EDITING- Her Courage, His Burning Rage (Book 3) (Dark Of The Moon)

Chapter 5

Sam's Pov

I walked into Accuretta on my first day, feeling slightly nervous. I spent all morning putting together different color scenarios.

"Don't mess up! Don't mess up!" I kept telling myself.

Should I take this job seriously? I mean it is like my first real job, besides saving the world.

When I first entered the office which seemed highly intense for only being 8:00 o’clock in the morning. My little scoping out moment was ruined by some random guy who thinks he's back in the 70s snapped at me calling me over. I scurry over to him nervously.

"Sam Witwicky?" He asked me. I nodded. "Okay, follow me, Witwicky." He ordered, he leads me to the clerk office, "I’m Richard Moore, and I am under strict confidential note to watch over you on behalf of Brazos. This is your handy dandy cart. Don't lose it because you don't get another one." He explained to me.

"Okay," I murmured.

"Now, get to work Witwicky. Don't want to be fired on your first day." He tells me a forewarning.

"He didn't even tell me where my desk was. Do I even get a desk?" I said aloud to myself. I quickly take off my blazer and drape it over my arm and straight up my blue tie. I quickly grabbed the cart and run out of the room and people quickly started piling it up with blueprints if they were blueprints.

"What is this hoochie-mama outfit?" one of my bosses was saying meanly to another worker dressed entirely in white. I thought it was kinda funny that they used white exercise balls instead of chairs. The girl replied in Spanish, and the guy snapped. "No, this is the aerospace division! We do not allow that here!" She said some more stuff in Spanish before walking away. The guy with the balding head turned on me.

"New guy! You see that? That's a Latin meltdown, okay? You ever show up in my office with a hoochie-mama outfit, you're fired. You got that?"

"Well a hoochie outfit isn't really my thing. I have too much of a man body for that."

"Hey! Are you talking back clerk guy?" The guy snapped at me.

"No, sir. I’m not." Still loading my mail cart.

"Okay, you're gonna be on this cart for two-and-a-half years, okay? I want you to live it, love it, name it. There's no ladder climbing in my office. I run a tight ship. Okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"Move!"

I went through the halls as fast as I could, delivering mail. This is gonna be one hell of a day for you Mr. Witwicky. I was sitting at my desk looking through some papers, when I heard my name being called. I looked up seeing the same guy from before.

"What's going on?" I asked him.

"Some beautiful girl is here to see you."

"Who is it?" I answered.

"If it isn't Mr. Clerk," I look behind the guy and see Lily, oh that beautiful girl.

We hug each other tightly and I tried not to breath in the scent of her strawberry shampoo. I pull away from the hug and sat down in my chair in front of my desk. Putting the papers in the draw. "What's brings you here?"