Disguise♔ z.m

One

Nora's P.O.V

Rushing through the grande and elite double glass doors, I slid and fall forwards, landing flat on my face that has already been destroyed enough. By destroyed enough, I meant that I was not the prettiest girl on the block. Usually being the up-tight Nora, I landed a job here, at Harvey's Enterprises. This was a reasonable job that I did not think twice about. It had all the benefits a single girl of age twenty-three could ever want.

I moved away from my parents at the age of eighteen because living with them was a sort of hell you can never get out off. They controlled my life in every bit, so I decided to move away as far as I could. I ended up in London, with only little money in my bank account which led me to get a job and study in my university simultaneously. I always longed for the independence my parents never gave me, so now that I have it, I regret every moment. Slightly looking up, I see my papers scattered all around me as well as my suit case torn open. I mentally curse myself for being this clumsy.

"This is the worst day ever.." I mutter, thumping my forehead against the cold tiled floor. On a second thought, thumping my head on a floor that definitely costs much more than my life is better than thumping my head on some cheap sort of floor, therefore, money buys happiness. Only when I am about to cuss out loud, I feel a hand land on my shoulder. I immediately jerk my shoulder away, not bothering to look up at the person and face my shame. Perks of being clumsy Nora Jones.

"Can I offer you my help?" The voice was rather calm and slightly high pitched. Every nerve hidden within my body was already at its very top, but I did need a hand if I ever wanted to make it to the twentieth floor on time.

"Yes please." I swallow, and gather up my senses in order not to cry. I was sensitive towards everything, so I suppose that is where my parents took advantage of me.

The person kneels down and begins to gather the plain sheet of papers. From the corner of my eye, I realized it was a girl who actually offered me a hand.

Of course it was girl! Guys don't have calm and high pitched voices!

I go back to picking up my sheet of papers. Once successfully gathering the papers that were set in front of me, I carefully put them into my suitcase, huffing from time to time.

"Here." The voice finally gives me the opportunity to look at that person, quenching the endless curiosity that was crawling all over my skin. Our eyes meet, and I could see the beautifully drawn rings of her irises colored with slightly dark hazel pigments that constantly kept changing to darker shades. Her hair, quite wavy for a matter, was kept on her chest, the sides of her hair carefully pinned at the sides of her head. She had prominent cheek bones that actually made her face features look rather manly. I mentally shrug, but shrug off those thoughts since she had a bigger potential of being prettier than me.

"Thank you so much," I say and take the handful of papers from her. She kindly smiles as I put in the papers into my suitcase. I manage to somehow lock the suitcase to keep it from falling. Getting up, I fix my pleated skirt properly that was just an inch over my knees. This skirt is the longest skirt I suppose the current generation wears. As I thought earlier, I am the up-tight Nora Jones who has the lack of dressing skills. Basically, I had no sense in anything, but I was quite content in what I wear since clothes are made for comfort or am I wrong?

I pick the suitcase from the floor and look back at the black haired girl who had obviously been watching every move of mine.

"Nora." I extend my hand, nearly dropping the suitcase once more. The girl opposite me grabs it before it even hits the ground. She currently saved me from being late, so I have no idea of how to thank her enough.

"Thank you, once more," I slightly laugh.

"You should have a better hold over that." She says and laughs lowly as well." Veronica." She now extends her hand first, and listening to what she said, I hold my suitcase tightly with one hand, and shake hers with my vacant hand. The handshake was short and firm because we both obviously had to go our ways.

"Nice meeting you, Veronica. You actually saved me from a lot of things today. Only when I thought a sunny day will go fine."

"This might not be your luckiest day," she purses her fully red lips as she flutters her thick and long eye lashes. She uses tons of make-up, unlike I who had a face of a walking zombie that doesn't even know what make-up is. My hair was always kept in a tight bun, because I always preferred it that way. I grew up doing the same boring hairstyle, so instead of it being a routine, it turned into a hobby.

"Right about that," I nod and awkwardly look at the ground. Not only am I ashamed of my clumsiness, but I am definitely losing my self esteem.

"You work here?" Her question makes me pop my head upwards.

"Technically yes." I keep on looking at her face." First day."

"Sounds exciting. Should I show you to the elevator?"

"Please." I plead and I follow her as her big pumps clink against the floor, her small handbag hanging over her arm. Walking behind her, I realized she was wearing a black pencil skirt that was tightly pressed against her lower body, enhancing her skinny figure. She had no shape or bum to be honest. Her shirt was a blue chiffon through which you could see her light bra, but it wasn't obvious if you didn't really pay attention. Trying to pull away from looking at Veronica, I begin to look at my environment. On the ceilings were massive crystal chandelier that perfectly fit the grey and white wallpapers. We walk pass the dark mahogany desk that had a girl sitting behind it. She had blonde hair and was perfectly born with breasts, unlike I who hardly managed to get a full B cup. I hated being Nora Jones who only wore clothes that hardly showed off any skin. Finally reaching the elevator, Veronica hits the metal button that had an upward arrow drawn. Once it operates, a light green ring appears around the button, notifying us that the elevator- metal tiny box- is coming down.

The long doors open as it lands down, exposing its inner mirrors that extended from the ceiling of the elevator to the ground. Was I not only awed about the people that worked here, but I was as well awed by the surroundings. I definitely don't belong here. Veronica goes in, without saying a word. I immediately follow and the metal doors shut close, the low music beginning to play as Veronica is about to press the button.

"What floor?" She asks. She was quiet, I understood that the minute she offered me her help, but she looked quite mysterious. She was the type who hardly spoke. Or I might be wrong..

"Twentieth."

"You will be working with me then!" She speaks happily, swaying her head to the music and pressing the button that had number Twenty etched on it. At least I might have Veronica as my first friend?

"That sounds good to be honest. I hardly believe I would bond with anyone here.." I murmur and look down, drowning myself in my flaws.

Flaw number one: I had no sort of shape

Flaw number two: I judged everyone and everything even though I am the worst human being born to earth.

Flaw number three: My hair had no volume and I hardly had any body a man would want

I have tons of flaws, but right now is not the right time to overthink them. Number Twenty flashes on the head of the door, making me inhale sharply.

"Ready?" Veronica asks me.

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I am so excited towards this! You can't even believe it.

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