I hop out of my taxi in front of a building with a sign that says "WYWUS Satellite." Luckily, most people just think it's an old satellite station or something for NASA. I open the front doors and walk inside.
"Morning Erica." I say passing the secretary.
"Good morning Ms. Price." She responds, not looking up from her computer
I walk past the desk where a machine scans my eyes and my fingerprints; you wouldn't want any trespassers in this building. Once I'm all clear, I walk through to the elevators, where I go up to the top floor; floor number 12. Fortunately, our company's elevators are pretty fast, so we don't have to spend more than a minute even when we go to the top floor. I walk down some hallways and then up to a door with a sign that reads:
128A
Aria Price
Azalea Woods
Wish Fulfillment Managers
I open it and walk inside. I see my best friend -and partner-, Azalea sitting at her desk. The way we have them set up, is that they face each other. The back of our computer monitors touch, and there's no cubicle like walls separating us. That's the way we like it.
"Hey hey!" Azalea says, realizing I walked in.
"Sup!" I say walking in, and heading towards the coffee pot. I pour myself a cup and then add some half-and-half. I grab a bagel from the box on the counter and walk over to my side of the desk and sit down. I take a sip of my coffee. "Has Reynolds come in yet with our task?"
"Not yet, but god if we have to go down to WWE again I'm going to need another bottle of migraine pills. Like the big one, with 200 pills." Azalea answers. I chuckle.
"Yeah, I swear at least once every two weeks at most we have to go down there and convince John Cena and Nikki Bella to show up at blah blah at blah blah and surprise some kid. And it isn't cheap." I groan. I take another sip of my coffee before biting into my bagel, the kind filled with raisins. My favorite.
"Knock knock." I hear Malik Reynolds say as he walks in our office.
"You know there's no point in knocking if you're going to come in anyway." I scold.
"Which is exactly why I do it. Now Azahleea, Aree-ah, here's today's work..." He throws a folder on our desk.
"For the love of god, our names are pronounced Are-ee-ah and Ah-zay-lee-ah. If you say it like that again, we quit." I demand.
"All right, all right." He says shutting his mouth. I go to grab the folder, and I open it up.
"Okay, let's see here... Ashlynn Marie Briar...14 years old, gee that's uncommon.... New Haven Orphanage...New York., ooh yay, no travel." I read.
"Ugh, this can't be good. A fourteen-year-old from an orphanage?" Azalea sighs. I shrug and continue reading.
"This wish was... uh, 10:23pm last night" I pause
"Don't we have a backup of wishes?" I ask Malik, he shrugs
"I thought so, but management had this on my desk instead of in the folder, so it must be important."
I look at him puzzled and continue reading
"She said "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."
"Gee haven't heard that saying in a while," Azalea interrupts. I stare at her -rude-, she doesn't notice and continues . "Quite cliché. Most kids just find a star and say 'oooh I wish for a puppy or ooohhh I wanna meet Justin Bieber.' Ugh, no respect."
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When You Wish Upon A Star
خيال (فانتازيا)Imagine. Imagine that there's a satellite in space, connected to the stars. Now imagine, that the satellite can hear you, and can read your thoughts. It knows everything about you. Every time you wish upon a star, the satellite picks it up. It gets...
