How To Get Over A Man

3:...and Givenchy too.

"Oh my goodness ma'am, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry ma'am." The words rushed out of the man's lips in one breath, empty coffee cup in one hand.

He was short, with chestnut brown hair. He naturally had sad eyes, with the corners of his eyelids pointing towards the floor, but with the situation at hand, he appeared even sadder.

Amelia gave the man a belittling down then up sweep of her eyes, taking note that he was dressed in the deep blue cleaners uniform of the company.

"You unpleasant lowlife!" She breathed down on him. "Look at what you've done?"

"I didn't mean to– it..we…I got an emergency call and…and…" The poor cleaner's rambling faded off into a whimper the more vicious Amelia's eyes looked. 

"Huhhh!" Amelia sighed exasperatedly. "When did I employ such a dumbo? Imagine I were to be a client important to this company or a potential investor and this…"— she looked down at her dress, she seemed to be looking for the right word to describe the ugly state of her dress— "... mishap happens on a Monday morning such as this one that was meant to start well. What would you tell such client?"

The cleaner's jaw wavered. "Uuh…uh.. b-but it's only a small stain."

"A small stain!" Amelia gasped. "Humph! You're giving me a wrinkle. What's your name?" She asked despite the five letters of his first name plainly written in bold letters on a tag clipped to the left side of his chest.

"L-larry ma'am."

"Larry," she repeated. "Of course." She rolled her eyes before setting a steady gaze on him. "Larry, you're clearly not beneficial to this company. I'd rather you seek employment somewhere else…" she made a steeple with her fingers. "...more fitting."

Larry's eyes expanded, his mouth fell open and a small burst of air escaped. "Ma'am."

"Receptionist!" Amelia yelled.

"Yes ma'am!" Bennie yelled back from his corner, his chair toppling over as he tried to show up in front of her in time. "Yes ma'am." He repeated, already panting.

"Put up a vacancy flyer for an appropriate cleaner would you?"

"Yes ma'am." Bennie nodded, casting a pitiful glance at Larry's way. 

"And you," Amelia turned to Larry. "I wish you a better employment. Honestly." She scoffed and pushed past him towards the elevator. 

Larry staggered off to the side.

"Ma'am. Please. I beg you. I-i'm sorry. It wasn't a small stain. It was a big stain and that was very clumsy of… Ma'am? Ma'am?" Larry continued to plead as the elevator door slid close.

Larry slumped to the floor on his knees unable to take the fact that he had just lost his job before a week was over. The onlooking employees could only shake their heads in sympathy as they returned to their work, leaving Larry staring at the cold walls of the elevator.

The elevator went up with the song as Amelia's only company. The higher it went, the more Amelia got impatient.

Ting! The elevator signalled its arrival at its destination which was the top floor that held only Amelia's office, her private secretary's corner, and a large conference room for very important meetings. 

The sound from Amelia's heels echoed around the space of the top floor as she walked the distance to her office. Soft light spilled from the overhead ceiling and chandeliers. Everywhere was polished and sparkling clean, made with a creme and brown theme. 

Her private secretary, with her hair nearly white blonde hair packed towards the back in a simple elegant bun and upper body sporting a crisp navy blue shirt and a white silk scarf tied around her neck, looked up from her work—already scribbling something— and stood up to greet her boss. Her eyes fell to the coffee stain, lingering for a second.