Ruining Fame (Girl X Girl)

Chapter 4 / First Assignment

A/N: Hey guys, it is about 2 a.m. in the morning but I couldn't help but write. Trust me, I am exhausted but I am also loving this book! I know you guys have been seeing a bunch of Olive's perspective but there will be more to come of Blake's. Anyways lets VOTE and COMMENT of these chapters! Enjoy~!

Much Love xx Jess

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Word of the Day:

Gezelling (adj.): Cozy, nice, inviting, pleasant, comfortable; connoting time spent with loved ones or togetherness after a long separation.

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Chapter 4 / Olive's P.O.V

Two days have already slipped away, and I'm utterly drained. Interning has turned into being Gloria's personal assistant! I groan in bed, contemplating the chaos of my first encounter with Gloria. I anticipated some challenges in interning, but being sidelined like this wasn't what I signed up for.

I haven't even had a chance to meet Suzanne Sparks, the editor-in-chief of New York McHeart. This place is a hive of activity, far from the serene office environment I imagined. Journalists here treat everything like a competition.

For the past two days, Gloria has had me running errands non-stop—fetching coffee, organizing paperwork, distributing files. The constant wearing of heels has left my feet blistered and sore. I try rubbing them, but the pain only worsens. I need medication, but I can't even bring myself to leave my bed.

Maya hasn't mentioned anything about my first day. Perhaps it was just her drunken rambling. Glancing at my phone, I see it's only five in the morning; my alarm won't go off until six. Every evening, I return home and collapse, skipping meals altogether.

I consider packing some food for the day ahead, but first, I need to get ready. It's Friday, and I'm hoping tomorrow will be better than today—wishful thinking, perhaps. I dress in a loose white top and black skinny jeans, trying to muster some semblance of readiness for the day ahead.

"Shoes..." I mumble, my reluctance evident in every syllable.

"No, no, no! Not the heels again, not again!" I groan loudly, though my hands betray me, reaching out for them against my better judgment.

With what little strength I have left for fashion, I manage to grab hold of them. Slipping them on, I wince as the blisters protest against the rough contact. The weekend is almost within reach, just one more day and I'll be on a much-needed break.

I dash out the door, a large purse clutched tightly in hand, containing all the necessary supplies. Food, of course, is a priority—I couldn't live without it. It seems like I'm always hungry, without a single moment's respite. Just before I step out, a sudden realization hits me, and I rush back to my room to grab my vintage leather watch.

As I fasten it onto my wrist, I can't help but smile. It's the only truly meaningful gift I've received. Thoughts of him cross my mind, tempting me to pay him a visit today. But I shake off the sentiment; today is not the day for sorrow.

Deciding to take a taxi instead of walking, I remind myself of the convenience, despite the expense. It's the fastest mode of transportation, especially considering the sorry state of the subway. Losing something is a risk I can't afford today.

Lost in my thoughts, I'm jolted back to reality by the snapping of fingers in front of me.

"Payment, please?" The taxi driver's thick northern accent breaks through my thoughts.

"Oh, sorry about that. Here," I say, handing him the exact change.

Workers are already streaming into the building as I rush out of the cab, nerves beginning to prickle once again. Inside the skyscraper, I queue up to pass through security. They're sure uptight here. Finally, I make it through and join the throng of people heading into a crowded elevator. Almost all the numbers are pressed, and I have to squeeze my way in.