𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐩'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭|

03|A NEW BEGINNING.

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I AM so on cloud 9! If you didn't realise, I am being cringy but proud of it. I am weird, who cares sistAr? As I just finish my dance, I see Instagram strut towards me intimidatingly. She clearly has dropped the "cute and girly" act.

Chapter 3:

My arms stretched out wide, I let out a humongous yawn (resembling a bear), at my bedside, lays my alarm: glaring at me viciously and suddenly shrieking at such a high frequency that my window breaks. I yelp loudly. Damn! I need to repair my window after work. Ugh! *sigh* As I attempt to hit the snooze button, I accidentally slam it, making my alarm run away -figuratively, it rolled away; out of my room, down the stairs, down to the very bottom of the stairs. Oh my goodness, I broke it! Man, call 911, it was broken. Please oh God, sweet heavens, don't let the wicked witch hear - oops, I actually meant my beloved and beautiful roommate, I can assure you I meant that from the very bottom of my heart. I should get ready for work, adios Earth.

As I enter the work building, and make my way up to my office, I see Instagram and Tiktok in the elevator. They both appear ticked off (get it? Because..Tik tok... never mind..). Instead of smirking and showing off their fake plastic curves, they glare daggers at me. Is it time for my funeral?

"Good morning, guys." I try to start some conversation to be pleasant because why not. New day, new beginning! At this minute, this second, they glare at me, I know I am so dead, I could kiss my dream (Youtube) away- all thanks to my brain. After what seemed like a century, Instagram finally breaks the silence and says, "Have you not heard yet, idiot? By the way, friendship OVER. Tik Tok is my 'g' now." In my head, I think since when were we friends? But being the coward I am, I keep my hole shut. Instead, "What did I not hear?" I ask like an idiot and she just airs me. Rude, what's her problem now?

As they walk off the elevator, I see my boss immediately approach me.

"Google," She says, "You've been promoted to Mr. Tube's secretary. Good luck."

Oh. My. Goodness. Gracious. Secretary?! Especially that of a (very hot 😏) manager of two departments. That means at least a 17% increase in salary as well as less working time. I can not believe it. OMG! I am replacing Tik Tok, that means... She lost her job. Thank sweet heavens! Maybe she will stop harassing and being mean to me. Fingers crossed. I quickly shuffle to my work station and begin emptying it. I begin to do my happy dance, which involves me jumping up and down, then kissing the floor, then spinning in a circle, then fist punching the air, then shaking my butt then screaming "yeeeeeeeeeeeehawwwwww". I am so on cloud 9! If you didn't realise, I am being cringy but proud of it. I am weird, who cares sistar? As I just finish my dance, I see Instagram strut towards me intimidatingly. She clearly has dropped the "cute and girly" act. She slumps herself down in MY seat and sighs, "I honestly am so sorry for the way I have been treating you." I don't know if she means it, or she is just saying it because I am going to be closer to Mr. Tube, so I just stay quiet.

As I enter his office, my hands shaking, my face pale as snow, paler than a white sheet paper, I force my feet one ahead of another, instead of doing the Michael Jackson moonwalk and impressing him instantly, I walk like a human, well I am trying to.

He turns around in his swivel chair to face me and grins like a cute little child, "Hey, you're my new secretary?"

"Y-yes" I say quietly. I set my stuff down on my table, at the back of his office and sit down.

"I want you to arrange these in order of latest to oldest." He walks over carrying a huge pile of papers in his muscular, smooth hands. Is a hand fetish a thing? Because I think I have it. I bring myself back to focus and begin working. I look up and see he is still standing there. Just staring at me with his stormy grey eyes. OMG, I think for the first time since my promotion, what if he doesn't want me as his secretary? What if he thinks I'm not good enough? What if-

"Is everything okay?" I ask quietly, and he snaps back to reality. "Uhh," He moans, "Yeah." And he turns around and walks back to his own desk. And begins to type on his computer, saying nothing.

Before long, I find myself done with his task. What am I supposed to do? I can't stare at him all day, no matter how much I want to. For goodness sake, I am supposed to be a secretary and do my damn job. What shall I do: get him coffee? Isn't he supposed to tell me what to do, he is my boss. OMG! He is my boss! My boss looks like a Greek God, actually better than a Greek God! Oof, how am I meant to cope with such a hot boss. Breathe, I tell myself and just do the job! I know immediately that I am not going to last long in this position and that I will be fired before long for being so incompetent. Ugh! I hate my life!

I decide I will be a good, dedicated secretary. Or at least, try to. I finally work up some courage and walk up to him, wringing my hands nervously. "S-sir?" I whisper.

He immediately turns around, his full attention on me, which is way more embarrassing than I thought it would be. "I am done with the task." I continue. "Ohh, already?" He flicks his wrist and looks at his watch. "Lunch is going to start soon," He says, "Why don't you get yourself some lunch a little early and I wouldn't mind a cup of coffee."
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THIS IS OUR FIRST BOOK.
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