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“Mom, please leave already! I have to go to work in the morning,” I whined.

She continued moving around my suitcases of clothes, “I know, I know, I just want to make sure you have everything you need.”

“I do. The moving guy is coming tomorrow to drop off all those boxes. We pretty much are set, with the living room furniture,” I said, motioning to the expensive tan couches behind me.

My Mom moved all of my clothes to one corner of the bedroom, and put her hands on her hips. “Ok now, I can leave. At least now you have a lamp, and bed sheets for the mattress,” she continued, starting yet another rant.

She hates it that I’m on my own now. It’s pretty obvious

“Thanks Mom, now please leave! You will be over tomorrow!” I said more aggressively, pulling her arm.

She held onto the edge of the door jokingly. “I don’t want to leave my baby!” She protested, and pulled me into a hug.

I hugged her tightly, “I know Mommy, and I love you.”

“I love you more. Make sure to suck up to the boss, and give your mother some of the money left over,” she added, and pulled back. Her blue eyes searched my own. “Is David Star nice by the way? He’s so handsome I hope he’s not one of those mean, drop dead gorgeous guys.”

“He has a baby face! He is not gorgeous!” I defended, biting my lip.

She made a face, “I don’t know who the heck you met, but David Star is one hundred percent —“

“—Mom!” I interrupted.

“—man,” she finished. “Do you you think I could meet him one day? Maybe get his autograph? Would I like him?” There are so many things wrong with this subject!

“Yes you would just love him,” I lied through my teeth. "It's only my first day of work I don't know if I'm going to like it."

“Is he single?” she asked quickly after, “don’t tell your Father I said that.”

“I don’t know… probably no since he is so rich and all. I don’t really get why they are such a big deal the more I think about it. Devin is pretty handsome, but David is kind of…average.”

“Average?”

I made a face of confusion, “Yes Mom, average. As if nothing sticks out in particular besides his attitude,” I explained, starting to push her towards the door. She reluctantly made it across the room to the door and turned around.

“ I think they are both wonderful young men who worked hard to be the position they are in--"

"Ok Mom!" I interrupted, trying to close the door.

"Good night and good luck on your first day of work,” she sang happily, and poked her head back into the apartment kissed my cheek.

“Night,” I said dryly, not looking forward to my job at all. The more I think about it, the more I don’t want to work for these people. Especially the rich, arrogant, baby-faced man that I have to call 'Boss' in the morning.

Like I'm doing that.

I closed the door after her, and jumped ran into the living room. Marcy is already asleep on the other couch. We vowed not to use the mattresses that came with the apartment; because we believe it is bad luck for my job and will curse Marcy's complexion. Don’t ask.

“Ahhh finally some sleep,” I mumbled to myself. I wiggled on the couch, pulled a sheet over my body and then closed my eyes. Switching positions I faced the couch, and pulled the sheet over me. once again. After a few minutes the need to roll over again occurred.

All of the sudden my body started to shiver, and I growled angrily. Why is it so damn cold! I sat up from the couch and tested the air with my breath. Fog literally came out of my mouth, and I angrily started towards the thermal stat. My shivering fingers flipped the top off of it, and I attempted to read the number. It’s on zerp degrees. That’s so strange… is that even possible in the summer? I attempted to change the temperature and it stayed locked on that number. My hand found its way to the top and I smashed it hard. “Work damn it!”

“Don’t you touch my goldfish!” Marcy mumbled in her sleep, and I sighed loudly.

I’ll find someone to fix this in the morning. Making my way back to the couch, I exaggerated my breathing to see the fog. I had one knee on the couch, when I noticed my white sheet is folded nicely on top of the coffee table. Does Marcy fold in her sleep? If so I seriously lucked out on the best roommate ever! I unfolded the blanket, and looked around the room one more time. This place better not be haunted or I swear I will go all Ghostbusters on their ass.

After a few moments of searching around the room, my body found the squishy couch. But this time instead of worrying about Ghosts and crazy thermostats I started to worry about my job in the morning. I tossed and turned for hours, of course getting more nervous by the minute.

Goodbye peace of mind, hello big ol’ cup of coffee in the morning.

