Babysitting Hamilton

Chapter Two

I woke up in the wrong room, on the wrong bed, at the wrong time. Realizing the light of the sky shorn a little too bright and I was still in the same suit I was wearing the day before. It was Thursday, and I had work. Checking my watch only gave me even more frustrations, allowing me only thirty minutes, to take a shower, get dressed, have my breakfast, and still make it to work early enough to still be in Charlie's good books.

Charlie was impatient, more like myself really. He was my manager, and at most times acted like my boss, but I didn't complain as I liked his very persistent attitude. Charlie made sure I got as many high class cases as I could. He always said, “Now Ms Greene, the more cases there are, the more money you have. And the more money you have, the higher my salary.”

As I walked out of the shower, I thought of which suit to wear, alternatively going with one of my favorites, black. Black was a go to color almost every day really. Except for the days I felt like switching it up a bit. Of which on those days, I wore, dark gray, or light gray, or sometimes even a dark navy blue. I had many other colored suits in my closet but chose rather to wear the dull colors. Because of a particular fashion tip I was given by Mrs Martin.

“You see,” she said, “There's only one tip to always keeping it professional Scarlette, if you wear dull colors all the time, you'll be predictable. I know sometimes predictable is bad. But in this case, it's good. Because people already know what you'll be dressed in, they won't bother checking what you're wearing,” I used to smile when she reminded me of this.

“But when you're not predictable, however, is when things really don't work in your favor, and breaking the pattern could cause a whole talk in the workplace. And we don't want that do we?” she would say as I laughed. “No we don't Mrs Martin,” I answered after every success tip she ever gave me. And since then, I've stuck with her tip.

I only break the rules, at whether I wear, panted suits or skirted suits. Of which at most I prefer panted suits. All tapered to fit the owner, my suit trousers are quite tight on me, from hip to ankle. But not too tight to cause a distraction, just tight enough, to leave everybody wondering. And my skirts, are above the knee, also not too short, and not too tight to cause a throttle when I walk.

I got dressed and decided not to have my breakfast at home and brushed my teeth. As I looked down at my watch to meet, a 06:49. Meaning I had exactly eleven minutes left to be early for work. I grabbed my briefcase as I walked past the kitchen counter, grabbing my car and apartment keys with. One could almost say, I was a bit too organized.

I liked my things the way I liked them. Everything had a place, a place where it belonged, and seeing it out of place made my insides itch uncomfortably. I locked my door making sure to turn it twice in an attempt to open it making sure it was securely locked before taking the elevator down to the parking lot, which was at the second negative floor.

I walked, the same way I always did, my black stilettos making a sound as the heel met the the ground. As one lifted and silenced, the other replaced it, echoing the same sound, the sound of success. Moving me with grace as I spotted my black Porsche Cayenne near one of the pots divisions.

I quickly pressed the unlock button as the car hummed twice, unlocking as I glide into the driver seat. Putting my briefcase onto the passenger seat and slowly putting the key in, as the ignition started softly and effortlessly. As I smiled at the memory of when Mrs Martin and her husband had first gotten it for me just a year ago on my twenty first birthday.

As I drove into the parking lot of the building, I wondered if I'd gotten any calls from any unsaved numbers. Rembering my call with Mrs Martin the previous night, someone was supposed to call soon. I looked at the screen of my phone, noticing it was still only 06:57. I figured it was still a bit early, so I grabbed my briefcase and phone, headed towards the elevator.

I stood quietly in the elevator after I'd pressed the button to the thirty seventh floor. See, the company I worked for was no normal company. Here, we were all Psychiatrists, some specialized for particular cases and and some with more experience than others. The building had exactly thirty nine floors. Each one of us was expected to have a manager, which was what the thirty eight floor was for. All the managers of all the Psychiatrists employed by the company were kept on the thirty eighth floor.

The top floor was ‘The Boss's’ floor. In three years of working at the company, I had only been to the boss's office twice. And even after that, other employees had never been there at all. The boss called the managers when problems arose. And when one was promoted, the boss, Mr Presley, had you personaly delivered to his office for a talk. I had had two talks with the boss, therefore explaining my office on the thirty seventh floor.

The floor only had two offices, one belonging to Mr Gerald who felt too special and too high in authority to associate with the other workers. He was well, egoistic. The number of offices on a floor increased as they went down. The thirtieth floor had only a boardroom. And the twentieth floor had the lunch room and cafeteria, though I hardly ate the food from there, I still sat amongst the other workers, even when I had work, I'd carry my laptop there and work as I sipped on my coffee and had a bun.

“Hello, is this Ms Greene?” a mature female spoke as soon as I answered my phone. “Yes, yes it is,” I answered as I continued to stand in the elevator, now on the twenty second floor. “I got your card from a very close friend, she mentioned you were a Psychiatrist and would be able to help my nephew?” “Oh yes of course, but you'll unfortunately have to let me check in with my boss first. I will call you back, or I'll have my manager call you. Mind telling me who it is I am speaking to?” I spoke as I quickly put the phone on loud, and opened my apple notebook as I began to type.

“Oh yes of course, I am Mrs O'Brian, and the patient is my nephew,” she repeated and I smiled at the amount of patience she possessed. “Thank you Mrs O'Brian,” I said as she quickly answered, “Oh thank you dear.” I smiled reaching the top floor as Linda my assistant took my briefcase and passed me the phone and I answered, “Hello, Scarlette Greene speaking?”

“Hello Scarlette,” I have been trying to find your number for quite a while now. I've called to say thank you so much. You would not believe, in your wildest dreams, what has just happened,” the man spoke over the phone not allowing me to speak as I smiled knowing it was Daniel McCaskey. “What happened Daniel?” I asked bluntly as he chuckled before answering, “I've received yet another promotion!”

“Well, that's great, celebrating success then?” I asked as Linda walked ahead of me towards my office. “Yeah, Saturday, I'm having a few people come over, I want you to come too,” he said as I smiled. “I'd love to come Daniel, if I can of course,” I said as he sighed on the other side of phone, “I hope you will. It'd be a bore without you here.”

“But for now, I regret to say goodbye, I have a rather a handful of people to attend to,” he said as I smiled before sitting down at my desk, “Goodbye Daniel. It was lovely hearing from you.” As Linda placed my briefcase near me she added, “Charlie looked for you last night after you'd left Ms Greene. He said he'd hoped you'd have had time to go out, but guessed you were tired or, I guess otherwise ingaged. Ms Greene, also, I grabbed you a coffee, with two sugars as you instructed instead of four,” she continued as she handed me the coffee mug with a smile. Linda was a sweet little girl, she did as told and simply obliged ever rule and instruction I has set for her.

“You can tell Charlie when he gets here that I apologize for having left without informing him first but I was little bit tired. Also, I want you to tell him to get to my office when he gets here, I have someone I'd like him to speak to on my behalf.”