One-Shots | Wlw

"Good luck."

Part 2:

I had been running late because of the long queue at the coffee shop, so I was rushing down the hall to get everyone their coffee before the meeting started. I was almost there, though; the meeting room was right around the corner. I checked the time on my watch; I would be on time. This was great.

I slowed down my steps a bit to not seem out of breath when I arrived and to calm myself down before entering the room. This was an important meeting and I wanted to make a good first impression, unlike I did with the interviewer when applying here. I was honestly incredibly surprised when I got the call but all the more thankful for the opportunity.

I let out a deep breath before rounding the corner and—

"Fucks sake. Watch where you're going, you dimwit!" A too familiar-sounding voice screamed at me. It couldn't be.

In front of me stood my interviewer who I had dodged in the last possible second, fighting not to drop the coffee I was still holding. "Please don't drop the coffee, Ebba," I begged myself internally. After finally stabilising the coffee in the cup holder I turned toward the woman to apologise again. "My apologies, I did not see you," I spoke quietly, feeling beyond embarrassed. "Clearly," she spat, and without hesitating she continued, "I expect a written apology including ways you'll correct this behaviour on my desk by the end of the day since you do not seem to be learning your lesson. Now move. I've got a thousand better things to do than waste my time talking to you." She turned to leave while I was too astonished to move for a second when I remembered that she had never told me her name.

"Wait!" I called out. "I never got your name and I'll need to know who to address my apology letter to," I said, cracking a small smile because I genuinely couldn't take this situation and demand seriously. "Do you think this is funny, Ms. Jones?" She raised her voice once again. "No, no, not at all," I quickly stopped smiling. She just shrugged me off, "Isabel Mayhem. You have until 7:30 tonight." With that she finally walked away, her heels clicking against the floor.

My eyes trailed over her figure while watching her leave. She looked just as good as I had remembered her and the name. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Yet she was quite rude whenever I met her, it was a shame. If she was a bit nicer and had I met her at a bar I would've definitely tried to flirt with her and take her home afterward.

Isabel Mayhem. The name was all I thought about for a few seconds.

Why did the name sound so familiar? I shrugged it off, straightening out my clothes before finally entering the meeting room.

♤

The meeting went exceptional. I brought in a few good ideas and got a good in-depth learning experience of what my future job could look like. I was worn out though, the day had been long and I wasn't done yet. I still needed to write my apology letter to Ms. Meanie Mayhem.

I let out a dramatically loud sigh when sitting down at my desk. It was 6:50 pm already, so I needed to get started on writing this apology sooner than later.

♤

I finished the letter in a short amount of time, deciding that instead of sending it by E-Mail I would print it out, sign it, and leave it on her desk for her. I had already printed and signed the letter. The only thing left to do was to find out where her office was.

"Hey Clara, I need to drop something off at Ms. Mayhem's desk. Can you tell me where to go?" I asked my newly found friend and co-worker Clara. "Oh needing to drop something off at the boss's office so soon? You've been here for four weeks, typically interns only get to do assignments for her after at least two months." My thoughts halted for a moment as she said that.