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Oh Jesus no. Anything but this!

Here I am, standing in front of the elevator of the building; with three men in suits, and an older in a pastel pink blouse, and tan slacks. She’s holding a white paper bag and an ice tea. I can’t do this I hate elevators. I bit my lip as the elevator beeped, and the doors opened. The people walked in into the elevator, and turned in my direction. Of course all of them glare at me, and the older lady is the only one that smiles.

“You going up, Sweetie?” The woman asked me, holding the door with her foot.

Well at least there is an older lady. They are pretty calming…

I smiled at her and entered the elevator, “Yes, sorry top floor actually!” I said happily. I stood next to her, and put my hands clasped in front of me. The doors slowly closed, and the horrible feeling of being weightless filled my body. I felt the gazes of all three men, and I turned to them. They all have black sunglasses on, and black suits. I also noticed the one has a gun in his belt.

Ok, I kind of want to get off this elevator now. “Hi,” I mumbled, to get a tug on my blouse.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t talk to them,” the lady mumbled. I can see now that she has light hazel eyes, and grey hair pulled back into a bun. She looks around sixty...sixty five. “I’m Carol, the receptionist here on the 80th floor actually. Are you a client?” She said, holding out her hand.

I shook it.“Nice to meet you, I’m Faith,” I pushed a stray black hair from my face. Crap my bun is becoming loose! “No, I’m applying for a job…a secretary actually for David Star.”

She made a face, “For David Star?” she questioned, as if she doesn’t believe me.

“Yes…” I trailed, wanting to know why she said it like that.

“No, David Star doesn’t take assistants. Your boss would be his partner—“

“Excuse me miss, you dropped your cell phone,” a gravelly voice told me from behind.

“Oops! Thanks!” I made sure to crouch down and not bend down. They probably picked it out of my purse just to watch me pick it up in a skirt; typical men. This skirt is a bit short… I looked down, and smoothed it out.

“Sorry, so what did you say about my boss?”

She smiled, “Oh I don’t think he will be in this early today. You’ll probably have to wait a little while.”

I nodded my head, and nervously looked up at the floor counter. My jaw dropped, and I quickly lifted it back up. There are eighty floors? That’s almost as much as the Empire State Building! Suddenly feeling extremely anxious, I closed my eyes.

“Are you ok honey?” The lady asked worriedly.

“I don’t really like elevators, or heights, or small compacted areas,” I said truthfully, and quietly. An eruption of male laughter behind me made my face turn scarlet, and I held my purse tightly against me.

“Oh don’t worry, you’re pretty safe here. We have some amazing security, and wonderful people here. Plus all the windows lock, so you probably won’t die,” she joked.

Wait a minute…the windows open?

My stomach dropped. No, no don’t think about it. “Yeah you’re right,” I mumble, as the doors finally opened. I looked up at the floor number, and frowned. Still have ten more floors, I am so late for my interview

“Don’t get discouraged if you don’t get the job, or if anyone intimidates you,” she told me, walking next to me. We walked down a small grey hallway, passing doors and golden plaques on the wall. We passed by a security guard, who nodded head at us. Butterflies started in my body, as we neared the glass door.

Here we go Faith, a new start.

Pushed at the door, and entered a small waiting-room area. The room has dark grey walls, and black chairs. On the right side of the room is a huge glass window, with the few of many buildings, and streets. I sat down in the one in the corner, watching the door to the offices. “Let me just get situated here!” Carol said, and climbed behind the tall, dark wooden desk with two computers. She opened a drawer, and took out her reading glasses. Her hand moved around on the mouse and her eyes danced around the screen. “What’s your name again, Honey? Sorry I have so many names programmed into my brain!”

“Faith Williams.”

She continued staring at the computer, then frowned, “I don’t see you have an appointment here. Who told you to come today and at what time?”

I knew this was too good to be true.

“Barbara, David Stars Assistant she told me to come here at 10:00? Maybe I read the message wrong.”

She picked up the phone on her desk, and dialed a number. “No, no. Sometimes Mr. Star moves his appointments when he doesn’t want to see them. I’ve seen him in my computer chair sometimes, and he just says he’s fixing something. But I’m not that old. I just don’t see why he would move one so early…he must have a meeting.”

“Oh ok,” I said, and sunk deeper into the chair.

What kind of person just deletes his appointments?

“Barb its Carol. I have a young lady Faith Williams with me today but I see she doesn’t have a appointment—oh. Oh, alright. Why is that? Yes, I see,” she looked up at me, and back at the desk. “No, I don’t think that. Yes but maybe this time is different—yes you have a point there. Ok I’ll tell her. See you later, Barb.” She hung-up the phone, and then started typing on the computer.

