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Angelina Woods

I look up at the huge enterprise that will be first job in the fashion world for me. This actually wasn't even a job. I'm an intern, for the famous fashion magazine Vogue. I had just gotten out and graduated school that was all about fashion. My parents sent me all the way to new york to go onto my dream career in the fashion world and well, now I'm here.

As I entered the big glass doors and entered the building, people walking here and there rushing as cups of starbucks in their hands or fashion books or other things a they run to their stations. I walk up to the front desk where about five women are behind the desk on their computers. All of them blonde and wore blue jumpers and had red glossy lips.

"Name?" The lady asked I was standing in front of. She looked kinda intimidating. Actually, everyone here did.

"Oh um- Angelina Woods." I answered as I straightened out my skirt. She was typing up and name and then used her mouse to scull threw something i couldn't see.

"You are here for the intern job correct, Miss Woods?" She asked giving me a smile.

"Yes, that is correct."

"Then just go straight, goto one of the elevators and go up to the top floor. Mr.Hemmming's assistant will assist you with everything." The lady said. I just gave her nod and a quiet 'thank you' and headed my way. I did was she said, go down the crowded hallway, went to the elevator and squeezed in the crowd of people.

The people that waited for their floor slowly went away and soon I was the only one left. When I came up it was way, way, way less crowded than all the other floors. After I walked threw the door and saw a man at the desk playing on his phone. When he saw me he sat down in his chair and fixed himself. "May I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm here for the intern job, one of those blonde chicks told me to look for the assistant for Mr.Hemmings or something.." I answered. The man had lightly dark skin, jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He looked kinda Asian to me but I wasn't really sure. He was wearing a black top with a button up vest on top of it with some jeans and boots. He actually was kinda hot.

"Oh, well I'm Mr.Hemming's assistant. I'm Calum Hood. I'll show you your desk and what you'll be doing." He said and pulled on coat off for me. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Its Angelina Woods."

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After Calum had told me everything I needed to do to and what I was supposed to do I had all my notes for my first day.

"Oh by the way, you have get his morning coffee too. That's like super important." Calum said looking at me seriously. "The last girl that was here, she was fired after a week because she forgot his coffee. Never ever, ever forget that."

I nodded and wrote that down on my notes in bold, "Bring Mr.Hemmings coffee everyday"

Then a tall blonde man walked threw the elevator with people surrounding him talking away. "Mr.Hemmings, your new intern is here. This is Miss Woods." Calum said to Mr.Hemmings.

Mr.Hemmings turned to me. "Nice to meet you Miss Woods, I expect high expectations from you." His cold blue eyes looking into my brown ones. He brought my hand to his lips kissing it softly then walked to his office closing his door behind him.

This job may be an extra ten times harder then I thought it would be. After the whole mob thing they all walked off and it became quiet again like it was before.

"That happens a lot just so you know." Calum laughed quietly. Two men came threw the elevator. one wearing a vest but his was brown with a white button up and blue distressed jeans and brown boots like Calum's and he had a hat on his head that was a nice color that matched the vest.

The other guy had red blazing hair and wore a blazer and black jeans with some combat boots.

"Come on Cal, We're going out to lunch." The one with the red hair said.

Calum nodded and grabbed his coat. "Miss Woods if phone reads just take a message for me and let me know after my break." I just nodded, swallowing hard. My first job of the day. "Oh, by the way, these are my friends Mr.Irwin and Mr.Clifford, guys, his is Mr.Hemmings new intern."

Mr.Irwin held his hand out. "Nice to meet you miss, I work on the designing facility, where we create the designs of clothing for each issue." He smiled.

Mr.Clifford did the same. "And well...I work on the editing for the cover and stuff."

"Nice to meet you both. Have a nice lunch." I smiled to both of them and the men walked to the elevator and disappeared. I sighed quietly, running my fingers threw my long bangs, sitting down at my desk.

As I sat around in my desk I quickly started to get bored. So I stared to soon around in the desk chair. I went really fast and was laughing at this point.

"Ehem....Miss Woods.."

I gasped and stopped and my hair slammed into my face but I quickly and sat up straining myself out and Mr.Hemmings was right in front of me. I bit the inside of my cheek. "Uh- yes M-Mr.Hemmings?" I answered.

"Exactly what where you doing?" He asked as his jaw tightened and looked annoyed by me a little already.

"I- uh...I was-"

"That was all I had to hear thank you," He sighed. "Get me a coffee, Now. With extra cream and sugar." He added and walked back to his office, slamming the door behind him.

Right away I scrabbled to my feet and went to get him a coffee and got extra cream and sugar like he said. After I got his coffee I hurried up to his office. He was on his laptop typing away not even noticing me. I placed his coffee on his desk and headed out the door.

"Oh and Miss Woods,"

"Yes, Mr.Hemmings?"

"Welcome to Vogue."

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hello there.

yes...i am starting another fanfic.

ive been inspired to write this story by the amazing radiomuke

really her Mr.Hemmings is amazing so far im reading and im like sobbing at how amazing it is

so im dedicating this to her cause ily

anyways....IF YOU ARE A LITTLE KID THEN JUST STOP HERE AND TURN AROUND AND DONT READ THIS IF YOUR NOT INTO NAKED PEOPLE AND SEX JUST OK

so yeah dont read if your not into this crap

have a lovely day kittens :)

ps. all hearts through chaps means the important ones xx

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