When Harry, the CEO of Styles Inc. and richest bachelor in NYC, has to find a new PA to take his old ones spot, his old PA recommends her friend, Ebony.
Today's my first day at the office, and I'm pretty excited and nervous at the same time.
I'm just now getting into my apartment after leaving lectures this morning, and changing into my work attire.
I decide on having something simple on the first day, and what's more simple than plain black and white stripes?
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I pair the black and white long sleeve shirt with some high waisted black Bell bottom jeans. I tuck the shirt into my pants, and go to my closet and find some black heels.
I stand in front of my full body mirror and turn around, admiring my butt. I mean damn, it's fat as hellllll ya know what I'm sayyyinnnnnnn??!?!?!
Sorry, back to the day ahead...
So I actually take the taxi today, because I didn't want to bother Harry nor Claire. They've got more important things to do.
When I exit the taxi after paying the woman driving me, I walk into the building after giving myself a pep talk.
As I walk in, it seems as if everyone's staring at me and shit and it's creeping me the fuck out.
But then I realize, I'm probably the only black girl here...
But Claire worked here, so I'm guessing there isn't any racism going to be thrown at me if she didn't warn me about it.
But then again, Claire's mixed.
Anyways, I decide to not let it dawn on me and walk to the elevators, waiting for it to reach the lobby.
It finally does and I step in after it opens to an empty car.
I go up all the way to his floor, surprisingly not stopping at all.
When the doors opened, I walked down the long, marble frenzied hallway with the sleek decorations leading to his door.
I look at my phone and see that it's 1:31 P.M.
I'm late.
I knock on the door, and hear him say "Come in."
I draw a cross on my chest, asking God to please not let him choke the living mess out of me for being late.
I push the door open and step in, seeing him propping his feet onto his desk and scrolling through something on his phone.
"Mornin' Mr. Styles. I'm a little late, I know, but the traffic was ba-"
"How'd you get here?" He asks, and I gulp before answering.
