Chapter 5

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Jayden 

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After only being moved in for one weekend it was time to get to the grind. Back to work I go. Most of my things were moved in and put up although there are still minor things I need to take care of. All of which will probably get done in due time. I finished off my morning coffee and looking out the window. My new home has a lot of backyard space. Maybe I should get a dog or something. The place would feel a bit less lonely. 

As quick as the thought came into my head it left again. I spend way too much time working to actually care for something else. Dogs require almost as much attention as a significant other. I have no time for either so that's out. Maybe later on in life I'll find something to do with the space. I'm pretty sure my mom definitely will. 

I place my coffee mug in the sink after rinsing it off, planning on washing it when I get home, and grabbed my brief case. I headed outside to my car. I glanced over at my neighbor's house. I have met a good bit of the people in this neighborhood over the weekend. They all seem like okay people. The only one I haven't met was the one living next to me. That Friday I moved in they never came out of their house and all weekend the place looked empty. Even now the car wasn't in the driveway. Maybe I will catch them some time this week. But as of right now, I had to hurry to work. 

I bobbed my head to the radio as I rode to work. It was quite far and the traffic was terrible. I'm glad I left early because I sat in traffic for over an hour. I guess it's true what they say about Atlanta traffic. I made it with a little bit of time to spare thankfully. Especially since security was being a pain and wouldn't let me through since I didn't have an employee badge yet. After talking with the higher ups they allowed me to park and enter the building. It was a huge towering building with huge glass windows. You'd think this place was made up entirely of glass. 

"Hello ma'am," I went up to the reception desk. The young girl looked up at me in total awe. "My name's Jayden Hawke and I'm here as the new Financial District manager. I'm here to see Mr. Letterman." The girl was still just staring at me. "Miss?" I snapped my fingers in her face causing her to blink rapidly.

"Oh my god that's so embarrassing," she screeched. "I-I'm sorry sir. What did you say?" 

I sighed. This girl is very unprofessional. I'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she hadn't worked here for too long. "I'm here to see the CO. Your boss?"

"Oh!" Her face flushed of color. "R-Right away." She picked up the phone and spoke quickly. After a short conversation she hung up and stood up. "Right this way."

"Uh...maybe someone who's a bit more...experienced should show me the way."

"Well I've been here for over a year. I don't think I need too much experience to show you to the elevator," she spat with a bit of attitude. She led the way to the elevator and used a code to access it. "This elevator is restricted to managment on levels 65 to 70. So it's rarely in use. Any other employee on those floors will use the regular elevators. Once you get your keycard you'll be able to use this elevator as you please. You will be on level 67. The COO, CEO, and other upper management take over the 69 and 70th floors. Middle management have 68 and 67th floors. Lower level management have floors 65 and 66. 69 is also used for important client meetings and where meetings will be held." The doors opened. I stepped out and she stayed in the elevator. She gave me a fake smile. "This is as far as I can go. Just follow this hall until you get to a door. Have a good day!" She waved as the elevator door closed. 

"She's very unprofessional," I mumbled following her directions. I came to about four doors on this hall. I opened the one that said 'Finance and Design'. There was a couch in the small walkway. There was another woman sitting behind a huge reception desk talking to a man in a business suit. I walked up to them. "Hello, I'm Jayden Hawke."

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