Faye

Prologue (III)

Rihanna lied to me.

She lied to us all. Work is not as fun as she made it seem. I wish work was all about twerking with Drake and grinding to music like that. But I do not believe in this world no more.

But I like my work. I like my job. A lot. I work at an international magazine Elixir, where I write stuff, about everything and anything and I have a special column dedicated to just myself, and it gets in every monthly issue and I have a great response from the people who read it. I worked a lot towards it and finally my hard work's been paying off and I couldn't ask for anything else.

Sarah walks up to me with numerous files in her hands and her large spectacles threatening to fall off of her nose anytime at the slightest of movement but she hurries anyway.

"Long-time no talk huh?" I grin, as she places the files all on my desk.

"Sarcastic much?" she says and rolls her eyes as I laugh.

I and Sarah have been friends since we graduated high school and we were known by all as the girls who couldn't just stay away. And we couldn't care less.

"So how's the work at HR been going?" I ask and take a sip from my now hot turned cold coffee.

"Same old. Boring." She says as she grabs my donut and I scrunch as she dismisses my protests.

"Well you signed up for it." I laugh but stop as I spot puffball coming towards us.

"Sarah get off of my desk." I pull her down with me.

"Wait-wha-?"

"Puffball."

Puffball, or Veronica Anderson, is a petite fluffy middle aged lady (that explains her name, puff-ball) who is also the head of our department. She keeps routinely checks on people like us, who apparently according to her are very casual, and keep kissing our next partners while she's not on round cause she once found a couple snogging in the booth so she thinks we all do.

"Archer?" puffball calls out as I straighten my skirt and pretend to stare at some intense calculation on my laptop.

There are no intense calculations you need to do Faye. You're a writer. I think to myself and roll my eyes.

"Faye." Veronica slips beside me and looks at my laptop screen which luckily has my recent excerpt opened.

"Oh hello Veronica." I chirp. "I didn't notice you."

A big lady like that you don't notice, eh?

Shut up, mind.

"Nice work," she says completely ignoring my hello.

"Hughes wants to meet you." She says bluntly and gets ready to leave.

Wait, what?

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Who's Hughes? Any guesses?