As I rushed in the building my day could not be any worse. My car broke down, resume is half typed, and I don't even remember my own name! Wait, it's Torielle. When I step upon the elevator I deep breathe and try to atleast allow the outside appearance to be calm and collected. I really need this job. I fix my hair,dress, and papers and stride into the room confidently. I walk over too the assistant and sign myself in. Sitting in the seat I look around at all the people typing, rushing, running, and all the other office actions. A feeling of success washed over me and reminded me of how bad I wanted this job.
"Ms. Jempson?" The older white woman who was giving out the position called.
"Yes ma'am that is I," I answer walking with my confident strides.
"Oh, well come right in", she says with a weird tone. My face crinkles a little,trying to understand what she meant but I quickly wipe it off.
"Have a seat right there," she points. I sit and look at her fierce glare.
"Your resume?" She asks. I immediately begin fumbling in my arms for it.
"Umm, it's a littl-" I begin before she snatches it right out of my hands.
"It's not finished," she says flipping the paper repeatedly like it would magically finish itself.
"Yes, I was trying to say that until you-" I start.
"Don't speak until spoken too missy!" She scolds. And by this time my insides are up into flames. I am a grown women, no one but my mother should be scolding me. Especially for their own rude behavior. I ball up my fists and try to hold it all inside.
"Now you are overqualified for the position but I think I have one much more fitting for your attitude," she starts. Attitude?
"My son needs a new assistant and you would do wonders there," she says smugly. ASSISTANT?
"Wait I thought you said I was overqualified for the first position," I state.
"Correct," she replies already going back to,her work like this didn't matter.
"So why would I be an assistant? I did all my schooling and training plus more, to become an assistant?" I scoff shocked.
"Apparently you did. Now head down to the 5th floor and go to Mr. Patterson's office," she ordered. I walk out with my mouth still hung wide in shock. I couldn't believe this woman.
I ignored the secretary that wished me a good day with a sheepish look, and punched the elevator to open. When it does open I walk into the elevator and scoff loudly.
"Bad day huh?" Asks a man leaning against the wall typing. I nearly jump out of my skin as I grasp the rail for balance.
"Y-yeah," I stammer for reasons I don't know why.
"Floor?" He asks.
"5," I answer regaining my composure. He snaps his smooth face up.
"And what is your business there?" He asks.
"I'm the new assistant," I sigh.
It was so quiet I didn't think he heard me. Or he didn't care to answer. As soon as I was about to say something the elevator doors open, and I look up to see the 5 shining.
"Ladies first," he mumbles. I walk off instinctively forgetting all about this man to get ready for my boss. I know that he is her son because they have the same last name and her husband died. But if this demon spawn is anything like his mother, I'm in for a lot.
I walk up to the door with Patterson written in gold, and notice no one is in there. I stand off to the side confused as what to do until I see the man from the elevator unlocking the door.
I stand there shocked and couldn't believe that I was just speaking with my boss. I shake the feeling off and walk in.
"Hello, and you are?" He asks still engrossed in his work.
"Heh, funny," I giggle. He abruptly looks up.
"I'm sorry I did not catch the joke. I believe I asked you who you are," he says sternly like I'm a child. So he wasn't joking, he seriously forgot the woman he was just talking to.
"I'm sorry I thought you weren't a self absorbed jerk that remembers people they spoke to only a few minutes ago. But hi, I'm your new assistant BOSS," I say the last part with as much venom I can muster. Like mother like son, I think as I storm off into my small desk on the side of his office.
The phone on my desk abruptly rings and I try to set aside my saltiness to answer.
"Mr. Patterson's office his assistant speaking," I answer nicely.
"Go home, I don't like your attitude and feel as if I won't be needing your attitude today. You will get a call when you are to return," Mr. Patterson mutters then hangs up. The nerve!
My first day and I'm sent home!
