When An Accident Prone No One Runs Into A Celebrity There Will Be Chaos...

Chapter 4

I don’t think I’ve ever been up this early it’s not natural.

Emmie rushes around me buzzing on her morning coffee, humming happily as she packs her lunch. That’s definitely not natural. How can anybody be so perky this early in the morning? It’s about six o’clock. While Emmie is practically skipping around the kitchen, I’m slumped over the table slowly sipping my tea all the while sinking down lower and lower in my seat as my eyes droop.

“Izzie…, Izzie sweetie, there is no point asking me to wake you up early if you are just going to go back to sleep again.” But all I hear is a series of mumble-type noises.

“Mmmhmmm,” I manage to say as my form of a reply before falling back into a sleep with my eyes closed.

“Izzie!” That drags me reluctantly out of my slumber.

“Huh?” What?” I say while sitting bolt upright, a little bit disorientated. I snap my eyes open and regain my bearings; I’d almost fallen asleep there.

“You’re the one who told me to get you up this early.” I sink back down and rest my head back down on the table… this is going to be a really long day…

“IZZIE! WAKE UP!”

Eventually I manage to stay awake long enough to get ready, so somehow I arrive outside Chelsea’s office on time. I take a deep breath because from the outside it looks a pretty intimidating place. Hundreds of stories of sparkling glass looming over me just reminding me that my appearance (scuffed high heels and flyaway hair,) is a pathetic attempt compared to the pristine, sharp and snappy suits that everyone else around me is wearing. I clutch my pad of paper and pen then, trying to look as corporate and professional as possible, I walk through the doors.

“I’m here to see Miss. Moon,” I explain to the receptionist in my best serious tone. She looks at me from behind her designer specs perched haughtily on the edge of her noise.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asks sharply.

“No…, but I’ll only be quick.” Clearly this wasn’t the right answer as she looks at me like I’m a complete and utter idiot.

“I’m afraid that is irrelevant, if you don’t have an appointment then you won’t be able to see her until you have made one.” This is clearly a sentence she has said over and over again by the way the words dully roll off her tongue.

“Please, this is important. Can you ring her and say Izzie Emerson is here?” She looks at me as if to say ‘not another pushy one again. How am long am I going to have to deal with her?’ She sighs and then decides to answer me.

“I will try if you want but I assure you it will be very unlikely to secure you an appointment.” She picks up her phone with annoyance and rolls away on her chair.

A while later she comes wheeling back on her with a look of contempt.

“Miss. Moon will see you now,” she mutters clearly hating admitting that she was wrong and I was right.

“Thank you,” I smile triumphantly, happy with my success over the miserable receptionist. That was until I ‘oh-so-professionally’ sent my pen and paper clattering to the floor, forcing me to scrabble around on my knees collecting back all my stuff. As I pull myself to my feet the receptionist looks at me mockingly. Well you can’t win them all can you?

I make my way to Chelsea’s office embarrassment free luckily.

“Hello Izzie, what can I do for you?” Chelsea greets me as I walk through her door. She’s a lot more friendly when she isn’t trying to get you to sign a contract isn’t she?