After Hours

Chapter 6- Start mopping

I hopped excitedly inside the kitchen in front of my dad who was flipping pancakes.
"So, how do I look?" I asked spinning around.
Dad smiled in awe. "You look very beautiful honey."
I stared proudly down on my image. I was wearing a black jacket suit, black skirt- which seems a little short at a inch above my knee, and white shoes with a cute black bow on the top.

My smile faded. "I do think this skirt is kinda short though."

"Its fine." Dad frowns rolling his eyes. "You looks stunning." He winks turning back to the stove.

"Here you go baby girl." Dad said handing me my breakfast. Pancakes with chocolate syrup and a mug of hot chocolate.
"Thanks dad." I smiled. I start eating my breakfast. Carefully. Not wanting to soil my best dress.

"Good luck my sweet angel." Dad hugged me proudly at the doorway.
"Thanks daddy." I whispered releasing from his tight hug.
I was  halfway down the hall when dad shouted, "break  a leg!"
"I will!" I shouted back.

I closed my eyes and did a silent prayer with both my fingers crossed.
I hope I do.
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I glanced up a the everlastingly high skyscraper in front of me.
McKnight's Global.
I take a deep breath in and out I nervously walked inside the building, with my fingers crossed.

I gasped as I glanced around the huge and spacious and luxurious  lobby. I observed the room. Every crevice and corner. It was a master piece. Well designed and decorated. I don't know much about interior designing but I can bet the guy who design  this lobby makes a fortune. Its breath taking and clean- I mean spotless. The cleaners here really know how to do their work.

I slowly walked up to  the reception desk. She was talking on her head phone thingy. So I'd  have to wait a little.
She's about five years older than me. She has a slim figure. She's pretty and her dark hair was wrapped perfectly.

After talking on the phone, she finally noticed my appearance.

"Hi." I smiled.
"Who are you?" She asked annoyed as she eyed my appearance from head to toe and then snicker. As if I'm wearing something illegal. I awkwardly check to see if nothing is wrong with what I'm wearing, but I'm perfectly fine.

"Um... I'm Kerry Vikander." I said nervously.

She checked something on her computer for a second.

"Oh. You're supposed to work with Mrs. Francis. Second floor." She said pointing to the elevator.

I hopped on the empty elevator and press the second floor button. I hate elevators. They makes my stomach drops at times. I stood in the far corner as I watched the door close slowly.
within seconds, I was on the second floor.  I let out a long sigh of relief.

I slowly walked to the reception desk at the front. An older lady in a glasses smiled warmly at me.
"Hi, I'm here to see Mrs. Francis." I smiled pleasantly  at her.

"She's expecting you in her office." She replied.
I lightly  push the door of her office and stepped inside. Its nothing like I imagined. It's just a normal office, but seems cozy.
I wonder what my office looks like. I like this place already. Its really fancy and the people her looks like a Mill.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard the door slam shut behind me. I quickly turn around in fright.

"You're the new girl." She scuffs eyeing me up and down.
She must be Mrs. Francis.
Ugh! I hate being the new girl.

She gave me the dirty look the lobby receptionist gave me.

Why  do everyone I encounter with looks like a cartoon character?
Mrs. Francis  have a slight resemblance of Madam-
Um.... Madam, I can't remember her name.  The French lady in Madagascar three. You know the one who was eager to catch Alex. Yes...  animal control. Yeah. Just like her.

I'm afraid of this woman already. She looks so... eerie.
"I- I'm Kerry Vikander." I stuttered nervously.

"I know who you are." She shot back at me, annoyed. "You're thirty seconds late."
Really?? I'm thirty seconds late lady. Not five days!...

"I- I am?" I asked glancing at my watch. "Um, I mean I'm sorry." I quickly replied as I noticed Mrs. Francis growl. "It won't happen again."

"Make sure it doesn't. If there's anything  I like best, it's firing people. Now, follow me!" She said grumpily.
Damn, this lady is one serious heifer.

I quietly followed behind her as she exited her office. She's probably taking me to mine. I wanna squeal and jump in  exhilaration.

"Lateness is forbidden in this company. You should always be on time, finish your work on time. Always do what the others told you to do- without a frown or complain. And if I ever see you and you're not working, I'll fire you." She threatens.
This woman scare my guts out. Literally.
I widen my eyes intimidated. "Y- yes mam."

I followed her as she made a left turn down a hallway. There aren't many doors here. At the end of the hall, there was a blue door. Along the way, there we're mops and buckets. At the looks of this place, it seems like we're heading to the cleaning quarters.

"Mam, are we heading the right way?" I asked inquisitively.
She ignored my question and pushed open the door.
A locker room???
What am I? A freaking janitor now?
Disarray takes fully control of me as my heart beats faster along my rib cage.

"You must change here. Your uniform is in your locker. #54." She eagerly stated.

"Wait, what?! Change?" I almost yelled in confusion as my head starts to spin.
Ignoring my confusion and questions, she continued. "You must mop the third floor thoroughly. I will inspect them after you're finish. Now start mopping! Chop chop!" She clapped exiting the locker room.
I stood after her in total shock.
START MOPPING???