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My phone blasted out 'Most Girls by Hailee Steinfield' waking me up exactly 5:40am(I don't get up at 6 because I usually take an hour or so to get ready) and yes practically anything can wake me up I am not a heavy sleeper.

I wobbled out of bed like I just learnt how to walk.

I looked at myself in the bath room mirror. I looked like a zombie with horrible bed hair and with lines in my face from staying one place too long on my pillow.

After brushing my teeth I stripped down and stepped onto the cold tiles under the shower quickly turning on the water. The warmth took over my body as I enjoyed the feeling.

After showering I made breakfast which was followed by me brushing my teeth again and to where I stand now infornt the body length mirror trying to figure my hair out it's so hard to handle. I mean I love my hair it's what makes me stand out most...I got it from my mom along with my big brown eyes but hers was more softer and shinier from what I remembered. And my hair just has a mind of it's own...I mean it's not that curly or anything but has wave like curls and stops at my waist and it can be so tiring sometime but I'll never cut it it reminds me of my mom.

I decided it would be best to just leave it down.

I slipped into a really tight light pink pencil skirt which really hugs my butt it's practically screaming 'hey everyone look at me'. I contemplated up on whether or not I should change it because my butt is one of the consequences of eating too much..but when I checked the time I quickly squirmed into my white floral blouse with long sleeves and slipped on a pair of nude scarpin.

What I look like thanks to eating alot oh and that's what am wearing:

But I don't look that bad just a little (more than a little bit) bit of exercise and I'll be ok.

I then moved on to doing my makeup which wasn't too long to which I had enough time to get to work and get myself and the ass some coffee.

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After hopping out of the taxi I made a mental note to have Ruthy send my car over because I really can't go on like this.

I made my way over to a small coffee shop just around the corner of the company building.

The bell rings as I push the glass doors open. The spotless tiles made a clinking sound every time my heels came in contact with it.

Thankfully their wasn't a long line so I was up next.

A man with bright green eyes and blond hair that's styled in a quiff in a white v-neck and a black apron on his waist with the writings: Caroline's Cafe Shop n more, stared at me continuously blushing like really blushing like a he's just got caught red-handed stealing a cookie.

..." Err..um w -what w-would you like miss.." he asked stumbling over his words. I had to force my self not to laugh.

He looked so adorable I had to force myself to not pinch his cheeks.

After a minute he handed me my coffee and I could see it on his face so I did him a favor because he was too shy to even ask.

I took up a napkin and scribble my name and number on it and placed a soft kiss on it leaving my lipstick stain on the napkin along with the shape of my lips neatly printed on the napkin(I always see them do it in movies) as he watched with wide eyes he's pupils a little dilated.

..."Call me.." I winked as he nodded wordlessly with his mouth wide open his eyes as wide as saucers.

I made my way to his door telling myself that I can't screw up my first day of work. I let out a shaky breath before knocking on his office door.

..." Come in Miss Summers.." came a deep husky voice.

How did he even know it was me. Creep.

I pushed open the door avoiding his cold stare as I walked over to his desk feeling a bit uneasy because of my dum skirt.

I told you not to wear that skirt but no.

Oh shut up.

..."Good morning sir.." I said smiling pushing back all my nerves.

..."Hmm... " he continues to type away on his laptop.

Arrogant ass.

I placed the cup down carefully not wanting to knock it over.

...."Your welcome.." I said trying to not sound like I want to choke him to death.

..."Hmm.." he replied like he was getting annoyed by my very presence.

I turned around keep telling myself that he writes my pay check so I can't strangle him to death.

I was about a few feet away from my goal(the door) when he finally spoke.

..."Where are you going,did I say you could leave..." he said with venom dripping off every word as he narrowed his emotion less eyes at me.

I felt like I was in the principals office again.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

."Am sorry sir I thought.."-

..." You thought wrong.." he seethed.

..."Now pick up those files and have them all typed up with no mistake and send them to all the names on these sheets and I want them done today..." he ordered snapping his long fingers at me like am one of his servants.

I eyed the papers wearily...there was so much how am going to be done by 5pm toady..but just did as was told and picked up the endless paperwork.

I could feel his eyes burning holes into my back as I made my way to the door.

I was about to open the door practically forcing to hold the papers together when I heard something being thrown to the ground and a spitting sound.

..."What the fuck is this..." he shouted slamming his fist down on the desk causing a mini earthquake...I was surprised that the glass desk didn't break poor thing.

Oh shit I must have mixed up our coffees...mine has alot of sugar and cream while he specifically told me yesterday that he only wants his black no sugar(suits him).

Serves you right you little bitch.

I resisted the urge to laugh and kept a straight face.

..."Am really sorry sir I.."-

..." I don't want to hear your sorry excuses clean this mess up Now!..." he demanded glowering at me.

I quickly grabbed the napkin off of the desk after putting the papers down on the side of the desk and started to clean up all the spilled coffee.

I bent down sopping up all the coffee from infornt of him.

What a awkward position.

I looked up to find him staring at me with pure disgust.

I hate him so much.

..." Fucking prick.. " I muttered under my breath putting all the now soaked napkins in the bin.

..."What was that..." he asked raising a brow.

..." Nothing sir I said I feel like am getting sick..."

Smooth. My subconscious mocks me.

Shut up you couldn't do any better.

He looked at me through narrowed eyes before turning back to his laptop.

I then moved on to my office. I was given a tour of the whole place by Miss Prick yesterday(boss's orders) and my final stop was my office. It was a smaller replica of his office but has much brighter colors like sun yellow and Bahamas blue with cream tiles.

I noticed something that was not there yesterday when I sat down behind the desk. A brand new HP windows 10 laptop with a note sticked to it.

It read:

This is yours now take care of it I will not replace it and if anything happens to it it's coming out of your pay. You will use it for business purposes only and yes you can leave the premises with it. Now get to work!.

-Mr. Ashworth.

I rolled my eyes throwing the note in the bin and started my work.

I was surprised that I was half way through the papers when it was lunch time. But my fingers were so sore they turned pink from all that typing and my eyes watered from staring at the screen too long.

I yawned and stretched out like a cat and got up and went to the bathroom and then made my way to the lunch room where I ate my lunch peacefully(if you call being watched by half of the people in the room peacefully but I didn't care).

I could hear hushed whispers and I caught some of what they were saying:'she's the new PA', 'She won't last a week', 'I love her hair but she looks like a bitch'.

I fought the urge to find the person who made the last comment.

I was just about to take another bite out of my yammy cheese burger when I was rudely interrupted.

..."like OMG bissh I love your hair am Trudy-ann but my friends call me Tru.." she extended her hand with her figure looming over me. She was very curvy but a little smaller than me, with long curly black hair with a fear skin tone and obviously like everybody else she's taller than me with chocolate brown eyes.

I looked down to the burger in my hand and then looked up at her again.

..."Am sorry my hands are full but my name Callie but my friends call me Cal..." I smiled really wanting to get back to my lunch.

..."Well Cal.. "- she snatched one of my fries and popped it in her mouth.

Did she just touch my food?

..."I have a feeling that we're going to be great friends..." she grinned.

We won't if you keep eating my food.

A/N: What y'all think of this chapter?....I lefted a music video in the media box of most girls soooo enjoy.

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