LE DIAMANTÉ ( THE DIAMOND) ON HOLD

1. Meeting Me

A/N : just in case you ignored the description

This book is a work of pure fiction. THIS BOOK MAY NOT BE REPRODUCED OR WRITTEN IN ANY MANNER WHATSOEVER WITHOUT WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM THE AUTHOR.

©Nerdy Queen Elle. (Asher Mwape)
ashermwape01@gmail.com
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Meeting Me

Marie
I dread mornings, I've never actually been a morning person.

Bright sunlight rays, chirping birds and good mellow thoughts are never my thing.

I prefer the dark, dim parts of a corner in my room, my eyes locking on to the khaki pages of the Harry Potter book I'm supposed to finish.
 
The cherry on this horrendously sweet cake  I call life is...It's Monday.

I sat in on bed, contemplating if I should really leave, or just lay here for another one hour like the procrastinating jerk I am.

But my alarm rings, pulling me from my thoughts.

I had things to get done.

I'm off my bed and rush to the shower, taking my one of my usual quick baths.

I don't look too long in the mirror.

I mean, why would I?

I already know I've got bright brown eyes, shoulder length hair, 5'5, nowhere near model perfect body, fair in complexion plus, my body couldn't pick between being white like my mother, or dark like my father, but thank the heavens I got his gorgeous hair...

And short temper as a bonus (yay me😒).

I'm currently patting my hair dry and piecing an outfit together.

A pair of black skinny jeans, a white office shirt and a jacket ain't bad, right?
 
Forcing my rather stubborn locks into a ponytail, I glance in my mirror one last time seeking self approval.

Contradictory, ain't it?

And oh for fuck sake! It's already 6:50.

I put my black Converse on (don't patronize me, they're are comfortable) throw my bag over my shoulder and I'm out the door, almost forgetting to lock it.

I have exactly thirty minutes to get to work, in no mood for my supervisor and her fight picky antiques.

The lady's over done face (cosmetically) is enough to piss me off, and her snarky voice just makes it worse.

Revving the engine of my Mini Cooper, I pull  out of my driveway, literally racing against time to reach my work place.

My phone reads 7:45 and damn it, I'm late!

Might as well practice a fitting apology.
I park my car taking out my bag and documents , I shuffle into the tall building I call work  swerving past elegantly dressed posh snobs making my way to the elevator. There's that annoying elevator music,why can't it be something upbeat and dance-able?.

Thank God for reflexes cause I almost bumped into some D cup boobs as I absent minded step out of the elevator , my apology jams right between my  teeth once I  look at the owner of the overly exposed chest and  fun-freaking-tastic
My supervisor.

"You're late again" she points out glaring at me stressing the 'g' in again.

"I wonder why Jeff won't get rid of you (Jeff being the one who gave me this job in the first place) he needs to stop hiring low life's"

If I could roll my eyes any further I would have, I'd rather be a lowlife than a company whore , but as life or Mondays  would have it I bite my tongue and give her a forced smile, she scoffs walking away.

Edith Mitchell is a tall sassy  (pardon my french )  bitchy  wanna be boss.

I walk to my working space place my valuables in the lower drawer and quickly get busy .

"Hey Marie uh.. Carlos wants the documents from the Stockholm firm forwarded to him immediately and the contract and invoices sent to his office too"
Sydney's face is glued to her tablet as she speaks

"Sure I'll send them through",her gaze shifts from her tablet to my feet .

"what the bloody  hell are those?!" ,She whisper yells pointing her pen at my shoes a scowl creeping up on her face.

"Sandwiches" (note my sarcasm)  people and obvious question plain annoying. Right?

"How dare you compare food to those things" her British accent dances around every word
"those aren't shoes, those my dear Marie-Alice are a fashion disaster ,come with me " she just  jerks me out of my seat and drags me to her office.

"I should sue you for public indecency,my gosh do I have to check on you every morning to make sure you don't embarrass me?"

I put my hands on my hips silently watching her dramatic runt whilst she goes through  her drawers and pulls out a pair of teal wedges .Great😒 

who even keeps an extra pair of shoes in a work drawer?

"No,no ,no there's no way I'm putting those on" I protest

"Honey I'm not asking,  I'm telling, for the love of high fashion you look ridiculous enough as it is,put them on or I'll force them on you"

"Sydney you know I hate high heels" I point out sounding like a child pleading with her mother to let her skip the Vegetables.

"I don't care , you're putting them on" and with that she grabs my feet making me land right on ass and begins wrestling with my feet yanking my sneakers off.

"Alright , alright" I say in a fit of giggles "I'll put the damn shoes on "

Her face lights up into a smile and she let's go of my feet.I grab the shoes and put them on mentally telling myself I'd regret giving in to this idea. To my surprise they are comfortable not as comfy as my shoes but close.

"Ah see much better ,now how about some make up hum-mm?" She raises her eyebrows in emphasis

"That's where I draw the line Missy , I'm already in these death traps you call shoes your not smearing that stuff on my face"

"Jesus you're such a boy" she teases

"I'm your boy" i say sticking my tongue out in a childish manner at her "I gotta go ,pray I don't break my neck in these things"

"I hope you do" she laughs as she drags her seat closer to her desk.

Sydney Calvera is the lawyer of 
"le diamant" a company specialized in jewelry , clothing and supply of precious rocks,not only is she a damn good lawyer but my ride or die too.

Back at  my desk quickly preparing the documents she asked me for earlier. Once I'm done piling up everything I place the papers in a folder make my  way to the my CEO's office since I'm his assistant.

I grab hold of his door knob and as I walk in I bump into this block of a man,the impact sends my folder flying out of my hands and in return I get coffee all over my blouse ,great just freaking great!

A/N  heyo!
Yep I'm at it again ,this is a new book hehe obviously😅.

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