Dynasty | h.s

Six

There's three loud knocks that awake me from my deep sleep.

"Rhodes." Jack's voice is muffled through the door, but I can tell he is not pleased with me. "Open the door." My hand flies to the bedside table to grab my phone.

Ten forty seven a.m.

Shit.

I never set an alarm last night and now I'm running behind schedule. I pull the covers off of my body and swing my legs out of bed. "One minute!" I call out frantically as I pick the sweats off the floor that I wore last night. I pull them on, not caring that they're on backwards. They're on nonetheless. I run my fingers through my bedhead, trying my best to make myself look halfway presentable and as if I didn't just wake up even though we both know I did.

Less than a minute later, I'm swinging the door opened and I'm greeted with a very displeased Jack on the other side. I offer him my best apologetic smile and before I even have time to apologize, he is putting a hand up to dismiss me. "I don't want to hear it. We are not off to a good start."

"I'm sorry," I apologize anyways. I tend to be an over apologizer. Anytime I feel like I should be saying sorry, I do.

I walk over to grab the collection of folders he's given me, handing them back over to him. "I promise I will be out of here by eleven like planned."

He gives a curt nod. "You better be. First impressions matter. I need you early to Buckinghams Palace."

This time he reminds me of my mother when he spoke which causes a slight pang in my chest. I act like his words didn't phase me and I nod. "Okay. I'll be ready. I promise."

He doesn't speak another word. Just gives me one last stern look before he leaves the room.

As soon as the door clicks shut I'm rushing to my suitcase and opening it. What does one wear when meeting the royal family? I didn't think about my first impression outfit whatsoever while packing. Casual? Formal? Business? A mix of any of the two? My go to outfit choice when making first impressions on important people is always a blazer with matching pants. It can easily be dressed up or down depending on accessories.

I grab the first matching set I find which happens to be a sage green blazer with matching pants. I debate for a split second on a white or black tank top before deciding on the white one.

After the outfit is picked, I rush to the bathroom. I brush my teeth before getting dressed to avoid any toothpaste mishaps. I brush my teeth for probably only thirty seconds. When running late, it's the repetitions that matter, not the time spent. I rinse my mouth with water and then rush back into the main room. I pack my toothbrush back into my bag before stripping myself of my sleep clothes.

I get my outfit on and straighten it before going back into the bathroom. Next thing to tackle is the hair. It doesn't look too bad honestly. It just needs to be parted better. After separating the hair straight down the middle, I grab half my hair and tie it back, creating an effortless half up half down look.

I look over my whole appearance, turning my body in all different angles in front of the mirror. The sage green compliments my dark brown hair and sun kissed skin perfectly.

I settle on my appearance, deciding I could look better but also could look much worse. I go back into the room and dig my white vans out. They would add more of a casual edge to the outfit. The outfit would show them I mean business, but also show I didn't try too hard. Simple, but effective.

I check the time on my phone again. Ten fifty eight. Two minutes before I'm due to check out and thirty two minutes before my ride is supposed to arrive. I don't fully understand why I need to rush out of here for eleven. No sense in arguing about it now.