Call me Donald

Mr. Trump

"OOF!" i shouted as my papers flew throughout the room.
darn not again
this happens to be the third time i dropped everything i owned- including my body. i pushed myself on to my knees and began grabbing the papers. i reached a little further to grab a paper farther away and felt a sting of pain in my leg. it turns out my knee was almost as hurt as my pride. i looked around the floor to see all of my hard work fricking everywhere.
this is going to take forever to clean up...
i thought sadly as i began to pick up the pace. It was my first day working in the white house and i already screwed up. i reached out to grab another paper and suddenly my hand collided with a slightly orange one. i gasped. could it be? i slowly raised my head and met his eyes. the man every girl and boy dreams about.
donald trump.
my cheeks heated up as i ripped my hand away. he let out a velvety chuckle.
"need some help?" he asked smoothly. i couldn't even form words. his golden locks brush against his face as he looked at me and his orange glow almost made me cry from beauty. i slowly nodded my head. he helped me pick up the papers and when he handed them to me, our hands brushed and i swore i felt a spark!
"thank you, mr.trump." i whispered in awe.
"please..." he whispered walking away with his back toward me. he opened the door and held it in his FIRM grasp. he turned and looked at me over his shoulder.

"call me donald."

i then fainted and died
the end