Lindsay's Point Of View
The glass doors to my office were opened and I peeked over my rather large computer. Alyssa, my trainee, walked in with a brown paper bag. Parts of it were darker than the original color, and I smiled warmly at her. Handing her the stack of assignments that needed to be done, my fingers opened the bag and the bagel soon reached my mouth. The taste lingered on my tongue after I was done while I yearned for another one.
Double checking my emails, I made a quick reminder to schedule a photo shoot next week. Some unknown models were coming in, and I was assigned to take the pictures. Plus make a journal entry on their behalf. This wasn't unusual for me. This happened at least once, maybe twice a month. Nothing new.
Scanning through the remainder papers that I had kept to myself, I overlooked my new magazine cover. It was by far my least favroite, the way they had me sitting was uncomfortable enough. My hair felt like it came from the musical Hairspray. Yes, even though I have lived in London for quite some time, I had gotten used to the American ways and life. It was far more interesting than what I expected.
A favorite thing of mine to do in New York was attending broadway shows. They were such a piece of art, and the voices of the characters were truly inspiring. Even big successful stars today wouldn't be able what they could do in years.
My first month of getting used to this state, I made an appearance at a broadway show. I, of course, did not want to attend but having no choice I did. The rest of the night was memorable. Phantom of the Opera was playing in the theatre, and tears were always leaking over my face. Two people with a compassion of love towards each other, though forced to be apart. And then the rest of that night was spent eating ice cream and crying over movies. It reminded me so much of what Zayn and I used to have.
And now he was smooching someone elses lips instead of my own. It shouldn't bother me as much as it should, but it does. At least I have another man in my life who I can love another time. He's so good to me, and any time I'm with him, Zayn is never on my mind. He makes me feel at piece. The way is tousled brown hair covers his forehead, and his blue eyes sparkle down at my own. Seeing the way his eyes light up when he talks to me warms my heart, and I already know he's going to be mine for quite sometime now.
Glancing out of my office, an envelope in my hands, I escorted my way to the mail room where this small package would be delivered to LA in less than two weeks. All pictures had to be properly checked by the head mistress or whatever you call her. She's my boss, and I've never met her face to face. My co-workers say she's a living nightmare, so I usually just take my chances in staying in the office. Over the phone she seems pretty nice, but who am I to judge a person by their voice?
Once this is sent back to my desk, the next few days it goes through the processing of becoming a magazine cover and bam. This will be in every store you could think of. It's nice how business works.
People were busy running around frantically in the mail room, wads of paper faling out of stacks everywhere. Orginization was key, I thought while sliding the sealed message into my slot. Three weeks, then a new topic would come up. Mrs. Boss, that's what I call her, spoke to me just yesterday telling me that the models will be arriving either tomorrow or Wednesday. Hopefully tomorrow. The sooner they get here the sooner they leave, and that's all I ever think. It always gives me more time to think.
My eyes wandered to the glass windows, looking at all of the buildings. Across the way, other employees from a different business were doing their job. The sun shined off of the irror looking windows and it turned to flames. The beauty of nature.
"Miss Haise, you're needed at the front desk." The intercom said just above me. I groaned and forced my feet down two flights of stairs to where I was needed. What could this be about? Maybe I didn't have anything going on, but that didn't mean I was willing to do just anything. Who am I kidding, it was probably just a phone call. That could've be transfered to my office? Okay, stop assuming things.
Taking step after step, a man with his back to me was standing there where I was supposed to be. Stopping my shoes next to him, I tapped the counter and smiled at the lady,"You needed me?"
Clicking the end of her pen, she handed me another stack of papers,"Yes, this man is the models security guard. He just wanted to run a few things by you before they come tomorrow."
Sighing, I stuffed the few papers under my arm balancing on my right leg,"Next time, just send them straigh to my office." Turning towards the large man, who was wearing all black, I spoke,"If you please follow me." He was behind my trail when I heard his feet start to incline on the steps. His breathing heavied a little once we reached our destination. Some security guard.
Spinning my chair around, noticing that he already took a seat across from me, I made a few modifications with my desk. Deciding on not looking at the papers until they arrived tomorrow. Tonight, I wanted my mind focusing on my boyfriend. He always stressed about me, worrying if I was working to hard. Time to take some of that weight off of his shoulders.
"I'm Miss Haise, but call me Lindsay." He had short brown hair, and he seemed to be in his mid thirties. A golden wedding ring wrapped around his fourth finger and it made me happy that he had found the love of his life.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Paul Higgins. I just wanted to warn you about-"
Stopping him, I placed my hands up,"Everything will be fine, I can assure you. I've dealt with all types before. Nothing new."
Paul shrugged,"These boys are very energetic and slightly crazy. I just wanted to let you know they want you to be comfortable with their outgoing characteristic."
Male models? Not only was I enjoying this, but I'm sure other paying customers would be too,"That's fine. Again, nothing to worry about." The time on my computer said 3 o'clock, and I stood up about to gather my things,"If you'll excuse me, it's my time to leave. Pleasure meeting you. I'll see you and the boys here tomorrow, perferably nine in the morning."
He rubbed the back of his neck,"Could we maybe do noon? The boys aren't too fond of waking up early."
Zipping up my purse, I spun my heel to face him,"I'm sorry, but I can make no exceptions. Either the boys work to my schedule or their is none."
He nodded stiffly, murmuring an okay. Slugging the purse over my shoulder, I tucked the papers into my cabinets, so they would be waiting for me in the morning. My shoulder brushed against him, and I saw in the glass that he relaxed. Usual clients were always like this, always tense when they spoke to me. I was glad I had that quality.
Work out of the way? Check. Next stop, I had a date to get ready for.
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~A/N~
Sorry this is sort of going slow, but I want this story to have as many chapters possible. I'm basically ust thinking of ideas as I go along. You'll find out who the boyfriend is in the next chapter hopefully!
Good news, I made the soccer team in my high school! I get to play on the JV and varsity team as well! I'm only a freshman and I've only been playing for about a year or two. I'm just so happy.
Who do you think those male models are? Maybe European models, those boys are HOT. Like, god damn. Why don't boys at my school ever look like that.
To the side is what her magazine cover looks like, but instead of it saying Dakota Fanning just think of it saying Lindsay Haise! Thanks! xD
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