Reina:
After slimming out my black pencil skirt, I try to tuck in my purple blouse before I reach the office. I haven't had that much of re-training yet and our new boss is supposed to start today. Our old one, Mr. Kravitz, landed some big shot editorial job in New York City so he left without even a two weeks notice. Now the company has been trying to scramble to try and keep things afloat until we found someone new to take over. Today was that day.
"Good morning Reina," Sasha, the secretary for our office hands me a blazing hot cup of coffee. "How are you this morning?" She seems nervous too because she's not normally this jittery or talkative.
"I'm good Sasha." I reply with a smile, fixating the cross body bag around my shoulder. "Anything new for me?"
"Actually..." She trails off, picking up a manilla folder. "Yes. This is from Mr. Brooks."
"The new boss?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. "He's already got something for me?"
"They're a bunch of manuscripts. He's wanting you to read through them and wants you to pick out the best ones to forward to him. Don't hurt the messenger." She laughs and leans over to answer the phone that's been ringing for the past ten seconds.
Letting out a loud sigh, I head into my office - more like a desk space - and set my coffee down before I unload my things for the morning. The fact that this guy already has work for me is overwhelming. Not that I wasn't expecting to work, but for the past month all I've been doing is editing authors that have already been signed to our agency. Now I have to read through a bunch of garbage basically.
"Knock knock." A man hits his knuckles softly onto the side of the door, and when I look at him my jaw almost drops open. He's wearing this blue fitted suit, an expensive watch around his wrist, but that doesn't compare to his smile when he flashes one at me. I'm assuming this is my new boss.
"Um, Hi." I clear my throat and attempt to put papers in order to try and somehow make it seem like I'm not a messy person.
"You're my intern." He smirks again, leaning against the doorframe. "I'm Carter. It's nice to meet you."
I can't help but look at his black skin that's practically gleaming in this light, his hair buzzed to perfection. I've suddenly lost the ability to speak.
"So you are...?" He trails off, still smirking.
"Reina." I'm finally able to get out, reaching out to shake his hand. "It's nice to meet you. Mr. Brooks is it?"
"Call me Carter. I know you probably haven't started but I just wanted to introduce myself. I saw you walk in and just thought I'd stop by before you cracked down on everything."
"Well that's really nice of you." I say, barely being able to make eye contact with him. "Thanks Carter."
He has one arm above his head on the door frame, staring at me intently before he bites a little on his bottom lip and sends me another smile. "Anytime Reina," He says. "Stop by my office if you need anything."
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After a nine hour shift of reading countless manuscripts I only found two that were worth forwarding to Carter. My eyes feel completely worn out, and as I'm waiting for the elevator I see Sasha jog to catch up to me.
"Hey," She breathes heavily, trying not to drop all of the papers she's carrying. "What do you think of Carter? Complete eye candy right?"
"He's okay." I lie, shrugging my shoulders. "I've seen better."
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