chapter 2.
"Dolores, get your ass up."
"No," I groaned into the plush white comforter.
"C'mon Lo, we don't have all day," A bit of rasp layered her voice
from years of smoking as a teen.
"Cuddle with me," I smirked knowing she'd give in.
"Fine," I grinned. "Only for a few minutes."
Her smooth arms wrapped around my waist as I buried my head in her shoulder. Our breaths moved in sync. As she breathed out I breathed in. It was something I always did; it seemed to comfort me. Her steady heartbeat lulled me back into a light slumber. What seemed like seconds turned into minutes. I knew I had to get up but her warm body stopped me from doing so.
"Shit Lo, you're going to be late," the girl jumped out of bed.
"Calm down, it will be fine Maggie," I got out of bed, stripped myself, and hopped into the shower. The hot water scorched my body, but it woke me up so I didn't turn it down. Once done with my shower I picked out the only pair of not ripped jeans I own and a shirt that covered mostly everything.
I got into the old, beat up Jeep Wrangler that my father gave me. The rain pounded down onto the hood of my car drowning the radio out. The drive to the giant building was fortunately short so I arrived with a couple minutes to spare. My small hands pushed the highest number on the elevator as my nerves began to grow. The elevator stopped at level seventeen and a man with long dark hair got in. He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't quite figure out from where or when. His head snapped toward me, almost like he could feel me staring at him. I removed my gaze and focused on the numbers above the elevator.
"Where are you headed to?" The boy asked.
"Fifty-five," I replied not wanting to make further conversation.
"Ah, are you here for the job interview?" I nodded my head in response. "I'll show you where to go it can be a bit confusing."
We arrived at the highest floor and he got out first. I followed the green-eyed boy around a few hallways until we reached a door labeled "White". I let out a deep sigh and opened the doors. I turned to thank the boy but he was already sitting at a desk and typing.
"You must be Ms. Roberts," A tall and handsome man spoke. He looked around the age of forty.
"Yes, I am," I shook his hand and gave me a friendly smile.
"I'm Mr. White, but I'm sure you already knew that," he winked at me and motioned for me to follow him into his office. The white marble floors shined and the contrast of the grey walls made the space look larger than it really was. I sat down in the white chair in front of his desk as he sat down across from me.
"So Ms. Roberts," he began. " You seem like a very educated girl." He was looking through my resume as my fingers anxiously tapped on my knee. He smiled every now and then or nodded his head in approval. "Have you ever been an assistant of any sort before?"
"No sir, but I saw this opportunity and I took it," He nodded his head. We went over a few more questions before he stood up and shook my hand.
"We will be in touch Ms. Roberts, have a good day," I left the office and made my way back to the elevator.
"So how was it?" A voice asked from behind me.
"Good, I think," I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.
"That's good," He smiled and continued to type. "Hope to see you around."
