Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter (2)

Crazy Little Thing Called Love- (2)

When I woke it had seemed I had fallen asleep at my computer, and my back ached. "Oh dear lord!" I exclaimed, looking at the time. It was 8:30 and I needed to be at the Lilydale Sun at 9:15. I hurried into the bathroom and took a brief shower. "What am I going to wear to work today?" I asked myself, I would have usually set out clothing for myself the night before but I had gotten so concentrated on my writing I must have forgot.

"I shall wear this." I had chosen out a white long sleeved, silk shirt and a knee high light brown belted skirt, I buttoned up the shirt and got rid of a little bit of lint sticking to it, and tucked it in under the skirt. Then I quickly rushed to the bathroom and placed my hair into a bun.

"I cannot forget my stachel!" I said as I was about to walk out the door. I quickly grabbed it and hurried down the stairs, my heels making an awful lot of noise as I walked down them.

"Are you going to be late Miss Clarke?" Liam had asked me as I hopped into the cab.

"Do not be ridiculous Liam! I am never late, it just seemed my body felt like sleeping for a while longer." I replied, sighing. I would not be late for work today, it would put my schedule completely out of shape. Then I would not get the amount of work I would like to get done, then I would not be able to have my satisfactory coffee which I enjoyed deerly.

"Miss Clarke!" Liam had snapped me out of my thoughts.

"What is wrong Liam?" I asked, motioning my head towards him.

"We're at the Lilydale Sun, thats meaning you needs to get out." I breathed heavily out my nose in absolute frustration, Liam knew I hated improper sentencing, and I do believe I told him so yesterday.

"Thank you Liam." I muttered. "I will be seeing you this afternoon at 4:30pm?" he grunted, I assumed it was his way of saying yes, I hopped out of the cab and placed my satchel over my shoulder, I took a glance at the building before me, here was like my second home, only I could be myself in both places and I need not worry about new people.

"Good moring Miss Clarke!" Mr Graciez greeted, I smiled and walked into the wonderful workplace. Not many people were at work yet, only a few people who stay most of the night to get their work done. People like that must set a time frame for themselve, then they wouldn't be staying up all night to finish one article.

"Hello Emily, impressive work on the crash article yesterday." Mr Smith, the manager of the Lilydale Sun stated, with a flat tone of voice I might add.

"Why thank you Mr Smith, it is good to see you so happy to be here this fine morning!" I replied, smiling and walking towards my station. I placed my stachel onto the right side of my desk and pulled out my laptop, a notepad and a pen and my favourite heart shaped coffee mug. I put the pen on the notepad on an angle next to the latop and the coffee mug was placed on a napkin, on the left hand side of the computer.

"Morning Emily, you have a new assignment."  Lillian, the lady that working opposite to me, notified, I smiled cautiously at her. She did not like me, for reasons I did not quite understand.

"Why thank you Lillan! And what would this assignment be?" I asked.

"A two page article on the money crisis at Hilton's Donut Factory." I sighed, they were always giving me the dull jobs, the only remotely non boring article I was chosen to write was about the car accident.

"Thank you Lillian, I'm sure I will love writing this article" I stated, taking the piece of paper with the information about the crisis on it. I read over it quickly and bean typing.

'Panic in the Hilton Donut Factory' I wrote, smiling to myself. It was quite a silly article to write about but we had to be very professional about it; it was a serious matter when writing articles. I shall give myself to hours to write this article.

"Excuse me?" I heard someone ask, I turned around to see a very confused male standing before me with paper sticking everywhere out of his folder.

"Can I help you?" I asked, to be blunt, I was quite annoyed someone had interrupted me, but I couldn't be so rude and send him away, the poor thing probably walked into the wrong building and needed to find directions to somewhere else.

"Yes, I'm a new journalist at the Lilydale Sun and I've been assigned a desk but I don't know exactly where to find it. Do you mind helping me?" he asked, I turned around and typed his name into the system, there was all the assigned desk numbers and the names along with it.

"You're in C26." I said to him, suddenly realising that C26 was the desk directly next to mine. Oh dear! I wonder if this man would understand the way I work? Most people have caught on that I don't like to be interrupted, but William Seller had the nerve to do so!

"Thank you.. Um, I didn't catch your name." he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"Clarke, Emily Clarke." I replied, turning around back to face my laptop, now where did I leave off? That's right, crisis has stuck the donut factory late yesterday evening...

"Thanks Miss Clarke." he mumbled, throwing his items onto the desk. Did this boy have no organisation skills at all? Who would just let their things fall all over a rectangular table? Someone would have to teach him organisation, and it certainly was not going to be me, I had too much work to do.

"Would you be able to tell me where the little boys room is? I really need to go." he suddenly asked me, I sighed heavily.

"The bathroom is down the hall to the left." I replied, not looking up from my laptop.

"Cheers!" he exclaimed, running away. I rolled my eyes, I wished he would just leave me be to do my work. I would not get this article done if I did not work, then the achievement would not have been completed. "Thanks for that Miss Clarke, I've been busting to go all morning, I'm William Seller by the way." he said, taking his place back at his desk.

"Lovely, thank you for kindly sharing that with me William Seller." I replied.

"What am I supposed to do now? And you can call me Will by the way, none of this proper William Seller mumbo jumbo" he then asked, my lord William Seller, will you not leave me alone? And I do not know whether you have noticed, but I am very proper, now please, for my sake, stop trying to make conversation with me.

"You shall go ask Mr Smith what you have been assigned, he is sitting over near the carousel of books." I said, he walked away.

"Now could I please get some work done?" I muttered quietly to myself. I began typing again and within seconds William Seller was back and asking more absurd questions.

"Do you know where the coffee machine is?"

"Where do I print my article off to?"

"When's lunch?"

My head felt as if it was going to explode, I had only gotten a paragraph done of this article and it had been two hours. It seems as though I will not be getting my celebritoury coffee once I got home, I would just have to write more articles to perfect my writing. This had no doubt, been the longest day of my career.