That lovely sound of clicking heels on marble, clean floors at 8 in the morning is enough to wake anybody up. Even me, a demon in the morning- much like all these other ladies and gentleman currently sitting across from me smiling fake smiles and having fake conversation. I made no attempt. Why would I? This job is very important to me, I can't have any distractions, my potential boss is enough to last a lifetime.
"Sophia Reynolds?" a very prim, proper, take-no-shit woman around the age of 24 called out in a formal voice.
"Oh! Good luck Soph!" a Raven haired beauty spoke out.
"Oh gosh! Thanks!" a pink dip-dyed Blondie said as she smoothed out her maroon skirt and followed the 24 year old down to a door.
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Around 8:34, Blondie opened the wood door she had retreated behind looking ever so confident. I had expected the Raven haired girl to say something, but alas, she did not, and looked up briefly, and then returned typing away on her iPhone. In a manner of minutes, 24 year old returned.
"Aubrey Handler?"
Excitement stirred in my stomach. "Uh, yeah, that's me!" I quickly got up smoothing out my skirt and following behind 24 year old, who at this point had opened the large mahogany doors.
"My name is Hannah. I'm Mr. Reynolds' secretary. Do you have your resume on you?" She said in what seemed like one breath.
Wow. Very professional and she certainly did not take any shit.
"Uh, yes, I do!" I said, fishing it out of my shoulder bag.
I held it out to her only to have her push it anyway. "Oh no, it's not for me sweetie, it's for Mr. Reynolds." she spoke with a condescendingly sweet smile.
Sweetie? C'mon. I'm the exact same age as her, presuming she is 24. I don't exactly appreciate the condescending nature. I smiled back at her anyway. If I get this job- when I get this job- I'll have to see her around anyway. Don't be fooled, I won't be taking any of her shit, but I'd rather put her in her place after I got the job, and not risk anything before.
Without another word, Hannah knocked on another mahogany door. We both heard a faint response of some sort. I figured it was a "come in." Hannah opened the door, and with a deep breath, I walked in.
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Romance"I'm not here to fight with you- I'm here to return the phone." I said with spite. As I tossed the phone on his table, I turned to leave. When I heard the roll out of the wheels of Brent's chair, I knew it was time to haul-ass out of there. Suddenl...
