The Unbelievable (Book Two)

Chapter 3

Callie's POV

The morning was dim and sad as I looked out onto my view of Hyde Park. Cars were driving by and sloshing the accumulated rain wetting the roads and paved pedestrian walkways. The sky hadn't closed yet, rain droplets were pit-patting away across the windshields and across the window I was looking out from the couch in my new home away from home.

My coffee pot timer went off and pulled me from the damp view of the city. Once I had my morning cup, I put on some rain boots, my rain jacket, and then walked out of my building with my umbrella.

Today was the first day of my internship. I was more than anxious to start. I felt like my stomach was going to fall to floor more and more with each bus trip to the building. I checked my Kate Spade watch and it displayed to me that it was 7:39. I was twenty minutes early, but that was a good thing.

I went to the elevator and pressed the fifteenth floor button. It took a couple minutes due to all the men and women walking on and off the elevator ever since the third floor passed. I looked at my watch again when it hit my floor, 7:45. Ok, fifteen minutes early. Not bad.

I went to the front desk and smiled at the sweet blonde receptionist.

"Hello, can I help you?" she smiled politely back at me. I think she was Irish due to the different tone of her voice.

"Hi, yes, um, I'm here to meet with Lorraine Candy?" I flushed with excitement.

"Are you Callie Steele?" the blonde smiled warmly.

"I am!" I grinned and my body relaxed with relief.

"Follow me, I'll be showing you where you'll be working."

She stood from behind the white posh looking desk and walked around showing her long, beautiful pale legs standing in black heels, a black A-line skirt that started at her hips and fell to right above her knees with a pale pink, long sleeve blouse tucked into it. She was effortlessly beautiful and I envied her on so many levels.

We walked down the hallway and I peered over the many cubicles of teams writing and talking to each other. Swatches of fabric and pictures of models were placed on a board in front of the whole section of working individuals. Another table to the side had make up being tested on some employees and I smiled when I saw they were chuckling about the blue lipstick that they put on one of the male coworkers.

"Ms. Steele," the blonde receptionist brought me back from my entertainment. I gave her a small smile apologizing for my lack of attention span. She went down another hallway and the first door on the left was my "office", or more widely known as the mail room. I did have a little desk and mac laptop for my use, but it was still excessively small. I grabbed my small notepad and started taking notes to remember everything she was going to tell me.

"This is where you'll be working for the eight hours you're here every week day, excluding government holidays and weekends. Most of the time you'll be sorting mail into these slots. These are employee mailboxes. If the letter is addressed to them, do not open it, slide it into the cubby. If the letter is addressed to Elle UK and nothing else, you may open it. It might be a spam letter or it could be a respone letter. If it's a spam letter, put it in the shredder. If it's a response letter letting us know of something they found disturbing, something they loved about the online articles or the magazine itself, you may respond to them using the laptop and printer. Oh, when printing, don't forget to use the Elle UK paper stack. Got everything?" she laughed knowing it was a big adjustment.

"Yes, I think so. Oh, do I need to respond to e-mails?" I asked hoping to God I didn't.

"No, I do that," she laughed. "I was actually doing this job and that for the past three months, so you are the biggest blessing to me this summer."