"Of course Mrs. Jones, I'll get that printed for you immediately." My boss waved me off without saying a word of response, not as if I wasn't used to her callous behavior.
I had a degree to be a journalist yet have never been lucky enough to use that degree, you know to busy running errands for the actual important people of this industry, and who was I kidding, I'm already thirty-two and have worked as an assistant for eleven years, nothing was ever going to change and at this rate I was becoming way to comfortable not existing on the bottom.
Although I knew if the opportunity ever presented its self I'd be a fool not to run with it and go, because for once I'd like to be the one calling the shots instead of the one running to pick up a Zero Calorie Vanilla Soy Latte, every morning at rush hour in the middle of New York City. Don't get me wrong I know my boss doesn't hate me, she always makes sure to manage a small bonus during the holidays, and will occasionally leave a box of donuts for her hundred plus employees, but I guess it's the thought that counts.
It's easy to say that my life is all but average, I live in a studio apartment with a twenty-three year old roommate who I'm pretty sure is trying to kill me in my sleep, although I can't blame her because what young woman would want to live with an old lady who doesn't make enough to live on her own.
It's not that I haven't tried, I guess those bonuses are just not enough to provide a stable income in a city where the cost of living is equal to selling an organ, and there's only so many organs I have left to sell.
Yet there was always the option of going home, but it was no longer a home I was welcomed to and I wasn't willing to go back just to be kicked out again.
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Little Star
Mystery / ThrillerSaying yes was simple enough but what came after was so much more than I had bargained for. I'm one small piece to this much larger puzzle, but you can't finish without the one so you must throw out the rest.
