𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒 {𝐇.𝐒}

8

I have a hangover today, but I didn't even drink last night.

I know that sounds crazy as fuck, but I'm being serious. Like, I have a pounding headache and I feel so drowsy, but it's an alcohol-less hangover.

But anyways, today I'm going shopping with Claire for my job tomorrow.

Just a few pencil skirts, buttons ups, and dresses will do the trick.

I didn't know that being a personal assistant required knowing how to dress or being sexy and shit, cause if I would've known that, my ass wouldn't be doing this.

I get out of bed, my back aching a bit as I stood up.

Don't know why, because it never does that.

Anyways, I went into the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth, and took a shower.

I put on some leather leggings, a black T-shirt, and a black and brown trench coat.

Nothing too much.

I slide on some light gray slip one and headed out of my apartment, and seen one of my neighbors.

My neighbor's name is Billy Joe Buckingham, and he's an old man. He doesn't like me, or any of the other black residents in this apartment building.

Long story short, he's racist.

Anyways, this is gonna be fun.

"Whatcha doin our here, nigger? Thought'd you'd be gone by now." He seethes at me, and I roll my eyes but plaster a smile on my face.

"Hi, Mr. Buckingham. Yeah I'm still here, but thankfully I'm leaving soon." I tell him, and he chuckles to himself.

"Finally, that's one less nigger'n this buildin."

By the way, he's from Louisiana and I don't know how, when, and just why he moved up to the north. I got away from the South to get away from that shit, and here he is.

It's sad that this stuff is still goin on in 2018.

"Anyways, imma catch tha elevator witcha, so don't speak to me." He grunts, and I sigh.

Didn't wanna talk to you anyways, but here you are.

I try to be nice to him, because he's practically killing himself smoking cigarettes and having lung cancer.

So I try to make his last days as pleasant as possible.

We catch the elevator down, and I hear him muttering strings of cuss words under his breathe.

When the door opens, I'm relieved as I walk quickly out of there and step out into the crisp cool air, the stuffiness in the elevator with cigarette smoke and bad hygiene suffocating me.

I look around for Claire's BMW, and when I hear a car honk at me in front of the building, I look over and see her car with tinted windows.

I walk over and open the door, sliding into the car and the seat warmers cozying me up.

"Hey girl." I greet her, and she says hey back and we start up a conversation about how Zach wanted the theme to be Yankee Baseball while she wanted it to be monkeys.

"I just don't understand why he can't let me have this one idea fly by." She sighs, and I widen my eyes at her.

"Bitch you always get your way."

She says "true, true" before putting one of her hands in her belly.

"Hey, how about you have a room that can have both monkeys and baseball..." She looks at me if I was stupid so I elaborate more. "Like, the monkeys can wear Yankee uniforms and it will have baseballs around the room. Boom, best mashup of the century." I tell her, and she nods her head, thinking about it.

"That's actually not bad. You're a lifesaver, bitch."

"I know, bitch."

We arrive at the mall, and the first store we go in is Nordstrom.

Then we go to Forever 21, Hollister, and a couple of other places I can't remember the name of because they're very business formal-ly.

I think I ended up spending over six-hundred dollars.

"I'm broke. That was basically my rent right there." I huff, and Claire gives me a big hug.

"You'll be alright, Harry's gonna take good care of ya." She smiles.

"Yeah I know that. I haven't even started working in the office yet and he already wants to give me one of his apartments." I tell her, and her eyes widen.

"Bitch, he likes you."