Veronica (not zarry)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Stepping out of Brooke's office I looked around. What was I supposed to do now? I walked over and there were people working. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around and I was met with a petite girl with curly hair up in a pony tail. She had red glasses and she was sporting a skirt and a pink top. She was hot. But in a nerd kind of way.

"Hi. I'm Angela." she held her hand out. I shook it. "You must be Veronica. I'll show you to your office."

"I have an office? Already?" she chuckled at my surprise.

"Yes. Brooke likes treating her assistants with at most respect. Now if you'll follow me." she turned around and led the way. I little doors to the left and there was an office with the sign 'Assistant'.

Angela opened the door. "Make yourself comfortable. This is all yours now." I stepped in. It was a big office but smaller compared to Brooke's. I was happy none the less.

"Wow." I said and sat behind the oak desk. I had my own MacBook. Angela stood there taking in my surprise, obviously enjoying it. "This is amazing."

"Well you're one lucky bitch." she said and we both laughed together. "I'll leave you to settle now." she left the cabin closing the door behind her.

I folded my hands behind my head and tried to pull my legs on top of the table. No such luck. I was wearing a skirt. I sighed in defeat and let my legs stay on the ground.

I searched around for a switch to on the MacBook. The intercom on my desk went off. "Hello?"

"Veronica this is Brooke. Come in my cabin please." she instructed. I muttered an okay and hung up. I got up straightening my skirt and made sure my wig was okay. I was starting to behave more and more like a girl. Is it weird?

I went straight to Brooke's office. I passed many unknown faces. I had to make friends here. I knocked this time and stepped in after hearing a 'come in'.

"You called?" i asked as she was rummaging through books on the shelf behind her desk. Her back was to me.

"Yeah. We have to go to the ninth floor. Harry's shoot is going on for the next issue of our magazine. But I can't find my file!" she whined as she bent down, looking through her drawers. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She was wearing a tight black skirt and a black top. Her navy blue blazer was at the back of her chair. While she was bending down I found myself choking out her ass. She had a nice ass.

"Ah found it!" she held the pink file waving it around, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Let's go." she pulled on her blazer and took her file.

She walked towards me and frowned. "What?" I asked.

"Don't you have a note pad?"

"No why?"

"That's what assistants usually carry. In case they forget what I tell them." she bit her lip as she frowned.

"Well I have my phone. I can put reminders on it. Good enough?"

Her face lit up. "Sure."

I have been around Brooke only for about one hour and she gives off such a happy vibe. Smiling at everything, getting happy at the smallest of things.

We headed out of the office and went straight to the elevators. "Remind me to introduce you to the others later." she said as the elavator doors closed in front of us. Brooke rocked back on forth on her heels while she pressed the ninth floor.

"You know Veronica I envy you." she stated staring down at her nails.

"Why?" it seemed absurd that she would envy me. I'm a guy dressed as a girl for heaven's sake. I looked pretty but not as pretty as her or any other girl working here.

"You're like so tall. I mean, you must be what? Like six foot. I'm wearing heels and I'm still five feet eleven." she glanced at my flats. "Haw! You aren't even wearing heels!" she complained. "I always wanted to be tall."

"You're tall enough for a girl." I said blankly. Whats with women always wanting what the other have?

"But I bet you're so tall you can easily kiss guys. How many guys have you kissed?" she asked abruptly.

None really. How was I supposed to answer that? Brooke talked. A lot. I never knew that. She seemed like a straight-to-the-buisiness kind of girl. Luckily the elavator doors opened and we stepped out.

The floor was mostly dim. There was a hoard of people ahead. Some were behind cameras while others were holding white lights. In front of all the commotion in the middle where there were lights was a guy wearing a black shirt and black jeans. He furrowed his eye brows and looked seductively ahead and a guy clicked a picture.

"That's right Harry! That's how you do it!" Brooke shouted as she made her way through the crowd. People moved to the side giving her way. I struggled to keep up with her.

"Ah! Brooke Smith! How are you baby?" he asked as he pulled her into hug.

"I'm good." she pulled back as she stared at him for a good five seconds. The way she looked at him. It seemed like she had more than a crush on him. His hands were around her waist while hers rested against his chest.

"Where are the curlies? They get the girlies remember?" Brooke asked running a hand through his hair.

"The stylist thought it was time for a change. Bedsides I was getting bored as well." he smiled, his dimples popping out. He let go of her at last and Brooke said something about liking his curls better.

"Oh and this is Veronica." Brooke said as she suddenly remembered that I was standing behind her.

"Hi. I'm Harry." he said stepping in front of me and shaking my hand. "And where had you hidden such a sexy assistant Brooke?" he asked Brooke but winked at me.

I fought the nerve of snorting in disgust. I've never had guys hit on me. This is weird. Really weird. I gave him a forced smile. "Nice to meet you Harry."

"You to Veronica. I'll see you around." he winked yet again and turned back to his photo shoot.

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A/N

i came from school and saw so mamy votes and comments. thnx guys so i updated

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