The Intern

Fukushima

"SORA, IT'S TIME TO GET UP! YOU'LL BE LATE!" I heard my mother yell from the kitchen. I pulled my blanket over my head muttering how much I hated mornings. Finally, making myself pull the blanket off and fling it to the other side of my queen size bed. My legs and body moved together in unison to get out of bed. Today, I was starting an internship at Fukushima. Fukushima is a company of high class and the company works on new technologies. I got the internship due to my art ability. 

I thought about how things would go today as I was in the shower. Of course I tried not to think about the negative and tried to think of the positive. Was I honestly cut out for this job? Probably not, since I liked my freedom and doing what I wanted.

I rushed out of the shower and dried my pale body off. My figure was slender and I didn't have big breasts like many girls. I was a B cup which wasn't a bad thing, just men don't bother you has much. I put on my black lacy 36B Bra and my small black panties. My hand grabbed ahold of my hair brush, and I brushed my long lushes brown hair. My hair is the color of chocolate and it runs down to my butt. It stays straight all the time with no volume to it. I put the brush down and started to dry my hair with my "professional" hair dryer. It takes a good 25 minutes to dry completely with the dryer but I didn't have that time. 

Turning the dryer off, I ran to my bedroom and opened my closet. I picked out a mid-length black skirt and a white blouse to top it off. Of course I placed a tank top under the blouse. My mother always told me to wear tights under everything so I put my black tights on with my black high heels. Before, I left the bedroom, I grabbed my black purse.

My house happened to be in a poor community. Our walls were painted nicely and the inside looked great, but the outside, needed lots of love. This area was known to be dangerous. However, it's all my mother could afford on her own. My father died when I was fourteen in a car crash. A drunk driver ran straight into his car. The accident killed my father and paralyzed my brother who at the time was seventeen. My mother used a lot of the money we had to pay for my brother's needs. It wasn't enough though, so she had to beg my father's parents to take him in. My grandfather put Ryuu into a care faculty on the condition that my mother stay away. My mother was blamed for my father's death though she wasn't there. They call her a cursed witch. I, however, wasn't banned from seeing my brother. I saw him a month ago.

He's changed some. He is skinny and his dark brown hair falls in his eyes. He has the emeralds for eyes. He is a very handsome 24 year old. I wish someday, that he'd finally talk to me again. He is without speech. It's part of him being paralyzed.

I stopped to look at the family photos, just to remind myself, there was still hope. My mother snapped me back to reality.

"Sora, the Taxi is here." My mother looked tired today.
  
"Thanks mother. While I am gone. Please get some rest." I hugged her and rushed out the door. The yellow Taxi sat at the end of the sidewalk. Quickly, I opened the cabbie door and closed it.
  
"Where are we headed Miss?"

"Fukushima." 

He nodded and started to drive. I looked out the window, worrying about my first day. I hope everyone is kind. I could be too shy for my own good. The cabbie halted to a stop, jolting me back from my thoughts. I watched has an old lady crossed the road. 

The Taxi started again and we were off. We drove passed all the sad houses. Each needing some sort of repair. It wasn't long after that, that all the big buildings appeared. Skyscrapers and shops all lining the streets. This was the city life after all. I had only been to the big city once and that was when I was eleven. My brother and I went with mother and father to the shopping mall. That's where Ryuu and I got to pick out special gifts for our new born baby cousin in America. We never met her but I hear she's a pretty successful musician. 

I, once again was driven back into reality at another fast stop. This time, I was here. I thanked the driver and handed him his cash. I escaped the Taxi quickly. I was in awe of the building. I had never been in it before. I did all the interviews over Skype and only once with the company's boss.

I got up the nerve and walked into the building. I was unsure and where to go so I went up to the front desk. 

"Um..Hi...I am the new intern and I'm unsure where to go.." 

The blonde at the desk looked right through me. "Go to the 18th floor. The front desk lady there will take you to where you need to be." Her pointy finger pointed to the elevator. I walked to the fancy elevator and pressed the up button. It took a few seconds for it to come back down. The sliding door opened and I walked in. I looked at all the buttons on the side and hit 18. I took some deep breathes has I went up. Finally, I made it to where I needed to be. People walked by not even glancing my way. The front desk lady smiled when she saw me. She quickly got up and approached me. Her hair was golden and her eyes a baby blue.

"Miss Sora Hata?" She said my name in a question.

"Ye..Yes."
  
"I've been waiting for your arrival. This way." She walked down the hall. I of course followed after. "Welcome to the Fukushima family. You will have a desk in front of Mr. Fukushima's office. Your job duties include doing whatever Mr. Fukushima asks and of course helping with designs for new products. Mr. Fukushima has been awaiting your arrival."

I quickly got worried. "Was I late?"

"No no. Mr. Fukushima is always awaiting new employees. He likes to know who is working for him. She finally got to a dark brown desk. On top sat a black desktop. "This will be your desk. And if you'd follow me to this door." She opened the door. "Mr. Fukushima, Miss. Hata is here...Of course...Miss. Hata welcome to the family." She walked off after allowing me to enter the giant office. The dark desk sat in the middle of the room. In the chair behind it was a young man. Mr. Fukushima was only a few years older than me, maybe 24 or 26. His dark black hair swopped to the side of his face and he had the prettiest blue eyes I'd ever seen. He stood at the sight of me.

"Miss Hata, Welcome. I will be the person you'll be in the most contact with since you are my intern." He smiled and put his hand out. I shook his hand and immediately felt a spark.

"Thank you Mr. Fukushima for allowing me this opportunity."

"But of course, you're skills out rank most of our artist. However, we had no positions for an artist. So, I found the best place for you. Now, I will need to go over a few things with you." He motioned for me to sit down so I sat in the comfortable black chair across from his desk. He leaned against his desk. "I will be having you do extra work such as product designing. I usually would not put so much on to an intern put I need your art skills currently. We are trying to create a new music player that will appeal to the most audiences. So far my designers have given me crappy art. Not that stands out or is appealing. I want this to be your first priority. Also, you will be my runner. You'll run things to other employees such as firing notices, approvals, etc. How long do you think it would take you to create a product design?"

I thought for a moment. "I'd need to research what is appealing and then go from there. I'd say at least a week." I looked at him scared he'd say something mean. Such as, "You need a week to do that?" But instead he nodded in agreement. "A week it is. I will want the design on my desk at 8 AM sharp Monday morning."

"Yes Sir."

"Also don't call me sir."
  
"I'm sorry Mr. Fukushima." I had already messed up something.

"Now I have your phone number in my file, you'll need my cell number in case I need to get ahold of you for any reason." He handed me a card with his cell number. "You can go ahead and do some research, I have a meeting in an hour and I need to prepare."

I quickly got up and hurried to my desk. I started the computer up. I sat my purse down and everyone around me was watching me. I hid my head down but that didn't stop anyone from coming over to see me.

"You must be Mr. Fukushima new slave." The man who said it was lean and very geeky. He had on big glasses and his hair was a raffled mess. A raffled brown mess along with brown eyes.

"I'm Sora."
  
"Well, Sora, I am Tsubasa. I'm one of the designers here."

"I see."

"I'd hurry and get to work before boss man sees you doing nothing. He'd probably beat you like the last intern." Tsubasa left me alone then. I doubted that Mr. Fukushima would actually hurt a female. This was my chance to prove myself to everyone. I will not allow anyone to get into my way.