"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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My feet carried me along the pavement, running in a fast paced manner towards the building. I blew out of my nose heavily, while trying not to drop the biodegradable cup holder. Also making sure not to step on black ice due to the frequent snow stores, praying that I won't hurt myself or the baby while dodging people.
The hot refreshments for a cold winter day in New York sloshing against the cups, spilling all over my fingers. My gloves soaked with coffee and hot tea, I winced in pain while stopping in the middle of the side walk to adjust the cups. I was rushing once Hector called two hours after Zayn had left, telling me that I needed to come in early. Being on time was definitely on my schedule, until he requested that I had picked up refreshments for the customers.
Apparently they had ran short on things, I was the only one who needed to be here earlier than others. While suggesting that our customers feel like they're at home, making them love the environment of our store. It didn't really make any sense to me, I thought if our work is good to them - why should we buy their love just for giving away free hors d'oeuvres.
But what did I know? I was just the artist who did most of the work, not someone whose had much practice in a gallery before like Hector.
Panic washing over me, before fixing them rightfully. The sound of Christmas music playing loudly, making me feel annoyed from running all over town. Being an employee to him was a great pain, even though he was consider the best. I had a difficult path most of the time, he didn't really like to comment on my work.
The weekend classes were actually different in a way, he was nicer since I did pay to be there just to learn and enhance my skills. But he was probably happy to be getting back the money I got from working there. Yet, most of the time - he didn't correspond to me being around, it was no problems at all though.
Most of my day inside of the gallery was spent working, I didn't take offense towards it at all. He was actually doing me a favor, most of time I had to deal with people being rude behind my back. But act nice to my face, it was slightly comforting in a weird way to know he didn't wanna pretend.
Opening the door as soft winter music greeted me inside, followed by warm air from the heat due to our central air system. My breath a little ragged while trying not to spill anymore of the drinks, putting a giant bag of treats from a local grocery store on the receptionist desk. Carmen waved eagerly and giving me a wink, her bright hot pink nails holding the phone as she took yet another order.
Out of everyone she was the only person I knew who would come in earlier, doing way more than anyone. I found it very considerate but also inspirational, trying to do as much the best to my abilities. This wasn't even a dream job for her, but she took on the responsibilities better than anyone I have ever met in my life.
Which made it all better for us sometimes even if it got a little overwhelming, Carmen kept the energy positive and fun. I waved back with a slight grin, removing my coat and destroyed gloves. Before hanging them up on the coat rack, she flagged me down in mid step before pointing towards a coffee then nodding in the direction of Hector's office.
