I stood in line behind the counter. The young couple in front of me took forever
trying to book a room last minute. The woman looked was fussing at her son
who looked about two and was screaming at the top of his lungs. The man was
equally aggravated and had a vain popping out on his wrinkled forehead.
FOCUS! I thought. A job. I was here to apply for a job. But looking right now, a
job here didn't look so glamorous as it did on the commercials. But this was the
best I had. I was an eighteen year old on my first year of college in New York,
and was flat broke. Well not exactly. See, the thing is my parents are loaded.
I'm talking about eight story mansion loaded. But they cut me off after I
decided to go to Colombia College in New York with my boyfriend instead of
Harvard. Little did I know that only three weeks after my money supply was
gone Scott would crash his car slip into a comma that he might never wake up
out of- "May I help you?" the front desk lady asked. I was so caught up in my
thought that I hadn't realized the couple was gone and we were the only ones
left in the lobby. The woman looked about in her Mid forties and was chewing
what looked like a huge wad of bubble gum. She held a loose bun on her head
wand was wearing red lipstick. Her eyes were bored, but held a caring motherly
look in them. Not that I would know what a caring mother was like. I thought
to myself bitterly. Squaring my shoulders I replied "Hello, my name is Natalie
Bishops, and I would like to apply for a job." Her eyes traveled me up and down
and I stood perfectly still, being careful not to flinch. "License?" She asked. I
pulled out my wallet and reached inside for my license. As I handed it to her, I
realized a picture of my and my parents was stuck to it. Once she saw the
photo, her eyes widened in shock. "Bishops as in Bishops Real Estate, Bishops
Air Lines, And the Bishops Mega Mall?" Her tone was unbelieving. "Yes "I
stammered. "Her look of shock turned into a wide grin. "When can you start?"
Two minutes later I find my self being measured by a girl named Melanie, Mel
for short. She was tall and curvy with a killer tan and a friendly grin. After the
measuring she handed my a uniform : Tight white blouse, Short black skirt, Red
fishnets, and a pair of comfy flats. "You start tomorrow at four." She added as
we were walking out of the door. Just as I was about to reply , Was really
knocked of my feet, and before I knew it I was in the arms of a stranger. Make
that a hot stranger. He was tall and muscular. His face was cleanly shaven and
surrounded his devilish grin. His Eyes were Obsidian black and alluring, but
there was something else different about him, something I just couldn't place
at the moment. I found myself starring into the black pools for what felt like
hours until I finally came to my senses. "Sorry!" I blurted out wiggling out of his
arms. He let out a dark chuckle. "No problem." he responded. As i got to my
feet I found the woman he was with glaring at me. She looked like one of those
models on the cover of Victoria's Secret: Tall , Blonde, and Busty. Therefore: If
he was into girls like that he was out of my league. I sighed and walked away
with Mel. Well, there goes another one. Still, my curiosity got the best of me.
"Who was that?" I asked Mel. She giggled. "Bryce Nichols, big time player , and
one of our regulars." she said in an admiring voice. "You'll be seeing him daily."
she added. Daily? I thought. May be this job had just gotten a little more
interesting.
