Elevator ~ e.d.

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Ethan's POV:

"Here take care of these files." My boss says throwing a thick stack of papers onto my desk. I mentally sigh as I look at them. This is what I do all day. Nothing ever changes but I need the job.

"Alright." I mutter picking up the big stack of papers and looking them over. Of course it's the usual. Read them over and do all the important things that my boss doesn't want to do.

Half way through the stack of papers I come across something that I need to make copies of. Great. There isn't a copier on this floor so I have to go two floors down.

You'd think that since this is such a big business that there'd be copiers anywhere you needed them but there isn't. There's a great view of the city since the whole place is basically covered in windows but there isn't enough copiers. It's like he tries to make my job unbearable.

I sigh as I stand up with the papers in my hand. I fix my tie and head down the familiarly quite hallway until I reach the elevator that I use everyday.

I guess I can't really complain much. At least I'm not sitting down in one spot all day.

The elevator swings open and I press the floor button. The nasty elevator music plays through the tight space and it just adds on to my headache.

Once I reach the floor I head straight to the copying room not wanting to talk to anyone.

I've been working here a while but I don't have any friends. I guess you could say I'm a little anti-social.

I sit and wait for the copier to finish like I do every other day and I wonder what life would be like if I actually enjoyed my job.

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AN:

So this is the first chapter. I hope you guys like it :)

It'll get better I promise. This story will most likely be in Ethan's POV majority of the time.