Mean Girl Tendencies

20|"The real world isn't that different from high school."

"What do you mean you can't let me in? My mother owns this company." I shriek at the snooty little receptionist.

She gives me a pathetic smile. "You're not on the list, you don't work here, and you don't have an I.D I'm sorry." I can't believe this desk worker is talking to me this way!

April slams her hand on the metal front desk. "Do you know who she is? Do you know who I am? Our parents will bury you and you will never find work anywhere in this business ever again." The blonde angrily spits at the receptionist.

"I can't help you. Now leave before I have to call security." The old woman waves her hand dismissively at us, with a smug smile on her face.

We obviously can't do anything more here, so I recompose myself and march out of the building. Grabbing the reluctant April with me. It's very cold outside, and the looming shadow of the seventeen story building does not help. I pull my brown fur coat tighter to my body.

"This is so ridiculous!" I kick down a trash can on the side walk and I storm off in the direction of my car.

"Aurora! Aurora, stop!" April calls out after me. I'm just so sick and so tired of everything going to hell in my life. Maybe I deserve this, but my little brother doesn't. He doesn't deserve to lose everything he's ever known. Like his house, his school, his friends. I can't continue paying for any of that if I don't have any money.

"Stop it right now!" April's annoyingly high voice makes me halt in the middle of the parking lot. "What!? What do you want?" I ask her, defeat laced in my voice.

"I want you to snap out of it and be the Aurora that I know!" The blonde turns towards the building and sighs. "The Aurora I know may be a complete bitch who is mean, aggressive, a dictator, horribly blunt-"

I growl at her. "Can you get to the point?"

She flips her head back to me. "The point is is that there is a scumbag somewhere in that building taking money from you, and you need to put him in his place. Don't forget, the real world isn't that different from high school. If you can run the real world just like you do high school, I know you'll be an unstoppable force." She smiles at me.

I think that's one of the nicest things April has ever said about me, and genuinely meant it at the same time. I give her a small smile back. I have too much pride to say thank you. Saying thank you to me would mean apologizing for everything I've ever done to her. Most people won't understand that logic, and that's okay. I smile back to let her know I'm grateful, and to let her know that she's right.

"Okay. I have a plan." I smirk at her and we giggle at each other mischievously.

In our high heels, we go to the back of the building, where the trucks come in for the shipments. There was two large entrance doors and I knew that someone was bound to come out, and I was hoping it was Randy. I know about these entrances because I used to spend all my time here when I was younger. When Mother got a little too much to handle, I would play hide and seek in the shipment area with all the workers. Randy was the only one who could find me. So I know every inch of this place better than Thomas.

We wait by the back until the door opens. A fifty year old man comes out of the building in a blue jumpsuit. We pop out and surprise him. "Aurora?" Randy gives me a surprised look over. "Wow you're a young women now. I haven't seen you in a long time." The air becomes awkward.

I put my head down in shame. I know I should've visited him more, he was like family to me. But then my mother went crazy, and I met sam.... I just couldn't be in this building anymore without hurting.

"Thank you. You don't look to bad yourself." I try to compose myself and not show too emotion. But he can tell what I'm feeling. He always could.

He chuckles a hearty laugh. "Don't tease an old man. I know I've gotten fatter." He slaps his belly.

I smile up at him. "I'll admit that you've gotten fat, when I win a game of hide and seek." We laugh together and I know that he's forgiven me.

April lets out a flat laugh. "Sorry to interrupt this.. uh.. touching moment, but we need to get inside.

I glare at April for intruding on Randy and I's moment, but I guess she's right. "Yeah we need to get in, but the front desk won't let us through."

"Of course girls, as long as your promise to visit more, Aurora." Randy gets his security card from a front pocket in his jumper and swipes the door open.

April walks through the door and I linger outside and give Randy a hug. "I promise." Randy hugs back. He still smells like cardboard boxes and like the stale coffee they have in the workers lounge. I didn't want to let go because he was a memory of my past that reminded me of what it was like before I- Anyways, he lets go of me and I sneak inside the building.

We walk through the the warehouse quickly ignoring the strange looks we got from the workers. I guess they don't get too many people sneaking around in the warehouse. It wasn't that long until I could see the bitchy receptionist filling her nails. I wanted to go back in there and give her a piece of my mind, but I have to keep my eye on the prize. the entrance to the warehouse was behind the receptionist desk, so we didn't have to sneak past her. All we had to do left was get onto the elevator and head towards the top floor.

When the elevator opens, we are greeted by Thomas's personal assistant. "Hello. How may I help you?" I walk straight past her. I don't have time to deal with irrelevant people. "Wait! You can't go in there!" She yells after me, but April blocks her path. "Not today, tramp."

I'm fierce and I''m pissed. I see a short, greasy man sitting in my Mothers former glass office, and I burst into the room. "Aurora? What a surprise." Thomas greets me nervously.

"Nice Armani suit, where did you get it? The thrift shop? You can't fool a Kennedy when it comes to fashion."

I can smell the fear oozing off of him, mixed in with that awful cologne. "My, you've grown so much. I can't believe-

"Shut your trap, Thomas. Flattery will get you no where. Where is my money?" I sashay towards his desk and sit on top of it with my legs crossed. " I decided to hire an under cover accountant to check the books, and we're doing great! More than great actually. So why am I getting shit?"

Thomas stands up from his desk in rage. "Your mother hasn't been here! She doesn't contribute to anything! You people don't deserve squat!" He shouts, causing veins to stick out of his neck. His oleaginous black hair flops on his head.

I lean over the desk, plowing everything off of the worktable, and I grab the collar of his shirt and dig my nails into his neck, piercing those precious veins. I throw him back into his seat. "My name and my mothers name is on everything. I can fire you like that." I snap my finger. "Don't try me, I'll be having people watching you twenty-four seven. And I'll be given an ID card."

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" He grabs his neck to soothe it. "How how much more do you want? Five percent? Ten?"

"Are you crazy? We own eighty percent of this company, and you've been giving us less then a quarter of what we deserve. I need foruty-five percent more, in cash."

"Are you insane? I can't give you-"

"Do it or you'll be fired, black balled, and black listed, Thomas. Isn't your eldest going into his second year of college? Who's going to pay for that? Definitely not your housewife. And doesn't Thomas the second need braces?" The mans stares at me in shock.

I stare into his eyes and all I can see is pure hatred, but I'm used to that. If the man had a gun right now, I bet he would shoot me. Lucky for me I guess.

"Fourty-five percent more or else." I demand with a sadistic smirk. "And remember," I swing my hair dramatically as I slide off of the desk. "in cash." I wink at him before I cat walk out of the office.