Crazy, Cupid, Love

One: Call Back and Pizzas

© 2014 sevenellieven

"What the hell, Nate." I groaned at my brother as the sun hit my face. "Close the damn curtains!" I hid my face under the thick comforter.

It's been three days since I've moved here to New York, and my brother decided to make himself feel at home and sleep over at my apartment. He told me 'I needed his help,' but I really don't.

I felt him sit beside me and pushed the comforter away, the sunlight made me narrow my eyes.

"Nathaniel James Paige." I snarled. "Don't disturb me in my sleep. Go back to your apartment or whatever." I hissed. "Don't you have a job?" I raised an eyebrow at him, realizing he was still in his pajamas. My green-flecked, hazel orbs squinted into his own pair.

"You keep forgetting that I'm the boss there, sis. I can go to work whatever time I want." he grinned while munching on a muffin, bits of food stuck in his perfect set of teeth.

My big brother Nate is C.E.O. of a huge ad company. They have worked with big clients like Chanel, Gucci, Louis Vitton, et cetera. For someone who's only 23, that successful, and filthy rich, might I add, Nate is considered to be one of the top bachelors in the country.

I sighed and got out of bed. I pulled my hazelnut brown hair into a messy bun, with strands of hair falling. I walked into my living room, and it was still the same sight I had for the last few days. Boxes of different sizes were still lying around the apartment. I still haven't finished unpacking all of my stuff, considering I almost brought my whole bedroom from our California home.

I miss home.

"Hey M, you heard from Georgia Margarett yet?" Nate shouted from the guest room he was staying in.

"Nope." I said while making coffee, popping the p.

"You better check the machine." he popped his head out and gave me a huge smile.

I rushed to the phone, hands shaking as I pressed the button on the machine.

'You have one new message.'

'Hello, Miss Paige? This is from Georgia Margarett. We have great news. Please call back as soon as your receive this. Thank you."

I was getting more nervous at the second. Before I even went here to NYC, I've always dreamed of working at Georgia Margarett. G.M. has been number one in the fashion industry since the 90's, and having a job there would be wonderful.

I pressed the numbers of the phone, careful not to crush the keys. I was shaking the whole time and my feet were getting cold. In three rings, a lady with a Birtish accent answered.

"Georgia Margarett's. How may I help you?"

"H-hello? I'm calling for the position I applied for. This is Maddison Paige."

"Well good morning, Miss Paige. We are pleased to tell you that your interview with Miss G went well, and she absolutely loved your ideas and designs. She personally hired you to become her new assistant designer. You were supposed to be called down to the office but Miss Georgia wasn't able to meet you due to an emergency. She said you're going to start Monday next week."