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A loud crack of lightning woke me up from my sleep.

I rolled over, and rubbed my tired filled eyes. My hand lazily found my cellphone and I checked the time. Eight fifteen? Crap! I jumped over the couch and ran to the coffee machine. Oh no did I set it up last night? I played with the buttons, and put a mug under it. I added water and after a few moments liquid started to drip into the cup.

I stood impatiently tapping my foot on the ground. Maybe I should have gotten ready instead of waiting for my drink.“Oh thank the lord for coffee,” I mumbled groggily, and sipped the coffee. My mom already set up the coffee grins in the machine yesterday, being the fantastic Mother she is.

Rain continued to smack against the window. I ran back over to the couch and took my phone from the coffee table. How the hell do I have thirty minutes? “Marcy! Call a Taxi!” I yelled once again, and ran into my vacant bedroom. I broke into my suitcase and took out the tan slacks I asked my mom to pack, and white blouse. After brushing my straight hair, brushing my teeth, washing my face, and eating some gum I ran into the living room. “Marcy?” I asked, seeing that Marcy is face down in the couch. She let out a long and extremely loud snore making me take a breath of relief. At least she’s not….

Oh no.

The Taxi! I ran out the door, and down the dark hallway. Making my way to the staircase I descended them in my black flats. At the bottom I struggled for a breath and sprinted outside into the darkest clouds I’ve ever seen. The air is thick, and humid as if the rain will release from the clouds soon. My gaze locked up the sky, and I watched the clouds turn a dark black in the horizon. That can’t be normal…

Watch the skies.

I shut my eyes, and shook my head. After a while I controlled myself, and hurried to the curse to wave down a Taxi. A bunch of them zoomed past, and I nervously checked the sky. Please don’t start raining! A small crack of thunder echoed the sky, and luckily a taxi pulled up. The ride to the office was long, and scary. It’s really like the rain wanted me to wear a white blouse, just so it can shower me as I run into the Devin & Son building. I took a deep breath as we neared the tall, dark-glassed building. Counting to ten I jumped out of the car to race to the entrance when the rain just started to pour. Heavy rain doesn’t even describe it; it’s more like painful rain. I thanked the driver, and ran into the building. My flats slid on the tiled floor as I came to the torture elevator. Luckily the doors are open, and I pressed the eightieth floor.

“Come on, come on!” I yelled at the doors. They finally closed, and I checked the time on my phone.

I have five minutes to get in his office. Holding onto the bars on the wall of the elevator my gaze locked on the doors. Ding, ding, the floors slowly counted up. Please, let nobody else go on the elevator. Wait..are you suppose to go on an elevator during a storm?

I held my breath, and watched the floor buttons light up one by one. Finally it reached eighty, and I smoothed down my hair. “Crap!” I screamed, realizing my hair isn’t in a bun. My body still passed the heavy guards, and I jogged into the waiting rom.

Carol looked up at me, “Oh my you—“ “Morning!” I yelled, brushing past her. I slowed my pace.

“Faith, wait!” Carols voice echoed the hallway. I ignored it, and opened the door to his office.



“Why would you do that?” David asked harshly into the phone. He’s wearing a white dress shirt, and black slacks. His body is directly in front of me, facing the far glass wall. The sky is so dark he is slightly shadowed. To his ear is a cell phone. I stayed silent, and kept the door open so I wouldn’t make a noise. “I don’t care if he helped you, I blame you and only you.” David whispered something else into the phone, and I struggled to hear it.

I must have let go of the door, because it shut loudly from behind me, making me jump. David turned around, looking extremely angry. I stared at his tattoo at first, and he cleared his throat. “Look at this, first day on the job and you’re late and ease dropping?” he hissed, putting his cell into his pocket.

“I’m really sorry I—“

He put his hand up to silence me, and looked down at my shirt. His eyebrows rose and he started to laugh, “Damn not enough rain I guess. It’s not see through enough.”

I looked down, and puffed my cheeks out. “I could slap you for that,” I growled.

He waved a finger at me, and stepped out of the shadows. “No, no. No slapping the Boss Sweetheart. That will get you nowhere but in my bed,” he scolded, moving around papers on his desk.

