Our Promise

Bad Mood

"You did not!" Sierra screamed as she stomped towards the door.

Saying that Sierra was angry was an understatement. She was beyond furious. She started to kick the door with her tiny little feet. I don't think she realized how stupid she looked kicking the door and losing her footing every few minutes because she was wearing heels. After her little kicking fiasco was over she moved on to knocking and patting the door.

"There is no point. This room is far away from everyone that works in this building. Do you have your phone?"

"Of course I don't have my phone! Don't you think that I would have called by now? Don't act so calm, it's your fault that we are stuck here in the first place." She said as she corned me to the wall.

"It's my fault? If you would of told me that the door was broken then I would have never gone into this revolting room with you. I'm an assistant. I only work for Dominic and trust me when I say that he would of never asked me to do this." I said as I pushed my way out of the corner.

"I had enough with your back talk. Get to work." Sierra walked up to a desk chair and tore of the plastic around it. She sat down on the chair and took out a magazine from her purse.

Wait so she keeps a magazine in her purse but not her phone? How does that make sense?

"Come on. Get back to work or else I will tell Dominic that you are the worst assistant ever and that you were no help at all. After all, he did say that you were representing him." She smiled evilly and turned back to her magazine.

Ugh. I hate that girl. She is so ugh. I glared at her just for the sake of showing my anger as I turned and picked up the broom from the floor. I let out a deep sigh as I started to sweep the dirt and let me tell you, it was a lot.

Cleaning wasn't so bad. Well if you count sweeping the floor for about twenty minutes. Once I finished sweeping the floor Sierra had the audacity to tell me that I missed a spot. She really had some nerve.

"Your stepping on the spot right now"she yawned as she flipped the page of her new magazine.

"Can you just help me?" I demanded as I put away the broom.

She looked up from her magazine and suddenly I thought that I saw a look of sympathy on her face. It quickly disappeared.

"Nah. I would but I just had my hair done and I also got a manicure. Plus, I am very interested in reading so if you excuse me."

Look at her. Oh my gosh, I am a princess and I can't do anything because I have a french manicure that probably costs more than this whole place is even worth. Makes me sick.

I turned around and just stared at the wall in front of me. All those boxes packaged nice and neatly. Usually when you get packages you are excited to open them. It's like Christmas presents. In this case, Sierra is Santa and I get coal.

"Don't open the packages first! Paint the walls first! And you call yourself an assistant." She shrieked as she stood up and slammed her magazine down on the chair. "Hurry up. Chop. Chop."

Chop chop? Really? That's the best she can do?

"Open that can of paint and grab a roller. I think I am going to go with lavender."

"How do you suppose I am going to reach the top of the wall?" I put my hands on my hips and frown as I look up at the walls. This is what I am payed for? If I knew this then I would of quit a long time ago. Fat chance of that happening know that Dominic is my boss.

"There is a ladder in the closet duh."she spoke to me as if she was speaking to a little child that was learning the alphabet. The thing that I one hundred percent can't stand is when people talk down to other people, like they are somehow above them.