Girl In The City

2.| Work

The vivid sound of my phone's alarm echoes all through the room.
I groan as I flatter my eyes open, reaching for my charging phone on the nightstand.
I dismiss the alarma and take my phone out of the charger as I sit up on the bed.

A small yawn escapes my mouth which I cover with my hand.
I turn and jump off the bed and walk to the bathroom.

I turn of the water and get undressed as I wait for it to get hot.
By the time I'm fully naked, the water is already warmed up.
I walk into the spacious shower and take a refreshing shower, making sure not to get my hair wet.

My hair is braided in a straight up hairstyle and I'm only planning on unbraiding during the weekend.

After my shower I turn off the water and dry myself with a soft, white towel from the rack before wrapping it around my body as I exit the bathroom.

I walk into the closet and find my bag that has all my toiletries and makeup and drag in out before laying it on the bed.

I find my favorite, velvety lotion and moisturize my body before putting on some undergarments and walking back into the closet.

I put on a rose red jumpsuit that has a v-neckline.
I match the jumpsuit with black Louis Vuitton heels.
Instead of makeup, I just put on some clear lipgloss and clean up my room before making my way to the kitchen.

The first I do when I enter the kitchen is open the fridge.
To my surprise the fridge is stacked with many, many, many food types.

I grab a pack of strawberries, blueberries, raspberries and grapes and make my way to the blender hoping to make a berry smoothie.

I quickly make my smoothie and pour it into a nice large transparent bottle.

I walk back to my room and grab my phone to check the tine and see that it's almost 8 a.m.
I grab my smoothie and walk out and to the elevator which doesn't take long.
The elevator doors open to the rude man from last night.

"Morning." I say warmly.

The man looks at me and doesn't greet back.
I decide that this man clearly isn't one to greet.

Maybe that's just how some Americans are. Rude, non-greeters.
After a few long minutes the elevator reach the garage floor and both me and Mr. Rudeness walk out.

I see Glen and walk over to the car.
As I settle in the backseat I notice Mr. Rudeness sit next to me in the backseat.

"Morning Mr. Richardson. Morning Letta." Glen starts the car.

I look at the so-called Mr. Richardson.

"So...what's the schedule for today?" I say breaking the thin ice.

He looks at me.
"Thank you for the smoothie." He says gesturing to the bottle in my hand and I widen my eyes.

"But this is mine." I say and notice his slight glare and hand the bottle over to him.

He takes a sip.
"I want this every morning." He says without looking at me.

Wow. That's just great. I haven't eaten breakfast and my boss just took all of it.

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After a while we pull up to a tall building which I assume is where I'll be working.

We enter the building and walk to the elevator. Mr. Richardson presses that last floor button which is the 60th floor.

Once we reach the last floor we both walk out of the elevator.
The last floor has about five doors.
Four huge-ish ones on either side and one LARGE double-door at the end of the hall.

We walk down the hall and he stops gesturing to a door on the right.

"That's your office." He says. "Let's go to mine so I can guve you the exclaimer." He says and walks to the big doors opening them.

The office is HUGE. It could basically fit our kitchen, living room and dining room from back home in Johannesburg.

The office is styled with a brown wood them.
The floor matches the colour of the floor while the leather couch- yes a couch- is black just like the two leather chairs on the one side of the table.
The main chair which is where he sits, is big and black. He sits in the chair having his back to the large window behind him which is out looking the city.

I take a seat in one of the chairs facing him.
I take out my phone and go to the notes.

"You'll be handling my appointments, meetings and all that stuff." He says. "I need you to schedule a meeting for with E news. I also need you to call my ex-wife Margaret and tell her that I'll be picking Henry up after school on Friday and also that to make sure that he has his clothes for the weekend." He says and I type all of that in my phone.

"When is the meeting?" I ask.

"Today. At 2 p.m. Make sure that they make it by that time, no later and if they come earlier they can only come at least 10 minutes earlier." He says and I nod. I sit there not sure what to do next.

"What are you still sitting here for?" He asks.
"Leave. You're dismissed." He says rudely and I scurry out of the room.

I hurry to my office and sit in my chair and start working.

This is going to be a tough job.

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