"Mr. Darnay had kissed her hand fervently and gratefully, and had turned to Mr. Stryver, whom he warmly thanked. Mr. Stryver, a man of little more than thirty, but looking twenty years older than he was, stout, loud, red, bluff, and free from any drawback of delicacy, had a pushing way of shouldering himself (morally and physically) into companies and conversations, that argued well for his shouldering his way up in life."
That was how I spent my first few hours of works. Finally I was getting somewhere, I didn't have the many distractions at school to disturb my brain from being mused on my book. But, like always at Dunmore and Co, Ms.Lahey had to disturb the peace.
"This book really has been a distraction to your work!" She said coming to the counter. Her tone was like an apple pie without any sugar.
"Uh . . . . . . no it's just to pass the time." I said trying not to hint as to what my response was to her remark.
"Yeah well, here you need to 'pass the time' with work!" She said rolling her eyes.
It was almost deja vu how much she resembled Brittany. Then again it was absolutely sad that she was acting like one of the cheeky high school girls I'm used to.
"Let's go, chop-chop, put the book away! Papers need to be filed!" She said clapping her hands. I placed my floral bookmark in the pages where I had stopped, rested my book down gently and walked from behind the counter. As I passed her, she gave me a cold stare and then proceeded to walk to the storage room. She flew open the door and stepped aside. I walked into the room piled with papers. They were scattered across the room as if a tornado had occurred in there. How could the room have turned this disastrous in a span of a week? I spun around to look at her with wide eyes.
"Get started!" She slammed the door. Whatever bug crawled up her butt, must have really done it to her, because she was really being a sour-puss.
I walked around the large blue tiled, white room just taking in how much of a mess it was. A part of me just wanted to sit down and cry, but my diligent side took control and began to take the stacks of files off of the black desk and the floor and attempted to sort them on the shelves. I then discarded of every unneeded paper and swept the Kardashian sized storage room, which only took about an hour. As I was putting up my last file on the shelf, I noticed that a 2002 family case sat next to a 2016 criminal justice case. I took a big step back and scanned the shelves only to see that every case I had 'organized' were really not organized at all. With my face turning crimson, I slapped down each case file from the shelf. I spent the next two hours re-organizing practically the whole room. I walked out of the storage room and to the front desk which was my post. Right before I could catch my breath, Ms.Lahey came click-clacking in. Her freshly curled shoulder-length brunette hair swayed on the sides of her neck.
"Coffee." She said eyeing my face.
"S --sure I'd love some!" I said as my face came into a slight smile.
"No, I mean you go on a coffee run!" She said furrowing her eyebrows.
"Oh." Was all I could manage to say.
"Here you go." She said sliding me a credit card and a paper with the orders on it.
"Get back quick, we're dying!" She demanded while smoothing her black pants-suit. I walked to the door and out of the building. Again, I had to make the trot to Starbucks, but this time with an even longer list. The place was packed, there were at least 9 people in front of me, and it seemed as if everyone was on a long coffee run. The line moved slower than one could imagine, people were leaving with 2 to 3 trays of coffee and treats--each. I had left the office at 3 o' clock and as I made my way to the front of the line, it was already 3:35.
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Precaution
Novela Juvenil"I don't want to go anywhere, I have things to do!" "Life isn't always about fun and games you know. You have to think about the future!" I said. "Okay you're right. But think about this, why are we given life if we weren't supposed to...
