She's The Wild West

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN

     The second half of my second day ended up going off without a hitch and I was starting to feel like the new job was really going to work out. Though I was a bit more tired than usual from the extra work, I was still happy to do it. Plus the extra exhaustion kind of helped me to fall asleep faster so... bonus?

    Things on campus were going alright too, but I did find out that I got the lowest grade in class on the paper I wrote for one my professors. I begged and begged and begged after class for him, Mr. Scottsdale, to let me do a rewrite and he eventually caved saying "... if it will get you out of my face, fine." I had a sneaking suspicion that my grade had only been as low as it was in the first place because he disliked me so much, likely because I'd recently fallen asleep in his class.

    Other than that, my two days off from work were fairly uneventful, which was nice considering the completely eventful third day of work I had in store for me on Saturday.

    It started out fine.

I called my ride, rode with a driver named Kelly with a 'C' (which made it look like it was pronounced 'Selly'), and chatted with her as she drove. I arrived outside the building at 7:50am and, though it was later than the other days, I figured it would be fine since I usually ended up waiting on Ms. Mori to arrive anyways. There were way, way less stares as I made my way inside, though that all changed when I was suddenly stopped in the lobby whilst on my way to reception to see Clara.

    A big, tall man in an all black suit stepped directly in front of me while I was walking. He was pale in a pink way, with grayish blonde hair pulled back into a tight, thin ponytail and he had gold rings on a lot of his fingers. The man looked to be 6'5, maybe taller, and middle aged.

"What's your business here, kid?"

Why does everyone call me that?

    His voice was deep and raspy, but in a smokes-ten-packs-a-day kind of way that made it sound like he would cough up blood if he even attempted to clear his throat. Despite the suspicion in his voice and the surly way he questioned me, I smiled through my discomfort and tried to be polite.

"I work here. I'm Ms. Mori's personal assistant." I explained.

    He took a step forward and I took one back.

"Nice try but Ms. Mori doesn't have an assistant. Now run along and stop trying to cause trouble." He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at me harshly, like it was personal.

    The all black suit had me guessing he was a security guard since it looked just like the one Mr. Lee always wore. A couple people walked into the building from behind me and he didn't even spare them a glance. My smile began to fade and the discomfort grew.

"I actually started on Monday so I guess I'm still pretty new." I laughed, the sound awkward and strained, "I really work here though. I was hired through-"

"Listen, you've already been caught in your little lie so why don't you get the hell out of here before you piss me off."

Again he took a step towards me, though it felt more threatening than the first. I could feel my discomfort twisting, reshaping into something more as the conversation became a confrontation. There were people in the lobby watching the interaction from the corners of their eyes. Little groups of people in suits whispered amongst each other and their stares started to feel embarrassing. Suddenly I remembered where I'd been heading when I first came in and I tried to peer around the guy's shoulder.

"Clara the receptionist knows me. She should be able to..." I trailed off when I saw that the person at the reception desk wasn't Clara. It was the man that'd taken her seat to cover her while she went to lunch on Wednesday and I realized, he and I had never met.