who I thought you were // pickdaisy

7.

  It was mid-July now, and today was the end of my third week at Morgan Contracting. On the third day or so, I figured out that Cameron was also working here for the summer, someone I planned on not talking to. Over the past couple weeks, I had seen a lot of him while hanging out with my new group of friends. 

   It was 8:30 a.m, and I had just left the house to get coffee. My dad and I travelled separately since he had meetings and such to check into earlier than I needed to be there. I was in charge of taking calls for him and scheduling his meetings, when his secretary got too busy with other important tasks: I was a secretary's secretary. A thrilling part of every one of my days.

   Since I didn't have a car, and was wearing a skirt into office today, I decided not to bike around. The nearest place was a local bakery that brewed in house blends, called "The Ol' Bean". Walking in, the strong scent of espresso flooded my senses and encouraged me to wake the hell up. For my dad, I ordered a medium black coffee, and for myself, a small (and heavily caffeinated) breakfast tea. I wasn't much for the taste of coffee, but it was definitely one of my favorite smells.

   After grabbing the two cups, I walked out of the bakery, then a couple blocks south. Entering my father's main office building, I said hello to the desk attendants, Fran and Suzie. The women were both in their early 60's and the typical "cheek-pincher" type of grandma. They adored me almost as much as I adored them, making my mornings brighter with a motivational message they got off of pinterest or something. Venturing further, I reached the elevators that were on either side of the wide hallway. Walking into one, I pressed 21 and rode up until my floor. I stepped out of the elevator, turned left, and quietly opened the door to my father's office, in case he was on a call. When I walked in, I saw him sitting there, along with Zach and Cameron. 

I cleared my throat, announcing myself: "Hey dad. Hi Zach... Cameron," muttering the last part, "Here's your coffee."

They all just stared at me for a couple more seconds. No talking, just staring. I cleared my throat again. 

   Suddenly feeling nervous, I spoke again: "So... what's this top secret meeting about?" I asked,     "I hope it isn't about firing me. That'd be awkward... since I'm your daughter." I said, forcing a laugh.

Why the hell isn't anyone saying anything, I thought to myself. It wasn't that bad of a joke. Okay... maybe it was? God please somebody say something

"I'm going to be driving you to work from now on." Cameron said rushed. That is definitely not what I thought, nor wanted to happen. The funny part is that nobody was laughing. Nobody jumped out and said, 'April fools... but in July'. Ashton Kutcher was nowhere to be seen. No hidden cameras for this prank. None of that.

"Uh, dad?" I looked at him confused. They must have thought I was going to overreact at that. I mean, why would I? It's not like Zach's son sucked. Unless.. he did, like a lot a lot .

"Cor, sweetheart, you have zero accessibility to any means of reasonable transportation, and I need you here on time." My dad said softly, careful to not hurt my feelings.

"What do you mean? I'm not la-" I looked down at my watch and it read 10:15. "Oh." I didn't think I had been taking that long to get for the past 2 weeks. I only had to walk 2ish miles to get here, from the coffee place. Well, also time to go order and wait for said coffee. Okay, he does have a point. 

"I'm sorry, that works for me." I said with a hint of embarrassment. I didn't want to argue over something when I was clearly in not in any position. Cameron almost looked... surprised. Maybe he thought that I would flip desks or throw my hot tea at him. Well, he wouldn't get that satisfaction. He maybe some righteous douche, but he wasn't right about me being overdramatic. At least on the surface.