“Sydney! Sydney!” Is all I hear as I scurry down the hall to get to Randall’s office. Sometimes working for one of the biggest talent agencies is unbearable. Randall is more like a warden than a boss, I can barely get through a day without telling him off. My heels come to a clicking stop as I reach the door but instead of coming face to face with a door, I run into Marcel.
“Oh! Oh. Sorry Sydney.” He whispers under his breath and makes a break for it behind me. I stare off at him. Poor guy. I think. Not only is Marcel my coworker, he’s also my best friend. But at work he tries to keep himself busy to get his mind off of the endless tormenting from Randall and the rest of his rich buddies. Me on the other hand, they know not to mess with me.
I strut into the office, setting down the fresh cup of Starbucks and bagel on the desk in front of him.
“It’s about time!” He says raising his voice.
“Well maybe if you hadn’t hired perverted goons that like to mess with me on the first floor, we wouldn’t have this problem, Randall.” I snap back.
He pauses from taking a sip from his coffee, looking at me over the rim of his glasses. “I’ll look into that Sydney. I apologize.”
I give him a sweet smile, knowing he’s rough but has good morals behind everything he does. “Thanks. Do you need anything else?”
“Yes actually-“ He shuffles around his desk until he comes up with a file. “Work on this with Marcel. I don’t think he understands todays pop culture as well as you do.”
I smirk taking the file. Marcel, the marketing guy. He confided in me once that the only reason why he took this job was because he thought he would be helping businesses, not the rich and famous. I open the file a bit and glance through it. One Direction. One of the biggest boy bands in the world. Something I’ve worked with before, the boys and their managers are always here. Their plans now consist of a huge 3D movie. Not like they need the money or anything.
“We’ll get right on this.” I say to Randall, and turn to leave.
I head out the door, and back down the hall to find Marcel. I turn to the left, finding him erratically shuffling through papers to show the boys of One Direction. I’m confused to why exactly they’re here so soon. I quicken my pace to make sure Marcel doesn’t say anything weird. He forgets what exactly he’s saying when he gets nervous.
“Marcel!” I say putting my arm around his shoulder hoping to get him to drop the papers. “Hi boys.” I say directing it to the four boy band members. “Come with me, I’ll take you to Randall.” They all follow me down the hall, I can already tell a few of them are looking me up and down, wanting to throw a few pickup lines at me. I walk faster until we get to the door when I let them in. I ask if they need anything, they all say no, and I move on my way.
I walk back around to find Marcel leaned up against his desk deep in thought.
“Hey cutie.” I say pinching his sweater vest and smiling sweetly at him. I’ve been throwing cute little confidence boosters at him for three years and he still gets nervous.
He grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls it away. “It’s hot. Isn’t it hot? I think it’s a bit humid.” He says nervously. He walks around to sit at his desk to get away from me.
I laugh, then sit up on his desk. I’m picking lint off of my red dress when Marcel catches my attention. He’s staring off into the distance to where I had just taken the one direction boys.
“What is it?” I laugh.
He pushes his glasses back up to his face. “I was just thinking of how cool it would be to be in a boy band. What if they’re looking for a fifth member!? I could even have a stage name! Like instead of Marcel I could go by my middle name! Harry! Harry Styles. That has a great ring to it, yeah?”
