Ezra Allen - the boss of the leading law firm in the entire country, hires a straight-out-of-college girl, who's just trying to get a job and gain some experience.
Working with her leads to falling for her, but she's his secretary. One work trip l...
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My eyes open to the sun shining in through the window. I couldn't afford good curtains, so I used the ones who were installed when I moved in. They're old, with some stains and yellowed, but they work better than nothing.
I move my covers aside, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. The clock reads 7:17 AM, leaving me another hour, maybe an hour and a half before I have to leave. The office isn't far.
It feels amazing to finally have a job, and I head into the shower before getting dressed, to be as fresh as possible. I wash my hair thoroughly, before getting out and doing my hair for the day. I do a low, neat ponytail, and some light makeup.
I put on some flared pants, along with a black shirt and black jacket. I head into the living room, grabbing one of the salads I prepared, and grab my bag. I put everything I need neatly into it, before looking at the clock again.
It reads 8:30, and I decide I could just head in now. It's better to be early, especially on my first official day. I unlock my door, head out and lock it behind me.
"Morning, Mabel," my neighbor, Annelise, says.
"Morning, Annelise," I say back, with a smile.
"You found a job yet?" she asks, despite it being quite obvious with my attire.
"I did, yeah. Over at Allen Law Firm," I explain.
"That's great honey, I hope it's the right fit for you," she says, smiling at me. "Wait here, let me grab something for you," she says, heading into her apartment.
"You don't have to Annelise, really," I say.
"Nonsense," she comes out with a box of homemade cookies.
"I believe a good job requires sweets, especially on your first day," the old lady says. She doesn't have any family to care for, so she's kind of the grandmother of all of us in the building. "Take them, you can even share them so people will like you. Not that they wouldn't, but they're an icebreaker," she says, handing me the box.
"Thank you Annelise, I owe you one,"
"Never," she finishes with a smile, before heading into her apartment again, locking the door behind her. She's a kind old woman, caring for everyone except herself.
I put the cookies into my bag. I smile to myself, making my way towards the office.
The air around feels clean and light, despite the huge city and countless people driving to work. I notice the building easily.
It stands out against multiple of the surrounding buildings in the city. It's huge, and skyscraper-like. I enter the building, seeing the same receptionist as yesterday.
"Good morning, Miss Daniels, I trust the interview went well?" she asks.
"It did," I say, with a smile.
"I imagine he forgot to hand you this," she says, handing me a keycard. "Just so you can access all rooms, and the cafeteria is free if you scan the card." she explains and I thank her.
I head to the elevators, tapping the button to call for one. The doors ding just as they open and I head inside. I dial '47' on the pad, and the doors close, rushing past the floors until
I reach the top. I exit the elevator, heading towards my desk, in front of Mr. Allen's office. I sit down in the chair, unlocking the computer and logging into my account.
The clock is 8:55, having talked with Annelise taking some of my left over time. I spend the next few minutes looking around the desk, seeing all the things it's equipped with. The clock strikes nine, and I read all my emails that have come through.
'To: Mabel Daniels (Ma.Daniels@AllenLawFirm.com)
From: Michael Andrews (Mi.Andrews@AllenLawFirm.com)
Welcome, Miss Daniels
I hope you'll find our company worthy enough. I wanted to offer you my welcomes, and inform you that I'm on the 43rd floor if you need anything. I'm one of the informants at the company, and if anything is unclear with you, please come see me.
Big or small, nothing is too small or too big.
Kind regards, Michael Andrews.'
One of the emails reads. I email him back, thanking him for the option and that I'll come see him if anything comes up. The phone rings, and I answer it.
"Hello, you're speaking with Mabel at Allen Law Firm," I start.
"Tell Ezra that he needs to take his damn phone!" The woman on the other end yells.
"May I ask what it's regarding?" I ask.
"I'll tell him myself. Say Marjorie's waiting for him to call her the fuck back," she speaks clearly.
"Alright, I'll tell him. Goodbye, and thank you for calling," I say and she hangs up instantly.
"Rude," I mutter under my breath.
"Who's rude?" Mr. Allen asks, just rounding the corner.
"Some woman named Marjorie, telling you to 'fucking call her back' or something. Seems important," I say.
"Block her number." he prompts. "And call the reception, and say she's banned from entering the building. Thought I got rid of her, but apparently not. Full name's Marjorie Cunnings," he finishes.
"Alright I'll call down," I say. With a short nod, he heads into his office, closing the door behind him. Looks like we've got an ex? Maybe a family member he doesn't want contact with?
I tap on the third button on the phone, the speed dial to the reception. "Hi there, this is Miss Daniels on the 47th floor calling. I was instructed to have you ban a woman named Marjorie Cunnings from entering, and calling the building," I explain.
"Alright Miss Daniels, I'll instruct security and have her information listed on all company software," she says.
"Alright, thank you," I say, hanging up the phone, blocking Marjorie's number.
