It All Started With A 'Please': A Sokeefe Story

4: Sure Thing, Boss

After I dropped Shane off at the airport the next day, I proceeded to go to work.

My boss, Anisha, had texted me beforehand, letting me know that there was going to be another intern that would be alongside me for a couple months. She asked me if I was able to train him for some time until he gets the hang of working in the real estate field.

Me being me, I decided that it would look great for my college applications and it would be pretty fun, so I agreed.

I wasn't sure who it was since she didn't tell me their name. Heck, let alone name, I didn't even know their gender.

After a quick car ride, I had arrived at NYREA, which stood for New York Real Estate Agency.

I was greeted at the front desk Mark Lowski. He had helped me out on my first few days as an intern and we were pretty good friend.

"Hey Mark." I greeted.

"How's it hanging, Sophie?" He responded.

"Pretty good. You?"

"Can't complain." He smiled, buzzing me in.

"Hey, Mark? Do you happen to know anything about the new intern?" I asked as I was about to walk through the gates.

Mark turned to his computer and clicked some buttons. "Nothing in the database. But... I heard Anisha saying something about a guy named Keith? His father is loaded as heck, so it'll look good for us."

"Oh, nice. Thanks." I said, walking through the gates that closed behind me.

My boots made a 'click' against the marble floor and the smell of vannila and sanitizer filled the air.

"Hey Sophie." Anisha smiled, sipping from her coffee mug as I entered her office.

"Hey Anisha." I responded, taking a seat at her desk.

That's the moment everything changed. Every. Single. Thing.

That's the moment where Keefe Sencen walked through her office doors and sat down next to me.

That's the moment when I had a minor heart attack.

"KEEFE?!" I exclaimed. "What the heck are you doing here?"

"Sophie. Keefe is our new intern. Looks like you already know each other so, Sophie, if you don't mind, could you go over the properties for the Petersons' with him?" Anisha asked, completely oblivious to what was happening.

"I'm sure Foster would be delighted to help me with that." Keefe smirked.

"Ugh. This is the worst day of my entire life. Kill me now." I complained, throwing my head back.

"Sophie. I'm not going to ask again." Anisha said.

"Alright, come on Keefe." I said, ushering him towards the door.

"I thought I told you to call me Hunkyhair last night." Keefe said once we were away from Anisha's hearing.

"Sure thing, Chunkyhair." I said, rolling my eyes. "I thought I told you to stop calling me Foster last night. You know I have a first name, right?"

"Psh. That's so boring. I'll be calling you Foster 'till the day I die."

I rolled my eyes at the boy again, taking a sharp turn in the hallway, and into the fax room. I continued working and typing as I gave Keefe orders. He carried those orders out way better than I thought he would.

After 4 hours of furious typing, printing, researching, and emailing, we had finished our work.

Keefe let out an exaggerated sigh. "Who knew this could be so hard?"