Yes, this book used to be called "Assitant Izzy". Yes I changed the whole book for absolutely no reason. Yes I changed the female character to a Darkskin black women, I was tired of writing about dark hair with silver eyes knowing I look nothing lik...
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"You're gonna wear a crop top to your first day of work?" Star asks while we walk around the mall looking for perfume, makeup, and hello kitty donuts.
"They don't have a dress code," I respond.
"But still... do they allow piercings?" She queried.
"I don't think they will care if I have a belly button piercing or even a nose piercing even my smiley. It's just metal on my body no different than tattoos that I'm sure grown millionaire men have plenty of." I slightly roll my eyes at her dumb questions.
"But won't it look unprofessional?" She asks.
"All they would see is my nose and ear piercings. It's not like they're gonna kiss me or something." I laugh, she's taking it too seriously. "If anything, they had a problem with my piercings I could always take them out and stick a clear pick in them so the holes won't close up. Plus it's not like I'm going to be with them every day all day, I'm surely bound for some days off." I inform her, she shrugs and continues walking.
Even though I don't want it to affect me it somehow still does and I decide on wearing a sweater to my 'first' day of work. Even if I'm only going to get a piece of paper I guess I should still cover up to not jeopardize my job.
Once I get dropped back home I run as fast as I can up the stairs, because I know not to trust that godforsaken elevator.
I drive through the busy city staring at all the bright and tall buildings. My fingers gingerly tap the steering wheel in an attempt to calm down my anxiety. I don't know why I'm so nervous it's not like I'm not prepared. I have my entire meal planned down to the bone.
I zoned out so deep I didn't even realize I was sitting in the parking lot. By the time, I must've only been sitting for at most 2 minutes.
My lash started to lift but I had no time to fix it. Putting on sunglasses would look stupid it's New York nobody needs sunglasses and who wears sunglasses inside? I decide on just taking them both off feeling incomplete without them.
"Woo okay." I whisper to myself before opening the door to the 14 story glass building. The exterior was lovely but bleak, that's okay though because the inside blew my mind. To the normal eye it looked like any normal business building but the inside- it looked like a fucking mansion.
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People were everywhere- walking back and forth to the elevator, sitting down while having coffee, having meetings, waiting in lounge chairs or walking to the bathroom they all looked busy someway.
In the smack middle, the receptionist desk was placed. A beautiful brown haired lady sent a small smile my way when I walked up to her.
"Good afternoon, my name is Amanda Gallagher. May I ask your name and reason to be here?" She chirps, not sounding anything like a typical receptionist- she sounded like she loved her job.
