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The Rookie

Christopher Galando POV:

"..and that is the newest information about the upcoming election. I hope you help Blue Lake, New York by voting for the new governer," I quietly said to myself while typing my most recent article. I hope Mr. Robly will like it. I just started here about two weeks ago and I don't think I'm making such a good empression. I spilled coffee on my desk, typed a 5421 word article with 24 mispelled words, and got on Mr. Robly's really bad side.

However I have seen this one girl, I really like her name is Rachel Goosh. She is beautiful, and a wonderful person. I haven't had much time to talk to her though, she is Mr. Robly's assistant and I am just a writer so our paths don't cross much. On my first day I saw her in the elevator she looked uncomfortable and in a hurry to get out. I asked her which floor was Daily Interests workspace B5. She said fifth floor and asked if I was the new employee. I said I was and asked her if she worked here. She said he was Mr. Robly's assist. The doors opened on the third floor and she also ran out of the elevator. I hope I didn't freak her out, she seem like she was in a huge hurry to get out of there. After that, I tried to talk to her, but words don't come very well.

I started to give him an article on my third day about the newest movie out, George Washington; one of our founding fathers. That morning I was in such a hurry to finish it I knocked over my coffee. While typing so fast I forgot to spell check it so it had 24 mispelled words in it. I then handled it into Mr. Robly at 1:35, which turns out to be his nap time. He was super mad at me and really, really grumpy. I've tried to advoid him ever since. Then he said the article was boring and pointless, and that nobody wanted to see the movie, so why would they read an article about it.

If Rachel is his assistant, maybe he is nicer to her, I won't have to talk to him and I get a chance to talk to Rachel. I started to dial's Rachel's desk number, 65534. Ah, Rachel.

Rachel Goosh's POV:

"Hello there Christopher, you asked for me?" I asked Christopher.

Startled Christopher turned around with his eyes big, saying, "Oh, y-yes, I did call for you Rachel. I just got finish with an article about the election of the new governer. Do you think Mr. Robly would enjoy it?"

"Christopher, when you work here longer you will understand Mr. Robly enjoys just about nobody and nothing," I replied, as his smile started to vanish, "No dout that, that article of yours is probably a good one. I'll take it to him if you'd like."

"Uh, thanks but I can take it to him if you'd like," he suggested.

"I don't think that would be such a good idea, since your just started working here three weeks ago, no offense though. It's just--" I said as Christopher cut me off.

"I understand. Thanks for doing this for me, " He said smiling and handing me a beige folder.

"No problem." I replied, taking the folder.

Christopher is a nice kid. I met him in an elevator the first day he was here I think. We just talked a little bit, I was in a hurry to get to Mr. Robly's office because I was running late that day. As soon as that elevator stopped at the third floor, I was out of there. Ever since, we've crossed paths a few times but we don't talk.

Then, I started toward Mr. Robly's office. He is by far the most grumpy person I've ever met. I have been working here for a little over a year and you'd think I'd get a little more respect. Well, Mr. Robly doesn't think that, I don't even think he really appriciates me. Maybe one day he will.

I looked through the glasswalls of his office, and then glanced at my clock, 3:43. Well he'll be in an even worse mood now that I'm going to wake him up during his nap. I'm glad I didn't send Christopher in here, he'd be fired probably. I opened the glassdoor and walked over in front of his desk.

"Mr. Robly? Mr. Robly, are you wake?" I politly asked.

Evan Robly's POV:

I was in a very nice, deep sleep until Rachel woke me up for no good reason at all.

"Mr. Robly? Mr. Robly, are you awake?" Rachel asked.

"What?" I replied in a rather grumpy and sleepy tone.

"Christopher has an article for the next up coming issue," she replied while laying a beige folder on my desk.

"Okay, now go away." I said.

Rachel, used to my rudeness, walked out the glassdoor of my office. Rachel, what a nice girl, she has only been working here for about one year, by far the best assistant ever, but I'm not going to tell her that. I never give compliments unless absolute nesscary. But now I do not like rachel much, she destroyed on eof my best naps ever. Rachel just had to wake me up to give me a folder, a stinking beige folder.

I glanced slightly to my left seeing the clock read, 3:47. Only about four more hours until I can go home. Ah. Well, I'd better start editing the rookie's article. I opened the beige folder and starte to read about, the election of Blue Lake, New York's new governer.