Management is a Bitch

Chapter 11

Madelyn's point of view

Yesterday I directly left the Quick and went to the gym. I tried exercising but trying to do cardio after eating a hamburger isn't really a good idea. I nearly threw up in the bathroom and had to leave the gym. So that's how I ended this morning in my bed, having slept only five hours (the rest of the night was spent watching tv shows) and eating some skittles.

Right now I'm walking to Andrea's office, regretting I hadn't stayed at the gym or ate junk food yesterday. I arrive in front of the building, the name of the company Grace and co. was written in a bold font. I take a breath and push the door, the place looks so organised, cleaned, the only colour used for the furniture is white and some brown wood. It looks cold; Like Andrea's heart.

I take the elevator and go straight to the 17th floor, the building has 19 of them. I think the higher your office is, the more you're important in the company, or at least that's what I've understood. It's why I was kind of surprised when Andrea moved directly from the 14th floor to the 17th. It was exactly 9 month after I had signed a contract with her, I noticed by the way she dressed she had gained a lot of money. Because of me? Probably not. I just know she had persuaded another very well know management company to sign a contract with Grace and co. She also mentally changed a lot, she wanted me to go more often to the gym than before, eat healthier, she was kind of controlling my life. Unfortunately, as we've seen today, it didn't really work.

I finally arrive in front of the door of her office, take a deep breath and knock on the door.

"Come in" I hear Andrea's voice and open the door. She's seating on her leather chair, wearing her glasses and reading typing something on her computer. Next to her is a small girl who looks terrified. She's small but she still looks 18 years old.

"Nina you know what to do. Same for you Madelyn" Andrea says. I see the scale and take off my clothes. Nina takes a tape measure and measures the size of my waist and thighs and writes it down on a paper. I know this paper, there's written my name, age and size on it and some blanks are left to write down my weight and waist and thighs size. She motions me to step on the scale. I try breathing out all of the air in my body and step on the scale, hoping the fact I don't have any air left in my body will make me weight less.

I don't dare to look at how much I weight, I just stare at the girl named Nina note down on the paper how much I weight. I look at Andrea, she looks very concentrated on something and isn't paying any attention to me.

Nina gives the paper to Andrea. I seat on a chair and wait for Andrea's reaction. She takes the paper but doesn't look at it and continues typing something on her computer. She finally turns off her computer and reads what is written on the paper. She frowns, for some reason she looks stressed rather than angry.

"Madelyn?" She speaks

"..yes?" I avoid eye contact

"Can you explain me what does this",she points at the paper, "mean?"

"Well I'm pretty sure you know how to read English" That was definitely not the time to be sarcastic.

Andrea stands up, "No no this wasn't supposed to happen"

I frown. "This can't happen okay? You have to loose weight Madelyn right now" She continues and takes her phone out of her pocket.

"What are you doing?" I ask

"I'm calling a personal trainer and a dietitian. You're on a serious diet and you're going to loose at least 15 pounds in a week"

"In a week?! Are you crazy?"