Author's Note: Here's Chapter One! :)
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I stood up and walked out of my office and went to my step-mother's office. 3 knocks is all it takes for her to open the door. As I was going to pull of the 3rd knock, my phone rang. It was her.
"Hello?"
"Hello dear, are the paper works with you?"
"Yes, where are you?"
"I'm in a meeting with the director of Comlusion Building, looks like we have a new Assistant Manager for the interior design!" she let out a little YAY after.
"Well, that's great, I guess. Well um, I need to sign some paper works, I'll talk to you later."
"Talk to you later then, oh and by the way, the new Assistant Manager for the interior design will be coming next week! He's from England."
"Sure thing, I'll tell the whole Interior Design committee to get ready for his arrival."
and the line was cut.
I let out a sigh and went back to my office, looking through some paper works when a picture of me and my dad slipped from the folder named Childhood Pictures. It was a Polaroid picture of my dad and me with the caption below Swimming '06, that time my real mom was still alive, I cried a little and put the picture into my wallet. I went back in looking through some paper works when the door knocked. "Come in!" I screamed. The door creaked open and my assistant, Patricia, walked in with a big smile, like she always. She closed the door and started screaming like a 5 year old girl going out with her mom to buy ice cream. I stared at her for a few minutes and raised an eyebrow. She immediately stopped screaming and sits at the chair. “What is it this time, Pat?” I asked and sighed. She cleared her throat and placed her folder on top of my table. “It’s about Ryan, ma’am.” She said. Oh no, not that dude again.
My mom used to hook me up with this filthy rich man named Ryan Schenzider. His dad, Ronald Schenzider, owns a famous restaurant named Schenzinized, which serves a mix of Italian and Mexican food. Ryan is 20 while I’m 18, funny to think an eighteen year old girl can manage to be the CEO of a big company. It’s not my intention to manage a big and famous company; my step-mother decided it. A year after we left our dad, she taught me how to use blueprints and calculators. I was home-schooled by then; and it’s still her choice. I wanted to go to school, though. Imagine, if I have gone to school by now I’m busy studying for an entrance exam for college, but no; this girl hasn’t even graduated high school and is already working in a big company.
“What about him, Patricia?” I nervously asked. “He’s coming for a visit later at 3:00PM. He told me to get a reservation at Tullie’s by 2:30PM.” She said. I let out a sigh and look at the time, 11:45AM; this day won’t end soon, I thought. “Tell him I’m busy preparing for the arrival of Mr.…. um” I said. “Pardon?” she asked, looking confused. I buried my head to my palms and grabbed my phone to call my step-mother (I’ll just call her Aunt Erica).
“Hello?”
“Yeah, hi, um… What’s the name of the Assistant Manager who will come next week?”
“Styles. Harry Styles.” She breathes out.
“Okay, Thanks aunt.”
“Call me Mom next time.” she pleased.
“I don’t think that will ever happen.” I hissed.
Once again, the line was cut.
“Mr. Styles! I’m busy preparing for the arrival of Mr. Styles, the new assistant manager of the Interior Design committee” I shouted, not that angry shout but a surprised shout sort of.
Patricia nodded and walked out of the door; leaving me alone again. I grabbed my phone again and plugged it into the speaker and played a Fall Out Boy song; Young Volcanoes. I never wanted to be a business women, I wanted to be a journalist, just like my father. But since I was 11, I didn’t get to see my father anymore, my aunt said he suddenly disappeared one night with my step-brother who I’ve forgotten his name. I think I had a minor amnesia back when I was a child, I bumped into something pretty hard, I guess. I started to get hungry and decided to go out and eat in the employee's canteen, my aunt never allows me to eat when she's not around but since I'm starving and there's nothing left to do, I decided to go get some food.
I walked through the hall and every time someone walked through me they'll greet me with a big warm smile, I wonder what rounds through their minds when they saw me, afraid or happy. I made my way to the employee's canteen and saw some people from the advertising committee, I gave them a warm smile and made my way to grab some lunch. I walked through the small refrigerator and trying to find low-fat milk, I saw the last carton and I was suppose to get it when a hand grabbed it faster than I did. I looked up to see that it was a tall, fine guy. "Here you go." he said, smiling. I grabbed the carton and sat at the middle of the table and eat. I had salad and cheesecake and a carton of low-fat milk, of course.
