Love on Air

Chapter IV: That Guy And That Voice

PHOTO OF MISS FISHER ON THE SIDE

Chapter IV: That Guy And That Voice

~ ALEX ~

     I scampered through the corridors looking for the office, still clenching onto my left arm. I misplaced myself in the third floor. My eyes were examining the environment, trying to take out clues. It was so stupid of me that I didn't realized there were fire exit maps near the stairs.

     I scanned over it and studied the location to the president's office. It was just about twelve steps from where I'm standing. Silly me.

     I ran to his door, and nervously knocked on the thin wood.

     "Come in.", the person asked in a soft, lady-like voice.

     Is it just me or did Mr. Wilson suddenly became a fluttering butterfly from his phoenix-like state?

     But the words sank in and it was a signal for me to enter. I took a deep breath and shifted the door.

     I saw a lady dressed formally in a blue polo and a matching trouser with her brown, bouncy hair splitted on each side, resting above her shoulders. She was sitting on the office chair with manners, beaming her pearly whites at me.

     Without hesitation, I spoke, "Good afternoon, I'm looking for Mr. Wilson."

     "I'm sorry, darling. But he is not able to attend his duties today. I'm temporarily assigned to replace him. I'm his secretary. And he'll be back by Monday morning."

     "Oh, good to know. I was just needing to ask him my class schedule."

     "What's your name?"

     "Alexandria Elle Perkins."

     "Right. Let me see. . .", her eyes were strolling down the documents in the file cabinet and her fingers were dancing gracefully through the papers.

     Perkins. Perkins. Perkins.

     She was repeating my last name all over again, like she doesn't know where to find it.

     I was staring at the painting near her when I almost startled as she began to voice out.

     "Aha! Alexandria Elle Perkins. Here you go.", handing me my schedule.

     I gently took it off from her hand to mine. I studied my agenda carefully, and the lady talked as I was reading, balancing my eyes between her and the paper.

     "So, you're taking a broadcasting course. What made you choose it?"

     Okay, I can't tell her that I'm currently working in a radio station that is now known all over Chicago. So . . .

     "I'm an expert in speaking and I'm kind of a socialite when I talk through phones."

     She proudly grinned at me. "Well, I assume that you've already got friends before you came in here. Am I correct?"

     Duh. I'm being bullied, woman. The only friend I have is . . . is myself.

     "Er, kind of.", I stated, avoiding her eyes and looking at the floor, finally found my shoes interesting.

     I gazed back at her again and saw her dreadful abashment. Then I quickly said, "Anyways, thank you so much. I appreciate your service, Miss . . .", I trailed off.

     "Pardon me. I'm Miss Fisher."

     "Well, I send my gratitude to you, Miss Fisher. Thanks again."