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Celestia

          I wanted to own my own business someday. But guess what? With a life like mine, I can't have it my way. At least not yet but for now, I guess I can settle for being a receptionist and a stripper. No, I don't hate my jobs but I don't plan on keeping them either. I just need enough to pay rent, feed myself, and maybe shop a little. I can't wait to finish my business degree and start my own business in the long run and hopefully, in a couple of years, it will happen.

          I look at myself in the mirror for the second time just to make sure that a strand of hair wasn't out of place as I reapply my cherry red lipstick on before I head out the door and head down the elevator into the lobby. Once the doors of the elevator open I step out and give the doorman my usual wink and flirtatious wave as I step out into the busy streets of New York and place my AirPods into my ears. It's currently six twenty-two so I should hurry if I want to make it there before Mr. Osgood gets in. I turn to the left and walk down the mile-long sidewalk to the tall building that belongs to Diamond Enterprises. I scan my ID at the front and unlock the doors. 

"Good Morning Celestia." says the security guard near his post.
"Good Morning James!" I reply smiling brightly. James introduced me to my job opening years ago when he saw how much my life had hated me. I had just lost my job and my boyfriend broke up with me on that same day. James found me drunk in my sorrows and alcohol and he was nice enough to help me out. He's a bouncer at the club I work at as well. I will always thank him for showing me not one but two jobs. Who knows where I'd be if it wasn't for him. Probably in a ditch somewhere who knows. I walk behind my desk and pull out my heels from my bag. I switch my walking shoes on my feet for the heels--One of my smallest pairs by the way--as I sit down at the front desk and turn on the phone. I also open the computer in front of me to open up my emails. After looking through my emails, fishing out the important ones, and trashing the irrelevant ones I look down at the large calendar in front of me that also serves as a mat for other papers to remind myself of all the meetings Mr. Osgood was supposed to have today. Nothing much today, but that didn't mean there wasn't gonna be anything for me to do. The number of females that walk in here every day either crying, furious, or somewhere in between is quite hilarious. I get that Mr. Osgood is probably good in bed or whatever but for them to continually chase after him as if he's the one is quite annoying and stupid if you ask me. Bored out of my mind. I tap my pen against my desk and immediately stop when I notice Mr. Osgood's driver opening the side door of the car and James opening the door of the building to let him through.

"Good Morning Mr. Osgood! Your first meeting will be online with the entire Corporate of BTM at seven-thirty." I say, pressing my thick glasses back up against the bridge of my nose.

"Morning Miss Crowe, Thank you. Did you get my coffee by any chance?"
"No sir, I ordered a while ago and was just heading out to grab them now," I say as I grab my purse.

"Thank you, once you get it bring it right up." 

With that, he steps into the elevator and I watch him as it closes. Shit. I totally forgot about his coffee. I let out a troubled breath and get up making my way out the door. 

"You definitely forgot about his coffee didn't you?" smiles James.
"Oh shut up, like you haven't forgotten to close the doors once or twice." I smile back and swat at him playfully as I head out to the cafe across from the building. Once I get into the cafe I give a silent thanks to God that there wasn't anyone in line yet. I rush to the counter and quickly make an order to go. I get myself a frappe as well because why not, Lord knows I'll need it sooner or later. I use the Diamonde business card to pay, quickly get the drinks, and leave to cross the streets once again back into the building. I drop my frappe at my desk and walk across the lobby to the elevator and press the button to head up to the sixteenth floor. The minute I step off of the elevator I gasp as I see Mr. Osgood with a blonde female in his lap. She has her mouth all over his neck, yet he is showing no emotion whatsoever. I come a little closer and lower my head and clear my throat, hoping that they'd figure out that they weren't alone.