fast on the damp pavement almost tripping myself—I am here. Finally.
'Hi, I'm the new intern. Can you show me the Operations director's office?' I walk up to the reception and ask John...Mon, something. I narrow my eyes, trying to read his badge.
'Sorry, can I have your name?' He asks politely.
'Sage. Sage Carlos.'
'Ok...yes, I found you. You're working with Ms Osis.' John states something that I already know, to which I simply smile and nod.
Come on. I only have five more minutes to step into that office.
'Her office is on the 5th floor, at the end of the corridor. Good luck.' He gives me a seemingly sympathetic smile.
What is that supposed to mean?
Without time to further analyse the situation, I rush to the lift and press the 5th floor.
I look down at my watch and look up at the floor number impatiently. Two minutes.
The good thing is no one is blocking me from storming to the door of Ms Osis's office, I knock on the door precisely one minute before 9.00.
My heart is pounding in anxiety.
'Come in.'
I take a deep breath and open the door. There's a dark-haired woman sitting in the left end of the room with large French windows.
She looks quite young. Awfully young. Also beautiful in the pantsuit.
I can hear my gay heart squeezing. What a view.
Good luck indeed.
'Hello, Ms Osis. I'm Sage Carlos, your new intern.' I put on my brightest smile and walk over to her, holding out my hand.
She sits in her leather chair, glancing at my face, then my hand, giving me a firm grip.
In that millisecond of touch her soft smooth skin, I feel some images rushing through my mind. Something familiar yet far away. Something so intense that makes the lights in the room shiver a little.
No. Bloody. Way.
If you've heard of Twin Flames, you'd know what I'm talking about.
I have never felt energy this intense and heart-warming. I suspect this to be a so-called 'twin flame connection'.
However, I doubt she feels it because when she looks up at me again, her ice-blue eyes are sharp and cold, 'Nice meeting you, Ms Carlos. And you're ten minutes late.'
Late? I am snapped back into the reality from my bubbly twin-flame fantasy.
'Sorry, I didn't realise my watch was ten minutes late. I'll be here at nine sharp tomorrow.' I stiffly pull my hand back, secretly sweating and wishing my brown skin covers up my flush.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Here I am, thinking she might be 'the one', instead, she can be the death of me.
She shakes her head with a lock of her raven curls falling on her chest, still giving me the dead look. 'No, you should be here at ten to nine, NOT nine sharp. I expect you to have everything ready by nine o'clock.'
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'Noted. Boss.' (GirlxGirl) (BossxIntern)
RomanceSage Carlos is the new intern at the company of her dreams. She thrives to earn a place in the company to keep being a happy international bean in London. She didn't expect to meet her so-called twin flame at this moment and definitely NOT her stone...
