Assistant manager- [M.S]

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June 5th

It was our last day in New York. I work up feeling motivated and ready for the day.

New day. New me. New... York?

Today was the first day I actually got to sleep in, i rolled out of bed at about 10:30 and i wasn't concerned about anything. No interviews, no stress. Not until tonight anyway.

Today was the second and final show in New York City. I'm kind of glad we are done here because it was literally not really very exciting.

I open the curtains to reveal the sunlight gleaning in I had convince myself I was going to be a morning person today, although that probably won't last long

I rummage through my open suitcase to find myself some clothing for the day. I needed something to make me feel good, but also something that's suitable for the morbid heat outside. I wasn't planning on going out, maybe I can just sit on my balcony and look pretty.

I sit on the floor next to my suitcase, accepting my fashion defeat, knowing I'll just wear denim shorts and my white shirt with a literal hole in it. That's when I see the shopping bags me and Eve got yesterday.

I stepped the bag almost in a trance, almost like sleeping beauty going towards the spindle.

Okay maybe not that dramatically

I dump the clothes over my bed before analysing the options.

I had two dresses to chose from, or I could look into the two skirts. Is wearing a dress too formal??

I push the dresses to one side, laying out the two skirts. The pleated skirt is calling my name I know it would be to comfortable. But then again, work uniform isn't meant to be cozy. so should i go with the other option? I have a white top I could wear with the other skirt, something simple to compliment the patterns that lay across the fabric.

I tuck the two dresses and pleated skirt back into my suitcase, settling for the pink patterned skirt. I lay out my full outfit for today on the bed before going to the bathroom for a shower.

The towels were neatly folded under the sink, thanks to housekeeping. If this was my bathroom, they would just be shoved in there.

I flip my head over to wrap the towel around my head and i'm suddenly filled with a feeling that i am forgetting something.

I shaved my legs, what else would I forget beside that?

No.

No, no, no.

My fucking clothes are on the bed.

All i have is a towel.

I peek my head outside the bathroom door to see the side of a building through the window that i had left open, revealing my entire hotel room.

You have got to be kidding.

This day was supposed to go great today.

I wrap the towel lightly around myself before looking at myself in the mirror.

"you got this Alyssa" i speak to myself in the reflection. "Just...run. Be fast. it's like the amazing race"

I let out a deep breath before gripping the door handle, getting ready to make my dash to the bed for clothes.

The second the door swings open i sprint to the bed, scooping up the clothes that lay on top of the messy sheets before sprinting back to the bathroom.

It was almost a successful mission until i slammed my foot into the door when i made the turn into the bathroom. The contact sending me to the floor in pain.