My dear boss Zayn

Get used to it

I rub my temples as I'm starting to have a headache, my mind surrounding with numbers and calculation. Which is not my favorite thing on Earth - basically - but I have to.

I move back in my seat and sigh heavily at the sight of the files on my desk. Everything is quite messed up, I don't even know where to look at and I'm not even finished yet. A feeling of despondency overwhelms me as I can't see no end to it. It is like I've been doing the same thing everyday.

And I must look like a crazy woman with my messy hair, not able to organize herself or even find the right file at the right moment. It is like nothing has sense, I don't know how to say it. I knew it was going to be difficult but not this way, I feel exhausted. But it is more in a mental, psychological way as I'm always sitting on my seat all day behind these four walls, basically doing statistics about the magazine.

Work. Eat. Sleep.

Repeat...

Fortunately for me, Jude drives me there almost everyday so I don't have to pay the taxi which is a real gain in money, and time. I'm really lucky to have him as a reliable friend now. But this, is just a slight relief in my daily life as work seems to be always the same kind of thing, like I said. I feel a bit useless sometimes, not knowing what to do.

Moreover, I have a feeling that something's wrong. Everybody seems quiet, secret and tense. It is like nobody has time to talk to you or even try to know you a bit, like robots just doing what they have to. Sometimes I'm smiling at someone but there is no answer, they turn around and avoid my gaze, like they were hiding something. Everybody is recluses in its own office and that's it - well, I thought it was going to be different. I'm not asking for everybody to be my friend but I expected people to be more friendly at least.

Plus, I haven't got many news from Mr. Malik either. He is always somewhere else, God knows where and sometimes I don't see him for days. He just disappears like a magician, vanishing in a second. I swear he's a ghost. I often pass by his office, looking for him but he is nowhere to be found.

I've been wondering what am I doing here lately, if it is really worth it or not as I don't see how helpful it might be for my career too. But, I guess I have to gain experience and maybe I'll be able to climb my way up the professional ladder.

However, how am I suppose to impress the main person who's able to give me this opportunity if I only see this person twice a week ? I bet he has already forgotten my name. Of course, Candice. Why would you be special ? I'm just his assistant after all.

I sigh once again, looking at the white wall in front of me. Now that I think about it, I don't like this neutral thing too, there's nothing special about this place, nothing to look at particularly and I wish it could be more exciting. Everything seems frozen, immobile.

Back to reality, I'm facing what's on my desk when my stomach suddenly gargoyles. I check out the clock on the wall and my eyes widened when I realize what time it is. I've been there for six hours already.

"And I haven't got anything to eat yet," I thought.

I think I need a break.

I start to walk away from this room when my phone prevents me from doing it, someone just texted me. I turn around and grab it and see Mr. Malik's name on the screen.