Lost in New York {5SOS}

Chapter 4: You're Kidding Right?

"Teen Vogue. This is Leigh."

I had repeated this sentence at least fifty times today.

The phones were going crazy, and I was just beyond ready to go home. My hand hurt from writing down so many appointments, and I had a killer headache from listening to person after person talk to me. Let's just say that I was in a bad mood, and the slightest annoyance would drive me up the wall.

And today was just bad anyway because of it.

Oops?

"Hey, Leigh?"

I turned to look at the voice, Jack, and motioned to the phone between my head and chin, and gave him a "one second" motion. He just rolled his eyes at me, and began to speak again, when I glared at him and shook my head, trying to motion to him that I wasn't answering him right this second.

He continued to pester me by tapping his foot impatiently while I was listening to the woman complain and complain and never shut up.

He sighed drastically, and tapped his foot louder, and that noise was pushing me off the edge until I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Ma'am, would you mind holding on for just one second? Thank you." I pushed the hold button, not even giving her time to answer me back, and I glared at Jack.

Oh, if looks could kill... this bastard would be dead.

"What the hell do you want, Jack-ass?" I asked, adding ass to his name, because he was annoying the hell out of me, and I didn't really feel like being nice.

"Your boyfriend is on line two, just thought you'd want to kn-"

I cut him off.

"You interrupted me with a CLIENT... because you felt compelled to tell me that someone claiming to be my boyfriend is waiting on me!? Are you serious!?" I yelled at him.

"I just thought that you would want to know that loverboy is waiting for yo-" He tried to yell back, but I just yelled at him louder.

"I don't fucking care! He can wait! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a massive headache, a complaining lunatic on hold, and YOU annoying me!"

I turned back around so I wasn't facing Jack anymore, because I felt like I was about to rip his head off.

I heard him walk out the door and mutter, "bitch," before leaving. Great. Whatever. He was the one being the annoying pain in the ass.

I sighed loudly, but only because I coudn't scream at the top of my lungs. Today wasn't going well at all, and I was taking it out on everyone, and I wasn't meaning to, but I just couldn't handle it anymore. The stress of this high-maintenance job, being alone without my family, and just feeling like the weight of the world was crashing down on me was eating me up from inside.

I didn't know why I was suddenly feeling like this, I had been working this job for almost three months now, but with the show coming up in a matter of days, everything was on the line. It wasn't that I didn't feel good enough for the job, because I wouldn't have been hired otherwise, but I felt that everything was riding on whether or not I executed the job perfectly.

I had to do the seating arrangements.

I had to remind everyone about date and times.

I had to do the final count of designs and models.

I had to put my ass on the line in order for this to come out the way I wanted it to, and how Phil expected it to come out.

"Ugh..." I slammed my head on the desk.