What They Can't See. || H.S

Chapter One: First Day.

"Vi I hope you're getting ready, you need to make sure you're not late this is a VERY important opportunity you can easy mess up!" My mothers voice boomed from downstairs, the occurrence caused a rattle within the wood based home. I stood in front of the hallway mirror, adjusting the pressed curls my mother had slaved over the night before for this day.

"A response would be nice!" she continues to talk which causes me to continue to roll my eyes. "One moment and I will be heading down." I respond cooly, adjusting my skirt and make sure all my buttons are pressed and tight before heading down the wooden stairs. My mother who stands at the bottom with my coat wrapped around her forearm and my purse as well she smiles, smiles with tears that I groan about before even allowing them to fall. "can't a mother be proud of the first working lady in the family?" I grab the objects from her, which give her the ability to clutch onto me. "mother is it really that big of a deal?"

wrong move Vienna.

I am soon hearing the same lecture I have gotten since I was popped out by this woman, I have heard it enough that I am able to recite it better than her which I do. I finish her last sentence on how 'education is worth more than what money can bring' and she huffs at my annoyance.

"I know mom, I am lucky to even have this chance, its once in a life time and I will try my best to not mess up. Now, I must go." I say before breaking her embrace and shuffling out the door. I run to the stop before the bus doors can close on me and make my way at the top of the metal stairs.

I gulped at the eyes, I avert and attempt to figure out how to process this action. I take the bus everyday and some are better than others but today; I have never seen as many whites in my life.

I walk to the back after being asked to sit by the driver and find a familiar face sitting by the window in the second to last row on the left. "Do you mind?" I ask looking down at her till she looks up and notices it is me. "Yes my bag was actually very comfortable there." Trish responds before moving it to her lap, giving me a space to sit.

We enjoy the ride, watch the view from the large window before she breaks our peaceful silence, "so what is on the to-do list for the first black lady president." First Lady president. A joke that resides in my neighborhood for I would run around and claim to have been put onto this earth to hold a change. This was before the world released what it was to me and how hard chances are to achieve dreams when you're born at the bottom of the pyramid. As I grew my dreams of being the first black president went to a lawyer, then an accountant, now as I am 19 I have accomplished being one out of 20 kids in a class of 150 to graduate in class of 1954 at an all black school. The day I came home with my diploma my family sang for days, the parties never ended and everyone believed me to be a golden miracle for enjoying the prize of education.

"It's actually my first day at my new job." I chirp, the idea of being more than just a stay at home mom raising kids pleased me, I saw my mother wish nothing more to work as she took care of children I wasn't even sure she wanted.

"You graduate and they already puttin' you to work? For shame." She states reaching in her bag to pull out her hand automated fan.

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The sound of bus breaks being pressed and the door opening, I hear a yell for 'stop: Down Town' makes me jump. "Thats me!" I state raising my hand as if this was attendance, I get looks and the man with a bear gut and gloomy red shot eyes yells, "well then get off."

I look at my surroundings after hoping off, looking at the blue skies and the busy people walking past me. I smile at those I walk by, though none of them even notice my existence. I am rarely down town but the life here is so exciting and new. The paper I hold with my information for where ever this building stands crumbles nervously in my hand. My heels click the ground till I find myself in front of 'Muse'. I had never heard of it but they must've been desperate if they agreed to hire me. New York was a strange place but I did admit it was the most open and most changing, the art scene was slowly showing itself through the heart of New York.

I walked inside, the sound of a faint radio listening to something I had never heard of and a quiet but non intimidating silence. "Can I help you?" huh? Me? yes you stupid who else. "I said Can I help you." her tone more annoyed with my lack of response. "Im sorry yes, HI. hi. I am Vienna Deboris. I am the new assistant to mr-" I pulled out the crumbled paper and searched for the name that now was smudged by my doing.

"Mr.Styles? Yes, we have been.. expecting you" she says in a questioning voice which was not uncommon when a woman of my statue walks in or should I say my color.

Anything is possible when you sound white over the phone.

"And please do not add a Mr when approaching him. Styles. Nothing more nothing less." I nod with her advice mentally writing anything she will be giving me today down so I can become one perfect assistant. She stands and grabs a pile of folders while hinting to me to follow her. I do as she signals and she continues to talk.

"welcome to our world and our minds." her voice and personality was one as bad as a wet rag. But, I smiled and nodded at her insanity questionable words. She continues, "we are an organization that accepts known and unknown artists, we hold bashes to persuade some buyers into pursuing pieces and so on." At this point in the tour I wish I had my note pad and pen.

The building was not as large but nor small. The bottom floor was office space, women sat at tiny wooden tables and answered phone calls, filed, and everything else people can limit a lady's mind to. "Now to the second floor" we approach a wired machine- A ELEVATOR. "you guys have an elevator?" I gazed and tried to not let my jaw hit the floor as much as I wished it to. she laughed at my behavior and soon responded with," did you expect stairs honey?"

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We explored the second floor where the artist quarters were, the third held all the finish art, the fourth had all official documents, and finally the attic which they called 'the mindset' but I had a feeling Mr.styles was the only one who actually did.

"And this is where you will be residing for your time here." me? She points to a desk in the corner that had at this point collecting dust and whatever god else has been put on it. I approach it and lay my purse down. "wow" I try my best to not let my mood show but I am sure it does.

The noise of a ding and the sound of clicking shoes to the ground causes my head to turn.

"And here is Styles now."

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