diana. †
"Are you mad?!"
That's the question my mother would've asked if she was here. And the answer to that is, yes. I am surely insane. I've gone mad. Eleven hours is sick. It is a very long drive especially for someone who hardly knew driving. I really have to rethink my life choices next time.
I gazed outside the window and grievously shifted from my seat as the big bold letters that read VOGUE greeted my line of vision. This is it then. I grasped for air and held my leather brown knapsack with my sweaty hand, frowning at how light it was under my touch. Do you reckon that I ran out of time packing?
Well, no. Perhaps, I just didn't have the spirit to take everything and leave. That is extremely selfish. And that'll make the betrayal toward my mom all the worse. They're not my property. Not anymore.
After I locked my car doors, I proceeded to the building. It was quite large; large enough to fit in. The nearer I get, the more I have the urge to dash away and hit my head on something hard so maybe I could realize what I've been doing. This isn't a simple choice; it's something huge for me.
As I pass through the revolving glass door, I feel nauseated. I might be crazy after all; stealing Greg's car instead of taking the plane and drive all the way to New York from North Carolina for this. Mom would kill me. Thank goodness I am nowhere near Hogwarts world or she would've sent me a howler.
"Hello!" A cheery voice greeted me once I reached the reception area. That was the girl standing by the table, dressed in ravishing loose red dress that falls above her knees. A wide smile was covering her dark red shaded lips.
Bloody hell. Hot.
"You must be Miss Jones." She gladly spoke before I could even say a word.
Feeling slightly nervous, I accepted her handshake. "Uh please, just Diana."
"Very well then, Diana. Mr. Simon is expecting you in his office now. 23rd floor, turn left, first room." She nodded her head to the elevator. Then added, "But I can accompany you." I would say no but she already bid the receptionist a goodbye. I know she'd insist.
We walked in silence towards the elevator with the sound of her four-inch black Louis Vuitton heels clattering on the marble tiles loudly. Her dirty blonde curly locks that falls just by her elbow sways freely as her body moves. I wonder if she's one of the models. She's fucking hot.
It made me feel insecure about myself in a moment of time.
Her charisma led me into thinking why I grew up like this. Plainly cheap; what a pity.
"I'm Emma by the way." She said. "I didn't expect I'd come to live this day. To see you, Diana. I hardly believe I'm working with you because blimey that is awesome!"
"You're working with me?" I repeated, surprised. "But I thought-"
Emma chuckled and playfully slapped me on the shoulder. "You thought I was one of the girls? Hah, everybody thinks of that too. Same as you girl! I thought you are a model too. When Sir Simon announced that you're arriving, everybody became pretty excited. A lot more when I was told we'll be partners! How awesome, right?"
I awkwardly laughed and cocked my head to the side. Uncle Simon must have talked about me a lot. I'm his favorite niece, according to him three years ago. "How come everybody's excited?"
"You're kinda famous."
Just then, with a 'ding', the elevator doors parted and we finally walked out. Just as what she instructed me, we turned left. Then we stopped before a particular door which happens to have the plaque of Uncle Simon's name. Simon Philip Jones, CEO. Brilliant.
