"Over here is Mr. Roger's office, and over here is your cubicle. You'll be filing papers, setting up appointments, whatever you get assigned to do..." Emily, the receptionist, showed me around the huge office.
He was one of the CEO's, and friends with my Dad.
It was on the 15th floor of a huge building. I always used to pass by it, but never thought anything much of it. Business men in suits would always walk out, some screaming into their phones about a deal they fucked up. Reminded me of something out the movie Wolf of Wallstreet.
It was called the RGF Advertising Agency—what RGF stood for, I didn't care. I just knew they were one of the most successful advertising companies in Los Angeles.
"Nia?" I turned around, realizing I had dozed off looking over at all the people coming in and out of the office.
I turned back to Emily, following her as she continued the tour.
"It's not usually this busy. It's just the end of the month, people start missing deadlines and they're trying to catch up or whatever," Emily began.
She pointed at some of the cubicles, which in my eyes were basically the unimportant part of the company. We finally got the interesting part.
"These glass offices are each for our CEO, Roger Mills, the CFO, the COO, the CIO..." we walked past each office. "Oh, and of course our Chief Creative Director, Mr. Okonma. You'll mostly report to him as well as Rogers."
"Oh, look, they're having a meeting right now." Emily walked over to the conference room next to his office, a frosted glass wall—entirely visible to everyone outside. It was about six men around a long conference table, all looking up at the man talking.
"The one talking is Mr. Okonma. He pitches his ideas to the clients. They get into arguments a lot...you'll see. It happens a lot around here," she jokingly smiled.
I raised a brow, unsure. They looked like they were presenting some sort of magazine ad or commercial for a tequila drink? I couldn't really make out what it was before Emily nudged me to continue.
"Here's your first stack of files to do. Just organize them by date," She handed me the stack of papers; I almost couldn't see in front of me. "Let me know when you're done!"
...
"Nah, tell him the deal was six figures. I know what I'm doing,"
I looked up at the deep voice that passed my cubicle. It was Mr. Okonma, I think that was his name. He was on the phone.
He stopped halfway to his office when he looked back. I quickly looked away, staring down at the files in front of me.
I heard his footsteps come closer.
"Tell Rogers that Johnson wants to reschedule."
I looked up at him confused.
"Oh no, I'm not the...I'm the—," I stopped as he walked away, back to talking on the phone. "...intern." I sighed.
Fuck, okay.
Rogers...I looked down at the phone. Extension 5 I think? I rung it, praying I heard Emily right.
"Roger."
"Hi. This is the intern, um,"
"What's this about?"
"Yeah, um, Mr. Okonma said to tell you that Johnson wants to reschedule."
"That fuck. Again? Damn it." He hung up.
I rolled my eyes lightly. Ugh. I literally felt like I was walking on eggshells here.
I looked down at the pens on the table, all messily placed, all different colors. I bit my lip, then my cheek, then my lip.
Usually, I'd start to organize them by color, then do it again, and again. Until I felt like they were somewhat perfect. It made no sense.
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The Intern: Tyler, The Creator
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Nia Brown is back from therapy after her father had forced her to get help for her obsessive compulsive disorder. With her dad's connects, she is soon hired as an intern for a well known advertising company. With no plan B, she's forced...
