He's Mine

The Interview or not...

Crying. That's all I hear every morning. Can't she shut up? My sister Ashley broke up with her boyfriend weeks ago but is still crying. She dumped him because she thought he was cheating on her, he was, but, now all she wants is him back because it's almost Valentine's Day. Pathetic. Thank God I don't have a boyfriend. They are to much work. I have a plan for my life and boys don't enter it for a while. I just want to get this internship at the law firm.
I just started my second year at Harvard Law and I can't pass one of my classes if I don't get this internship. I have the interview today at 11 it's 8 in the morning and I have so much to do.
I get in the shower and wash my nutmeg hair. Once I'm clean I put on my lucky underwear, I wore them the day I had my Harvard interview, and get dressed. My parents live twenty minutes from school so I live here on weekends and breaks. I leave at 10, since the house is 45 minutes away,so that I can get there early and ready myself.
Once I arrive I check in with the receptionist and she ushers me to a conference room with one other person. He's cute. He's probably 5'11" which is quite tall compared to my 5'2" frame. He has real short light brown hair and blue eyes that remind me of the water in Nassau in The Bahamas. When I enter he looks up and I swear he gasps.
I'm not that pretty. I have brown hair that is perfectly wavy. I have a round face but, these blue green eyes that as I have been told are captivating. Also I'm not fat but I'm not skinny either. I'm happy with myself.
"Hey, I'm Mark" he greets me.
" Hi, Amber. Are you interviewing for the internship as well?" I ask.
"No I was told I got the internship" he said looking confused.
Before I could speak someone entered the room. "Hello, Mark and Amber, we have decided to take both of you on as interns. You will be working side by side with one another on cold cases. Follow me" he told us. I was so happy I got the internship I almost missed when he said to follow him.
We went to the basement and there were, what felt like, millions of case boxes. We walked along turning left here or right there. Finally we came to an open area with two desks pushed together. "Choose a desk and sit" he commanded.
We both sat down and Mark asked the man what his name was. "Oh! Did I not say? I'm sorry! Today has been hectic we just got the case for the guy who murdered his sister. But my name is Ken.
"What I need from both of you is to go through one case at a time and make digital copies of all the documents. It's long tedious work. You'll be here every other day from 9AM-3PM. Here is my personal number call if you have questions" he handed me a piece of paper. "I also set up to have lunch brought to you guys every day. I think that's all. Enjoy I'll be back down around 2 to talk about today" and with that he left us.