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Angela
I walk towards my new and unrealistically clean white desk, with my white Apple Mac and other black and white stationary placed upon my desk in a straight line. The whole building was black and white, sometimes I found myself feeling dizzy with the lack of colour. My head hung shamefully low as I held the dreadful items in my burning hand.
Along the way back to the St Enroét building - where the Burberry head office was placed, I had created a rather large mind map in the back of my head about how on earth I was supposed to give my boss these..items. However as soon as I had opened the white doors to Burberry I felt like someone had knocked me out causing my mind map to simply be lost in my scrambled brain and I was left thinking she would fire me in embarrassment. However I hoped that maybe this would bring us closer and she could trust me.
When I get the the assistants office, which was just outside the double doors of Eleanor's office. Gulping I sit in my seat, opening my hand to put the items Mr.Dolan had given me on my desk and I mentally gag.
"What did you just have in your hand?" Clarissa, Eleanor's first assistant - I was the second - and my co-worker sat across from me, replying to the many emails which had been sent to Eleanor. She had been planning an event to celebrate the new Autumn magazine, so we had to go through the people's replies to their responses about the invitations.
"It's for Eleanor." I simply say before taking a deep breathe and a large gulp of my coffee before grabbing the items again. I stand from my black office chair and I walk to stand in front of Eleanor's office.
"Right..." Clarissa says with a hint of unsureness in her slightly high pitched voice, however she brushes it off, flipping her short auburn locks off her shoulders and she shakes her fringe.
"Wish me luck." I mutter under my breathe, hoping that Clarissa hadn't heard it, before I gently knock on Eleanor's door.
"Enter." I hear her flat, dry voice from behind the double doors. With one pull of the glass door, I walk through and close it behind me.
"Did you do what I asked?" She says, her head not moving from the rack off clothes her hands are skimming through.
"Yes and als-" I begin to say, what is it with these people interrupting me?!
"I don't need anything else, Angela. I only asked for one thing now hand it to me." Her worn out hands reach open towards me "That is all." She continues and I bite my lip before placing all three items in her hand, then I turn on my heel towards the doors and I wish I could run out of them and die right there.
Before I can clasp my hand around the door handle, I am called back.
"Now why would I want these?" Her eyebrows raise as she holds up the lace panties and used condom and I am now unsure and concerned if they were actually hers. My cheeks instantly go red and I am too embarrassed to look her in the eye.
"Mr.Dolan told me to give them to you."
"Alright." She finally says and her lips pierce in disappointment. Eleanor is only in her late thirties, she's actually turning forty in two years and is already planning her party, however her skin was flawless and she looked like she was only a day older than twenty-five. "I would prefer it if you kept this quite, Angela. You know how rumours spread. Also seeming as it is your first day you will be out of here quicker than I could say useless if you say anything about this." She sounds deathly serious as her long, thin legs walk behind her desk before sitting down, her posture always upright and I deeply gulp before quickly nodding.
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