Workplace Secret

"You've got to be kidding me." I groaned nonchalantly, rolling over and hitting my alarm clock( that made dog noises by the way). Seriously, why did dad and I think that was a good idea four years ago? Hopping out of bed, and opening my blinds, I sighed. New York City was a mystery. The city was one of the biggest in the world but yet, I haven't seen half of it.

My dream was to travel the world and visit every country I possibly could. However, my dreams were cut short when I joined the "family business". My family's business consisted of fashion designers and fashion magazine editors. Miles and I literally grew up in the fashion world. Before Miles and I were born, Mom was a fashion designer for the most famous people in the world.

When dad was in his prime, he used to be a model and sometimes he would model for the biggest magazines. He didn't always get front cover. But, he was still a model. When they met, they had an instant connection, and one thing led to another and years went by and they got married and had Miles. Then, four years later, they had me also.

After I was born, mom passed away. The doctors had to cut open her stomach because I was not coming out the natural way. She lost a lot of blood after that and was pronounced dead minutes later. After that, I guess dad wanted Miles and I to continue in the fashion business, and so we did. We enjoyed it,nonetheless. I have no memory of my mom at all. All I have is some pictures of her, dad, and Miles. It made me kind of upset how I had no photos with my own mother. From what I heard from Miles, who knew her for four years, she was really loving and caring and an all around mother basically.

The smell of pancakes somehow traveled its way upstairs, and made its way into my room, snapping me out of my thoughts. Dad always liked to come over and cook me breakfast. Even though I was not a little girl anymore, I was still daddy's little girl.

Making my way downstairs, I spotted dad and Miles already dressed in their work clothes eating breakfast at my kitchen table. Once I picked out my pancakes, I sat down next to Miles and across from dad at the table.

"Look who finally decided to wake up." Miles mumbled, glancing over at me, his hazel almost green eyes matching mine exactly, before biting into his pancake. "Oh shut the hell up. Honestly, this is my house Miles." I rolled my eyes, before stuffing half of a pancake in my mouth, not even bothering to cut it.

"Okay, that's enough." Dad looked up from his food to glare at Miles. "You guys bicker like you're fourteen years old. Miles, you're twenty four, so you better start acting like it." Miles mumbled curse words under his breath and I giggled. Dad raised an eyebrow at me before speaking, "And as for you young lady, you just turned twenty. You're not as grown as you think you are." No one dared speaking after that so we all ate our breakfast in a comfortable silence.

My family was closer than ever. We worked together everyday except for the weekends. However, we still find time to go to each others houses and do normal family things. We may not be as normal as other families just because Miles and I have been wealthy before we've been born. However, it does not always come easy.

After eating breakfast, Miles and dad got a head start at work. They left before I even got ready. After getting ready, and grabbing everything I needed, I walked to the office. The office was only a couple blocks down from my condo. In New York City, you can practically walk anywhere faster than a taxi would drive you.

Once I got to the building, I rode the elevator to my floor. Dad owned the company, so he was on his own floor. Miles was a magazine editor. I was just a designer for different models who came in and out of the office. Later on in the year, there would be a huge fashion show with all of the fashion designers and some of my pieces will be shown which is a huge accomplishment.

Not to my surprise, Melissa, my assistant greeted me. "Hello Miss. Poratti. How are you today? I printed out all of your designs. And-" I interrupted her, "Please call me Shane. We've been through this many times before." She nodded before continuing, "Okay, Shane. As I said before, I printed out all of your designs and made extra copies but I also wanted to inform you that there's a new male model and he'll be your model for the fashion show." I nodded, even though I was a bit confused. My woman's wear was better than my men's wear. However, I did not ask any questions. I went into my actual office sitting in my chair pulling myself into the desk. "Okay, when will he be here?" I questioned.

"He'll be here tomorrow. Be careful working with him though. He is quite the charmer." She winked, before exiting.