Under My Umbrella

Chapter One

Oh my gosh! Why today. I have an interview to get to and it decides to rain. Really? I grabbed my umbrella from the hook by the door and head out. Hopefully I'll be able to catch a cab in this weather. I walked to the corner of twenty-ninth street. I wanted to stick my arm out to wave a cab, but I was wearing my new Chanel Chanel suit-with the black handbag-and I wasn't planning on ruining that. I stood for a minute, no cab stopped. I looked at my watch and it was almost nine. My interview began at nine thirty. I need to man up. It's just a suit. This is my career we're talking about. It's only a five hundred dollar suit. Career. Suit. Career. Suit. Care---

"Taxi!" A man standing next to me said. I got startled and dropped my handbag.

"You little..." I bent down to pick it up from the mud puddle it landed in, "That was Chanel!"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Here, let me see it."

I opened it with my thumb and forefinger, took out my wallet and iPhone, then handed it to him, making sure my suit didn't get wet. He took out a wipe and started wiping it of the best he could.

"Just give it back." I said snatching it from him and throwing it into the trash can behind me.

The taxi he'd called for had arrived. He opened the door for me and said, "Ladies first." I got in and scooted all the way to the other end. He got in after me and closed the door.

"Where to?" The cab driver said.

"Fifth Avenue for me." I said to the cabbie.

"Same," The guy said.

Really? I'm gonna kill myself. I thought. My phone! I took it out of my back pocket. I closed my eyes and wished on everything that it still worked. This phone was my life right now. I pushed the on button and slowly opened my eyes.

"YEAS!! Omigosh! I thought you'd never work again!" I kissed my phone's screen, like, three times. "What?" I asked the guy. I realized that this was the first time I actually looked at him. He was actually kinda handsome. I blushed and looked out the window. The cab stopped in front of Vogue.

We got out the cab and he offered to pay the cabbie. And me being the nice person, let him.

"Thank you...," I said.

He turned around and smiled. "It was my pleasure." His teeth were so white...I could feel myself blushing. I smiled and walked into Vogue. I looked at my watch. Oh my gosh! It was three minutes to nine thirty. I ran to the front desk and asked for Ms. Mona, the CEO.

"Go to the 5th floor. Then uh...make a right at the water fountain. And you should see a big glass office...that's Ms. Mona's office," the lady said.

"Thanks" I said. I walked over to the elevator and push the little up button. The elevator was taking too long and I didn't have a second to spare. I would have to use the dreaded stairs...all the way up to the 5th floor. Just the thought made my knees buckle, but I had no other choice. I ran up those steps like mad dog was chasing me. All you heard was my heels' clicks and clacks. The clangor was enough to echo through the halls. I reached the fifth floor. I made a right at the water fountain and I saw the glass office. I stood there for a second to gather my breath. I straightened my jacket, tried to look as decent as I possible could, and walked in with as all the confidence I could muster. I walked into the office. A lady walked up to me. She looked about mid forty. She had jet black hair with some streaks of gray. She wore a dark blue dress and a white scarf. She was pretty for a forty something year old.

"Hello, I'm Mona. You must be Chelsea Osburn." she said.

"Yes, yes. I am. Nice to meet you, Ms. Mona".

"Likewise. Come sit." She directed me to a chair and I sat. "Cappuccino?" she said as she poured herself a cup.

"Yes, please...Thank you."

"So," she began talking, "What makes you think you would make a great asset to my team?"

"I believe that I'd be an amazing asset because I have experience, talent, and charisma." She went on to ask me usual interview-y questions.

At the end of it all, she sat back in her chair and looked at me. She stretched her hand across the desk and said, "Welcome to Vogue's modeling enterprise. We're glad to have you on board. You start tomorrow. Don't be late."

" Omigosh! Thank you so much." I squealed with such excitement. I think I hugged her. I'm not sure, I was so happy. My career was finally about to start. I was so happy that nothing could possibly change the mood I was in.