50 shades of bieber

First Day

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring the basic iphone marimba ringtone. I turned my head and looked at my phone, 7:28. What an odd time I set my alarm for. I got up and grabbed a towel to take a shower. My shower was very modern, shower head emitting water from the ceiling, wood detailing. Just your average, um, bathroom?
After my shower I get ready and throw a hot pocket in the microwave and a coffee cup into my Keurig. After taking one last look in the mirror I take a look at my outfit. Dark grey sleeved body con dress with a black belt, Navy blazer and black heels. Bag in one hand coffee in other. I was ready to go.
I walked out the elevator to the parking garage where my mother thankfully dropped off my car with her Husband Max, they married when I was 11 and were inseparable since then. My mother's name was Annie and my father's was Emilio, they separated when I was 7. They don't talk much but aren't strangers either.
On the drive to the office I played my favorite everyday playlist that consisted mostly of old school classics and todays artists. I arrived to the office at 8:10, 5 minutes early. When I parked my car I got a nervous feeling like as of I was about to take a huge exam. So many questions began to flood my subconscious, "Who's my boss?", "What if I get fired?", ".. can I handle it?" Finally I reached the front desk and checked in.
"Hi, may I help you?" the receptionist asked. The receptionist was an African American man who was beautiful, seemed about early to mid twenties.
"Yes, I'm here for my internship for uhh-"
"Oh yes, miss Greene. Just take the elevator up to the 28th floor and make a turn to the first office to your left." He said giving me a bland smile.
I nodded in gratitude and made my way to the elevator. Anticipation ate me away as I traveled up 28 flights. When the elevator opened, confidence kicked in. My subconscious put on two stripes of black across my cheeks, game time. I turned the corner and approached a half opaque half translucent office. Brace yourself. I knocked on the door and heard a strong young manly voice say "come in". I opened the door to reveal the back of a chair facing the grand window that surrounded the whole back of the office over looking the city's far horizon. I took a slow over view of the office, many shades of pale grey and red, hmm what an odd combo. On the far left held a long bookshelf full of books and other novelties. On the right were pictures and awards. Before I got a chance to look closely at the photos the mysterious voice spoke again.
"Well, what is it?" he said.
"Oh, um I'm Angelene, your new assistant." I replied. And to that he swiftly turned around revealing himself. Justin Bieber?!?
"Justin Bieber?" I said shocked. "W-w-what are you doing here? Are you my boss?"
He emitted a slight chuckle," Yes, surprised are we?"
I stood wide-eyed. "What are you doing here working as a chief? Don't you have career to pursue?" I said almost rudely.
He had his shoe propped on his knee and his left fingers framed his face. He lifted his right eyebrow and amuse seemed to have flood his eyes. "Well, Miss I-know-everything, every summer since I was 18, I work for my uncle who is the CEO of the company. So I suggest we get serious, yes?"
I cleared my throat and gave him a quick nod.
"So what's my first task?" I asked.
He smirked and looked me up and down, "Let's get aquatinted with each other first, shall we?" he said making a motion to a circular chair in front of him.
I slowly sat down and felt odd, am I dreaming? What is this. I must take control of this situation. I crossed my arms and legs and leaned back into my chair.
"So, Mr. Bieber, what do you want to know?" I asked.
"The basics, who are you?" he said playing the last word with his tongue.
"Well, my name is Angelene Greene, I'm 21 years old, I'm uh 25% Irish 25% Colombian an
50% Venezuelan. I moved here from my sorority at NYU, my major is medicine and yeah." I practically gave him the first page of my autobiography. "And you?"
"Well, my name is Justin Bieber, I am also 21, I'm also Irish, a bit of German and Scottish, but in general, Canadian. I live in LA but spend my summers here, as you can see."
I couldn't help but emit a smile at his response. Looking up close to him he's actually, really cute.
"Well I guess that's enough interviewing for today, so let's see what I have in store for you." He said looking down at his desk with his fingers entangled in front of him. He stood up from his desk and pondered for second. Then suddenly he said, "Shall we get started?"