The Strangest Things Happen to Me

Chapter 3: On the Job

Chapter 3

The next day she went over to her friends house. She knocked on the door to her apartment and her friend opened the door. “Hey, Sara,” Veronica greeted her friend. “Can I talk to you?”

“Sure,” Sara said letting Veronica walk in. “What did you wanna talk about?” Sara asked she flopped on the couch.

Veronica calmly sat down and sighed. “I think I'm in love,” she told her friend.

Sara sat up. “Oh my gosh, with who?” she asked getting excited.

Veronica shrugged. “I don't know,” she said.

“Come on,” Sara said. “Don't play games, just tell me.”

“I seriously don't know,” she told her. “All I know is he is... a super guy.”

Sara sighed. “I'm sure he's super, but like what does he look like?”

“No, like literally a super guy,” Veronica told her. “He's a superhero, I think. His name is Captain America.”

Sara started to laugh. “Captain America?” she asked. “What a stupid super hero name.”

“It's not stupid,” Veronica defended her crush. “It's patriotic.”

“Does he wear spandex?” Sara asked.

“Maybe,” Veronica muttered.

Sara just started laughing like crazy, which kind of hurt Veronica. She then rolled her eyes and got up from the couch. “Where you going?” Sara asked.

“Going home,” Veronica answered.

“Okay, you go have your fun with Captain America,” Sara said still laughing.

Veronica walked out and closed the door behind her. She then started to walk home all frustrated. While she was walking, she remembered she had work today. So she quickly ran to the Daily Bugle and ran in the building. “Am I late?” she asked the receptionist.

She nodded not even looking up from her computer. Veronica then ran up the stairs, skipping the elevator, and into Peter's office. “How late am I?” she asked him.

“Pretty late,” he answered. “Just be glad Mr. Jameson didn't notice yet.” Veronica nodded. “Come sit down,” Peter told her.

Veronica pulled out a chair and sat down. “Have you ever heard of Spider-Man?” he asked her randomly.

“I think so,” she said. “He's the guy in the red suit, right?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, I think he's like the coolest.”

Veronica shrugged. “I guess, but I think the coolest is Captain America.”

Peter was taken aback. “Who?” he asked. “Never heard of him. Spider-Man is, and always will be, the coolest person ever.”

“Whatever you say,” she said looking around. “Do you have anything for me to do today?”

Peter handed her some papers. “Choose which story you want to cover,” he told her.

Veronica looked at each of the three stories. One was about a murder, one was about flowers, and the other about how Oscorp was growing into a bigger corporation.

“Let's see,” she said. “I don't really want to work on a murder case, flowers are boring, so guess I'll have to do the one about that organization.”

Peter nodded. “Okay,” he said handing her a piece of paper. “There you go. Good luck on the story. And this time you should bring a notebook to write a little caption for the picture.”

“Got it,” she said. “Thanks, I'll be back soon.”

* * *

Veronica arrived at a very tall building with letters spelling out Oscorp on the side. Veronica walked inside and went to the front desk. “Hello, how may I help you?” the lady asked at the front desk.

“Um, I was wondering if I could speak to Mr. Osborne, please,” she told her.

“Mr. Osborne?” she asked. “I think he's in a meeting right now, I'm sorry.”

“It's fine,” Veronica said.

“Why did you need him?” the lady asked.

Veronica showed the lady her camera. “For the Daily Bugle,” she told her.

“Oh, then he... just got out of a meeting,” the lady said turning a shade of pink. “He's up in his office on the top floor before the rooftop.”

Veronica nodded. “Thank you,” she said as she walked away. She then entered the elevator and went up. She walked to a room and saw a man sitting there.

“Are you Mr. Osborne?” Veronica asked.

“I am, who are you?” he asked.

“I'm Veronica Sanders,” she answered. “I work for the Daily Bugle, I'm here to do a story on you.”

Mr. Osborne looked at her. “What type of story?” he asked.

“Well, I was supposed to have someone come with me to write the story, but I guess they canceled on me,” Veronica told him. “So I have to do this by myself.”

“Okay, but what is the story about?” he asked.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “It's about how your business is growing.”

Mr. Osborne nodded. “It's doing great,” he answered.

“Is that all your going to say?” Veronica asked.

“You're very pretty,” he told her.

Veronica blushed. “Thank you,” she replied.

Mr. Osborne looked at her again. “How old are you?” he asked her.

“Twenty-two,” she answered awkwardly.

“Would you like to meet my son?” he asked. “He's eighteen, but very good looking I promise you.”

“Sure,” she said.

“Harry!” Mr. Osborne called.

“Yes, dad?” a boy asked as he came through the door.

Mr. Osborne cleared his throat. “Harry, this is Veronica,” he introduced them. “Veronica, this is Harry.”

Veronica nodded feeling very awkward. “Hello,” she said with a little wave.

“Hi,” Harry replied. He then gave his dad a look. “Dad, did you set me up with someone again? I told you not to do that.”

“No,” Veronica answered before Mr. Osborne could. “I'm here for the Daily Bugle.”

“The Daily Bugle?” Harry asked. Veronica nodded. “My friend works there. His names Peter Parker.”

Veronica nodded. “Yeah, we work together,” she told him.

“You work with Mr. Parker?” Mr. Osborne asked. Veronica nodded. “You watch out for him, he's trouble.”

Veronica shook her head. “No, he's really nice,” she told him.

“Harry,” Mr. Osborne called his son again. “How about you two go to dinner.”

Harry shook his head. “No, I don't want you to do that to this poor girl,” he told his father. “I feel bad enough that you called me in here to discuss this.”

“Just go with her,” Mr. Osborne told Harry sternly. “Go.”

Harry sighed and turned to Veronica, who was sitting in a chair listening to everything. “Would you like to go to dinner with me?” he asked her.

“Sure,” Veronica answered.

Harry then helped Veronica up from her chair and led her downstairs. And they walked to dinner.