Forever

Chp 2:(Raya's POV)

Today was going to be hell.
I could feel it.
Okay, admittedly, my day was going to be hell because of my hectic schedule.

It's not easy being an intern. I not only have to rush around trying to get my own work done, I have to get coffee and other random tasks for my manager. I mean, seriously, what the hell do I look like, a maid?

I, Raya Evangeline Wyatt, am not someone else's slave. We got rid of that whole process a hundred years ago, and there's no way I'm going back.

Well, at least until this whole internship process is over. I'm still going to need a job and a good recommendation. And for that, I'm going to have to suck it up and deal with the absolutely nonsensical tasks I've been given. I mean, seriously, dry cleaning? For a dog?

Yes, you heard right.

A dog.

Just the thought of it makes me want to jump off a cliff. I can barely afford to keep living in my cramped studio apartment, and the higher ups are wasting their paycheck on these things.

I've been tempted to say something snarky about it more than once, but kept my lips tightly shut.

Keeping my Job > making fun of my manager.

" Raya! My Office, 10 minutes please!" Called Tom, the office suck up, and the manager for the arts department.

" I was supposed to go to lunch!" I answered, feeling slightly peeved.
This was the umpteenth time he has called me to his office when I was supposed to go on lunch break. At this point it was starting to look less and less like a coincidence, and more like a calculated move to make me work longer.

"You're still on the clock!" He retorted, turning on his heel and walking back to his office.

" Fine. Fine. Take the job Raya, it'll be fun they said." I muttered to myself, as I stood up out of my chair, and made my way to Tom's office. Several pairs of eyes watched me as I passed, but I ignored them.

The whole lot of them were a bunch of jealous back stabbers. And I only knew because of what I observed about them, not to mention the one time I overheard them scheming in the break room.

Apparently I was not worthy of getting a job here because of what I looked like. And what I looked like... was absolutely gorgeous! They had a right to be jealous. Because I have a body and lips that they could only get at the end of a syringe. And my skin ? Well, they could only dream of being this beautifully sun kissed in the dead of winter.

I'm not an egoist. I just have to hype myself up because no one else will. In the eyes of major media outlets, I'm not considered beautiful. But you can be damn sure that someone with a literal butt load of surgery and fillers will be lauded as being beautiful, while my natural self isn't.

So, I flipped my hair over my shoulder, and kept moving towards my imminent doom.

" Yes, Mr. Garrett?" I asked sweetly from the doorway, plastering on my Oscar worthy I-hate-you-so-much-but-I-won't-tell-you smile.

Tom looked up from whatever task he was working on, and directed his attention on me. He arched a silvery brow in suspicion, before relaxing and adjusting the mug of writing utensils on his desk.

" Come in, sit down. "

" Oh no sir I can't, I'm fine right here. "