I sat in the seat, waiting for her to say something. Finally after the third time I crossed my legs, I spoke up, “Is he going to see me soon?”

She made a dramatic press of a key, and turned to me. “Well I just sent him a nice email, so we will see!”

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I flipped open my phone for the fifth time, to check the time. Oh my—it’s 12:00? My gaze locked on Carol again, who is intensely making phone calls and writing emails. “Carol?”

She picked her head up from the paper, “Yes?”

“Why can’t I just check if he’s in his office?”

She thought about that for a moment, “No, no I don’t think you should do that. I’ll call him.” The phone is once again to her ear, and she smiled at me. I forced a smile back.

What is going on? Why didn’t she do this before?

“Mr. Star you have an appointment. Yes I know. But sir—“She made a face at me, and switched the phone to the other ear, “she has been waiting patiently for a long time, don’t you be rude young man. Yes she is a she, didn’t you get my email? No she is a very lovely young lady! I will certainly not tell her that. You can get your butt in here and do that yourself—why not? I’ll tell you why not, because I said so and I have other stuff to do. Ok bye honey and don’t be mean to this young lady or I’ll hurt you,” she added sweetly, and winked at me. “No you can find out her name yourself!” Carol hung up the phone, and clapped her hands together. “He said he’ll come and get you when he’s ready. I myself need to use the ladies room, and make a few copies of these stacks of paper,” she said, motioning to a huge stack of paper.

She wobbled out of the room, and brushed me off when I said I would help her. I sighed, and sunk back into my chair. I stared out the window for the longest time, and then looked down at my cell phone. In the corner of m eye I saw a flash of black flash past the window. Of course I got up, and ran to the window.

Very, very bad idea, since I am afraid of heights. I took a step back, but continued looking at the scenery. It’s pretty nice up here…

“Miss Williams?” A nasally woman sneered. I turned around to see a unnaturally red- head, with light brown eyes. She has a pretty blue blouse on, and a grey skirt similar to mine. Her height is approximately five four, and she is extremely tiny compared to my 5’8 height. She eyed my outfit, and then flipped a page in her clipboard. “I’m filling in for Carol until she gets back. Mr. Star will see you now. Please follow me.”

I smiled, ignoring her snotty attitude, “Ok thanks.”

Following the flaunting lady, we passed glass walls on both sides, covered with blinds. “You’re here for the interview I presume?” she asked, “what’s you name anyways, Fate?”

“No it’s Faith,” I corrected, knowing she is saying it like that on purpose.

“Oh my bad, break a leg,” she replied swiftly after, sounding like she meant it, “You’ll never get the job by the way.”

I snorted and ignored her remark. I instead focused on the door ahead of us at the end of the large hallway. Wow this floor alone is huge… We finally got to the end of the hallway, and she knocked on the door. After a few moments she opened it. “How are you Mr. Star?” she beamed to the right, her face completely morphing into something else. My heart started to pound, and she made a nasty face at me and mouthed ‘Get in here!’ Then she returned her smile to ‘Mr. Star’.

I’m starting to really hate that name.

New start Faith, new start! I smoothed down my skirt, and stepped into the room. The walls are all glass and to the left are book shelves, and a big screen TV. The ceiling is painted black, red lights are attacked to the ceiling. The carpet is a dark black, and there are also dark leather couches. I stared it awe at the interesting office, when I heard a clear of a female throat. I whirled around to her, and she motioned to the man at the desk.

“Mr. Star, we have someone here who wants to apply to be your secretary,” the woman said.

Dumbass probably forgot my name already.

“Well, why isn’t she in front of my desk then?” Mr. Star’s deep voice retorted, his legs are kicked up on his completely square wrap around desk. His face is turned away from me at the scenery, but I can see he has longish dark brown hair. “Sarah you can leave now,” he snapped, and she stopped staring at him in awe. She gave me a dirty look, and closed the door quietly.

What is wrong with her?

My gaze returned to the man at the desk, and I swallowed hard. I slowly walked to his desk, and sat down at one of the two leather chairs in front of it. The cold leather feels good from the humidity outside.

After a few minutes of silence, I spoke up once again, “Devin said you needed a secretary, so… here I am!” I said cheerfully, feeling extremely nervous.

“What else did he tell you,” he demanded, tilting his head down and brushing something off his pants.

“W-what?”

“He must of told you something about me, or my behavior. Maybe why I don’t have a secretary to begin with? Or did he just give you the ‘you would be the perfect secretary, let me pay for your college’ speech?”

“I—“

“--so tell me about yourself--” he trailed dryly, picking up a paper from his desk and probably looking for my name. He read it over, and suddenly twirled around and leaned back in his chair again, “Faith Williams.”

Well, at least now know why he was turning around the whole time.