Reality Bites Me

Powerless

"Oh shit!" I said as I slammed my fork into my plate.

"That is no way to behave at a breakfast table Sam." Momoa said as she wiped the kitchen countertop, "What is it anyway?"

"I can't believe I forgot again!" I said holding my forehead, "Yesterday I was supposed to ask Ethan why he hired Jess and me."

"What do you mean sweetie? Shouldn't you be feeling a sense of gratitude towards the man instead of doubting him like a nagging wife?"

"I am thankful momoa. It's just that nobody hires two amateur journalists to run a column in their magazine."

"Well then maybe he liked the way you two presented yourself that evening and thought you would be good for the job. It is a magazine after all, it's all about the look." Momoa said as she walked over to me, "Besides you two did graduate as journalists."

"Maybe you're right." I said as I poked my fork into the bacon on my plate, "But something about it still bothers me."

"Forget about it and just finish your breakfast. You have a long day today." Momoa said.

***************************************************

I honked through the Manhattan traffic as I came across the usual careless drivers. The ones that really got on my last nerve were the ones who would honk at me from behind after just a fraction of a second of the traffic light turning green.

"I swear to God that I will make you wait there until the light turns red again." I would mumble to myself, "You better not ruin my mood for my first day at work."

I parked my car opposite to the 'Golden Edges' building fully aware that the building had a parking lot but chose not to park my Ford in there because I wasn't completely aware of the company regulations yet.

I was greeted by the man at the ground floor reception before I got into the elevator. I had carried a box full of supplies that I would require for my job. Fixing my appearance in the mirror, I noticed how something as simple as a plain black tank top and a pair of black pants can be made to look stylishly formal by just putting on a new white blazer and a few simple accessories.

It was 7:30 which meant that I was a half hour early. Most of the cubicles were empty, including the one Jess was soon to occupy.

"Hey! Aren't you a bit early girl?" Quetta greeted me as I unpacked my box.

"Good morning. I just wanted to get a head start at arranging my things. Isn't it early for you too?"

"I wish girl. I'm having one of'em bad morningswhere I need to come in early so I can have enough time to submit my report. So where's your friend?"

"She isn't here yet so I'm assuming that she's still getting ready."

"They're all the same you know? Them rich folk. They think they own it all. Rabidus, the rapper has just been sentenced to about twelve years in prison for violating a whole bunch of laws at the same time."

"You're kidding! I love his music. By the way, how did you know that Jess is rich?"

"Being in my profession, that's how. I had a chat with her and let me tell you that it wasn't a decent one. I couldn't help but unleash my sarcasm on her pesky remarks about my hair. No offence child, but you need to choose your friends real wisely." She said.

"She's just a little rough sometimes. But you'll eventually get used to her and then just accept her as she is."

"I hope I do for her sake, but I doubt it. You met Serpent Seraphina yet?" I smirked at her choice of words and started to like her a little more now even though she condemned my best friend a few moments ago.