Hate is a strong word

Chapter 2

I walked into the gigantic office building that I now get to spend countless hours in. I eagerly made my way to Mr. Roger's office to find his door open, just like I had entered it the day before. He was on the phone, so I stood silently by the door waiting for him to finish.

"You can come in, Rebecca." He set the phone back in its place and motioned for me to come in. I made my way inside the office and sat in the chair across from his desk. He picked up a folder and handed it to me.

"To start off, I want to be the first to welcome you to the New York photographer family. It's a very competitive way of life, so you need to start training now. Think of it like a marathon. You train everyday for years, until you get a big break, in that case you reach the finish line. The only difference is that in photography, there is no finish line."

As he said his, he walked around the desk and sat in front of me. He looked me in the eyes and I immediately felt intimidated, like a puppy looking into the eyes of a lion.

I opened the folder and saw a piece of paper explaining my first job. I studied it closely and realized that I was going to take pictures of a celebrity. Who, I had no idea.

"This says that I will be taking pictures of celebrities. The application didn't have anything about that on it."

"We are starting a new branch of the company, and we want you to be the one of the first photographers. This branch will take pictures of celebrities, and the pictures will go in our magazines and on our bill boards all over the nation. It's a very big role, but we feel that you are ready."

I gulped, immediately feeling the pressure. This is my first job out of college, and they want me to fill this big role? I'll be meeting freaking celebrities, and my pictures will be going everywhere. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited about this opportunity. I just don't want to screw it up and ruin my career forever.

"Who's my first client?"

"You may know him. His name is Shawn Mendes. He is a rising pop star, and is becoming very famous. I think that you are capable of this, it's nothing to stress yourself out about. All of the information is in the folder. I'll have someone take you to your new office and if you have any questions, feel free to ask me or your manager."

Again, I nodded and stood up. I brushed off my dress and waited for him to call someone to show me to my new office.

"Hello, Stephanie? I'm here with the new addition, Rebecca. Can you send up Nash? Yeah, tell him I need him here now. I need him to show Ms. Times to her office...Yes, the new building... It's not that difficult...Yes...Ok, thank you."

I froze when he mentioned Nash. Was he talking about pizza Nash? Surely not. But then again, how many guys in New York are named Nash? But it's not common for a pizza guy to also have a job at a very big magazine company.

"Nash? Are you talking about pizza Nash? Like, Nash that also has a job as a pizza delivery guy?"

Mr. Rogers looked at me skeptically before putting up the phone and taking a sip from a coffee cup on his desk.

"I don't know much about my employees outside of the office, and I intend to keep it that way. If Nash has a job as a pizza delivery guy as well, good for him. It doesn't surprise me, I'm still wondering why I hired him in the first place. The kid, excuse me for my language, is stupid."

I covered my mouth, covering my smile. I slightly feeling more relaxed around Mr. Rogers, knowing that he actually has a sense of humor.

Just as I was about to say something, Nash walks in. Yes, it is pizza Nash. He looks at me and instantly smiles, in which I give him a small wave back.

"Hey, Mr. Rogers. The new building, correct?"

"Yes, Nash." He rolled his eyes, referring to the multiple times he stood Stephanie, who I still haven't met, that my office was in the new building. I giggled before turning to follow Nash out the door.

"Wait, Nash. I need to ask you something." Mr. Rogers says as we reach the door.

Nash turns to face Mr. Rogers and gives him a look, telling him to ask.

"Are you also a pizza delivery guy?"

I can't help but let out a laugh, especially after Nash's bewildered expression.

"How did you know?!"

Mr. Rogers just smiles and looks at the papers on his desk. "I have my sources."