False Pretenses

Chapter 8

Song: I Knew You Were Trouble - Taylor Swift.

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*Monday morning*

I woke up with a jolt and the world paused for a moment as the horrible realization of what was happening settled comfortably in my thought process. I checked the clock on the nightstand and cursed.

8:05 AM

I was freaking late!

The next couple of things happened in a blur - me brushing my teeth, doing my hair and makeup, getting dressed and sprinting down the stairs.

I did manage to grab a few essentials like my phone, purse and a cookie.

Gosh, my phone. The damn thing was supposed to have an alarm to wake me up. I found it under my bed, just laying there like the jobless little shìt it was.

  First day. First fuçking day and I was a complete mess.  

I was in so much trouble.

But the troubled situation didn't lessen the unease I felt at the disappointment that I wasn't working as a design intern.

But it was Vogue. I mean, the name's enough on its own when on CV. Besides, I could really use the money my paychecks would supply me. The only thing pestering me was my boss.

And me.

Being remarkably late.

Fuçking pathetic.

What would my new boss think? That I practiced tardiness? That I didn't take my work seriously? That I didn't give a flying fuçk if I came late?

Cringing inwardly I started munching on the biscuit. I was so gonna get fired.

I hailed a taxi and kept swearing the whole way. I couldn't help it! I couldn't afford to be late on my first day as a Vogue employee. Too damn unprofessional.

Arriving at my new office, I ran, no seriously, bless my heels, I ran up to the elevator. As far as I knew, I had to go to the seventeenth floor.

Damn.

I stood in the corner of the elevator, tapping my foot impatiently on the floor while praying that the lift didn't stop too often while going up and to my bad luck, it stopped eight times.

Eight freaking times!

I had to navigate my way to the Vice President's office because let's be honest, I was new and didn't know my fuçking way around. How cliché.

Stumbling around while hyperventilating, I found my way around the stupid building and finally reached my so called new office. My annoyance was getting the best of me and it rose a hundred notches because lo and behold, my so called office, the whole room was a blinding white.

The awful things!

I cursed out loud before dumping my purse on my desk and stomping to my boss's office. I was acting on impulse and frustration.

Out of sheer humanity and remembering the teachings about civilised behaviour, I knocked on the door. I knocked twice before marching in unannounced. I was angry but my anger got muddled with fury because the thing was, his whole damn whale of an office was so bloody colorful, it made me want to burn my work area to ashes.