Curiosity killed the Cat

3. Higher or lower?

"You ready?"

I heard my best friend speaking to me from the doorway, while I was examining myself in the mirror, pinning my hair in bun, applying some make-up, adding finishing touches.

Today was the day. The day when I would start my internship at the 'Majestic'. The day I would start with my plan to show the world that I was not afraid to stand for myself, to fight against injustice, for the people who didn't deserve it in the first place. I was not afraid of the higher power and those who were considered as one. I always spoke what was on my mind and never backed off on those who counted on me.

So here I was, looking at a confident woman who was staring at me, wasn't showing any nervousness at all, and who looked like she was about to concur the world. On the outside.
But on the inside, there was a whole different story going on.

The truth was....I was nervous as shit. I was going to work for someone who despised my kind, and would do anything to get what he wanted. And I would be in close proximity to his 'highass', snooping around and gathering information about his life. This guy rolled with high level security and probably wired his whole building with bugs and cameras tracking anything suspicious. NO I WAS NOT NERVOUS ABOUT THAT!

I knew that I could get caught in the first ten minutes of my 'work day', but I was not backing away now, not when everything was set in place. Bob had organised everything with his inside source, claiming that there was nothing to worry about.
He said that my time working at the magazine had to be erased, to avoid causing any suspicion. And having bachelor degree in economics, added a plus in my background, because they were looking for fresh-off-the-college faces.

So let's see: I was unemployed, not experienced, and was about to commit some sort of felony, ooh, and the best part was that I didn't own a pair of black heels to go with my outfit. And to top it all, I was semi drunk. So, to put it nicely, I was a wreck. Signing loudly and putting on a brave face, I turned around and answered my friend.

"I am."

"Liar. Do you want to borrow my black heels?"

I signed in relief.

"Yes, please, I thought you'd never ask."

She shooked her head.

"What would you do or be without me?"

"Probably, a homeless hobo. No offense to hobos. Honestly, I would be a mess without you."

"Probably."

"God you're so self-centered."

"I can't help it. I love myself too damn much." She spoke those words while examining herself in the mirror.

"Should I leave the room?"

"No need, you can stay. I don't mind you watching."

"What?"

"What?!"

"Hahaha, I pity the fool who ends up with you." I joked. Angela loved her men, but maaan, she loved herself more.

"Soo...When are you leaving?"

"In ten minutes. Ah, I wish this day would end quickly."

"Me too. It is a torture seeing you like this. You're not your cheerful self. And when you have bad days that reflects on my mode and you know that I don't like that."

"Sorry your highness, I forgot that the world revolves around you."

"How dare you talk to the Queen in that manner?" She patronised in her bad british accent.