Saved By The One & Only

Confusion at It's finest

   I've apparently become attached to my living room wall because I have been standing here in the kitchen sipping some coffee but simply staring blatantly at the wall in my living room. It's like I'm stuck and I cannot move. As if frozen, and I don't understand why I simply cannot move myself to get on with my day. Ohh right because I have an interview with none other than Mr. Anderson in and hour and a half.

I've been up since seven, and after finishing up my morning routine I decided on what to wear. I settled on a black pencil skirt that fits rather well but not too tight (we wouldn't want the wrong message being sent out there), I settled on a nice nude blouse that's light enough to feel breeze through it, and decided to match my outfit with the same nude color flats. I also finalize it with an old fashioned watch given to me as a christmas gift by Mia's sister Ellen. Once I finished I checked myself out in the mirror and decided on a nice high bun to look more professional. I took out an old bag from my closet and decided to fill it up with some snacks from the kitchen which wasn't much. It was only a bag full of crackers and two chips and two water bottles in case I get thirsty. I tried not to take too much since we were running low on food, and we had to wait until Mia and I got our paychecks this Friday to go food shopping.

Once finally being able to move, because of Mia whom decided to shove me out the way to get coffee. Hmm, should I thank her or simply give her a glare for shoving me? Decisions, Decisions...

Eventually I find my self boarding the bus on my way to the interview. Since the building is in central Manhattan, I made sure to be at the bus stop on time. It'll take me about an hour, so once I pay for he bus fare, I settle in on my seat and I take out the book I'm currently reading to help pass the time.

Before I know it, I'm being let off right across the street from Anderson's Enterprise offices. I check the time on my watch and notice I still have twenty-five minutes until my interview.

I look at the massive building and feel a strong urge to go in the opposite direction, yet I find myself moving towards the building as if there is a gravitational pull forcing me to go towards the building, confusion at its finest may I say.

As I'm walking across the street I cannot help but simply admire the beautiful outline features of the building. It has such a futuristic theme to it and it makes you feel advanced in time, yet so in tune with the time we're in now. Once again, confusion at its finest but yet you embrace the feeling as if you've been waiting for a long time to say, "I'm home." I enter the glass plated double doors of the building and instantly, the cool air hits me. I immediately take notice of the beautiful interior design of building. The floors have a pristine marble flooring with the color beige, with immaculate champagne colored lighting instilled into the very tall ceiling and, it makes it impossible to imagine that this is just the lobby. The windows are tall glass plated windows which brings in a massive amount of light, give the place a more obscene look. The furniture has all sleet black couches, and coffee tables that compare to the couches, just as shiny. I continue to follow the busy traffic of humans dressed in nothing but expensive suits, and I immediately regret the choice of clothing I chose this morning. I begin to feel like I no longer belong here but before I could turn around to head home, I hear the same familiar voice from the phone call yesterday.

"Ms. Monroe, glad to see you made it. In fact you're still pretty early. Mr. Anderson very much appreciates punctualness." Elizabeth stated rather happily, just as she did yesterday.

It takes me a minute to actually realize that I should respond back to her, but I simply stand there and just admire her beauty. She has beautiful blonde hair up to her shoulders in the shape of curls, piecing blue eyes yet you can see the kindness behind them, which is accentuated with natural looking makeup which makes her even more beautiful, and also a great olive skin tone, a great average height of about "5'5, amazing long legs (model worthy may I say), and a killer body (which you can tell she does a good job of staying in shape or eating right- unlike Mia and I). Her outfit is very business like and so flawless, I almost begin to envy her. Her beautiful black fitted dress, goes so perfectly with her black heels. I have to snap myself out of my daze to remind myself that I still have not answered her yet.

"Hi um yes, I was just um." I stated rather confused. Hoping she hadn't noticed me practically checking her out. God I hope she doesn't think I like her because that would be awkward.

She seems to notice my awkwardness and lightly laughs but begins with: "Well then, follow me right this way Ms. Monroe." She motions towards the elevator doors straight ahead of the lobby floor, and then she begins to walk.

I tried to say something but before I knew it she was too far to hear me. I began to follow her when my eyes almost bulge out of my eye sockets when I noticed her black high heels had red bottoms. Gosh she has Loui Vuitton shoes!!! Ughh wow she must make monaaaay--before I could finish that sentence I almost run into her. If I didn't stop in time I surely would have ran into her. She starts smirking again as if basically catching me looking at her yet again! Way to go Amy.

"Alright, here's my stop. Now once you get on the elevator, you'll have have to wait about a minute or two, your stop is the last floor. (Of course it is) Once you get off Mikayla will show you to Mr. Anderson's office. Good luck!" With that she ended the conversation, but before the elevator doors could close she smiled at me one last time and then winked.

Ohh no. Tell me that did not just happen. Seriously way to go AMYYY!! Wow now she thinks you like her!!! Ughh this is what I get for simply admiring the finer things in life.

I hadn't realized I was pacing until the elevator doors opened, and a friendly pixie black haired girl stared at me with amused eyes. She began laughing and once calming down she finally spoke with: "She winked at you didn't she?"

"Huh?" I answered.

"Elizabeth? She winked at you didn't she? Right before the doors closed?" She said with humor behind those words.

"Ye-yes" I stuttered. "How did you kno-" I barely finished the sentence, when she walked into the elevator and placed both of her hands on my shoulder and ushered me out of the elevator.

She laughs...

"It's okay. Don't worry about it. She doesn't think you like her she just does that to all the newbies when she notices how much they admire her outfits." She states.

"Oh wow. Phew I feel so much better now. Thank you for that." I said.

"You're welcome. Now, my name is Mikayla Foster, I am Mr. Anderson's meeting coordinator." She said.

"Nice to meet you, my name is--"

"Don't worry I know who you are, so let me show you the way to Mr. Anderson's office. By the way I love your top" She said cheerfully.

"Oh thank you." I said.

"You're welcome. Here's your stop, he's already inside ready for you. Good luck" She says while occasionally throwing up two thumbs up. (That conversation was so short yet it barely felt like a conversation at all since she did most of the talking and rather fast too) I stare at her as she walks away and I suddenly feel the urge to tell her to come back.

I turn to face the doors and I mentally tell myself to calm down. I stare at the tinted plated glass window, and try to compose myself before heading in there. I let out a breath that I didn't even realize I was holding until now. I finally build up the courage to place my hand on the steel handle, and I push open the heavy door and brace myself for what's about to happen.