Ups and Downs

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The sun light made me squint as I turned away from the light, trying to sleep longer. Pulling the pillow over my head to block the light, I preceded to fall asleep, succeeding only for a little bit before my eyes flew open as I remembered what I had to do today. I threw the pillow away, no caring where it landed before I jumped out of bed like a girl on fire and flung the closet door open. Scanning the lines of clothes, I quickly grabbed a white dress shirt and jeans along with black ankle boots. I quickly flew them on and looked at the clock. It was 8:30, surely I could still get there in time. I told myself before I flew to my dresser window and took in my dark bed head, tan skin and green eyes before I grabbed a brush and earrings as I flew to the adjacent bathroom for a shower.

Once I was sure I was ready and my hair was dry, I picked up my purse that was hanging on the back of my chair before I looked at the messy bed, dresser, desk and closet that made my room, before I mentally checked myself to clean it up once I had returned. Running out of my room, and into the living room that was connected to the kitchen by a low wall. I told myself that I was skipping breakfeast as my feet unconsciously moved towards the cabinets. I turned myself away before I opened the door into the bright sunshine. Grabbing my car keys, on a hook near the door, I stepped into the outside world, closing the door behind me and closing it. I walked around the corner into the parking lot behind my apartment before I spotted my old, reliable blue classic mustang shining in the sun. Smiling, I walked towards the car and unlocked it before I turned the key and begin to ride away.

  Driving down the busy street, I leaned against the leather seats clearing my head as I focused on driving. My heart beat faster at the thought of the instructions I had been given to look for Mr. Callaghan. Stopping in front of the Callaghan enterprises, a towering, building with clear glass for walls. Locking the car behind me, I calmed down my breathing before I parked the car, glanced at myself in the mirror making sure I looked okay. I frowned at my appearance, there was no way that I could be called beautiful with my deep set dark green eyes, wavy black hair and tan skin. I sighed looking at the piece of paper I had clipped above me.

In cursive, the note read to look beautiful. I sighed before I put on my best smile and got out of the car, closed the door and locked it before I walked towards the tower.

I entered the building observing its expensive leather chairs, and clean blue floors before I took a step towards the desk where a pretty woman sat, obviously busy. "Excuse me."

The woman looked up a look of surprise plastered across her face before she covered her surprise with a smile.

"I am here for an appointment with Mr. Callaghan."

"Let me check." She said with the slight hint of an Indian accent. With a few moments of clicking as her fingers flew across the keyboard behind her desk.

Taking a moment, I observed my surroundings. A janitor was pushing a yellow cart towards a elevator while a man sat facing me reading a newspaper. There was really no sign that the building was busy today except if the floors above were different.

"Ms. Red, Mr. Callaghan is waiting for you on the 31st floor." She said smiling as she pointed to an elevator on the other side of the room that was parallel to the elevator that the janitor had used.

"Thank you, Ms.-" I looked down at her name plate, "Faye have a nice day."

"You too." She called, smiling at being acknowledged. I pushed the arrow going up before I walked inside the elevator ready to meet the famous Mr. Callaghan that I had heard so much about.   

Listening to the annoying elevator music, I looked around the small once again glass elevator noticing a small camera in the corner. I smiled widely at the camera just as the elevator door opened to a hallway much like the one down stairs with the same carpet but that's where the similarities ended. Rows and Rows of offices were lined up until at the very end, a glass office sat where a figure stood with his back towards me.