My mouth popped open, “Excuse me?”

He lifted his head up and his brown eyes locked on mine, “I’m just joking.”

I stepped closer to him, brushing my hair from my face, “What am I doing toda--”

Thunder struck, and I screamed. It lasted longer than I expected and I blushed furiously. David was watching me the whole time, his face serious. I started to explain myself, when he thinned his lips out, and frowned. “That was a good start to my morning, get the eardrums going,” he said sarcastically twirling a finger in the air. “Thanks for that.”

“Sorry?” I mumbled.

He flipped open his black laptop ignoring my apology, and leaned his chin on his elbow. I stood awkwardly in front of him, biting my lip. I watched his jaw clench and unclench as he scrolled through his computer. What the heck is he looking at? “I have an eleven o clock appointment, and I’m hungry,” he commented, starting to type on the computer. “Get me a sandwich from the fourth floor Cafeteria.”

“A what from where?” I questioned, not believing my ears. He wants me to get him a sandwich?

“A sandwich from the Cafeteria,” he repeated, after a long pause.

“A sandwich?”

He pushed back in his seat, and glared at me. “Ok are you deaf? You answer everything I say with a question.”

“I do not!” I defended, smoothing out my blouse. “What do you want on the sandwich?”

“See you just did it right there.”

“That doesn’t count I was asking what you wanted.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, “Never mind the Cafeteria, I want a liver and provolone sandwich on wheat from the Deli across the street. Also get me one of those huge dark green veggie drinks they have by the cashier, and a bag of those spicy jalapeno chips,” he demanded. His eyes glanced at the ceiling and thought for a minute. David twirled around in his chair, and when he faced me he had a giant smile on his face. “Oh and I want it in 15 minutes on my desk. Or you’re eating it with a nice grand smile,” he added, returning his gaze to his computer. I was about to protest when the phone rang, and he quickly pushed his chair over to it. The ring echoed the whole room, and I realized the ringtone is…strange.

Is he serious? Am I really getting him a sandwich?

“And yes, I’m serious,” he added, looking at the caller ID. He brushed his hair back and put the phone to his ear, “What the hell do you want? I told you to leave a message on my cell phone,” he barked into the phone.

Hopefully that’s not his Mother.

“What do I use to pay?” I whispered, so I wouldn’t disturb his call.

“Hold on,” he mumbled into the phone. He stood up a little with the phone to his ear and pulled a black wallet out of his back pocket. Taking out a one hundred dollar bill he handed it out to me. “Give me the change.”

I tried not to be too shocked by the one hundred dollars in my hand. I don’t think I’ve ever held this much money! I forced a smile and dashed out of the office. After passing the hallway of offices with their blinds down I walked into the waiting room. “Hi Carol,” I mumbled brushing past her once again.

“Wait; take this before you show anything else!” She called to me, and this time I whirled around. She threw me a dark purple poncho, and I flashed a shaky smile. “ Where are you going? I hope he didn’t notice your shirt.”

I shrugged, widened my eyes, and pursed my lips at the same time. "Getting him something for David before he makes me eat it."

She nodded, understanding I’m in a rush.

I held up the poncho, “You’re my hero,” I mumbled, and made my way to the elevator. Once in the tiny room I let out a huge breath and pressed the first floor button. A loud crack of thunder made me jump, and the elevator shook a little as it descended. The button tinged at the bottom floor, and I stopped hugging the bar of the elevator. Brushing off my blouse, I straightened myself out from my nervous position.

I’m never going to get use to this elevator.

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You know what’s fun?

Being poured on, blinded, and hurt by rain. Rain, as in water, as in the liquid our body needs to survive; what the earth is three fourths covered with. What feeds the trees and flows in Natures Rivers and streams. Yeah, I think I’ll stick with soda.

After struggling to cross the street, I ran down the sidewalk. I had to put a hand over my eyes so I could read the signs of he places. I stopped when I saw ‘Anne’s Delish Deli’. When I opened on of the glass door someone else came out and almost knocked me down. “Real nice!” I shouted after them, and walked into the place.

This is one big Deli, with one humungous line! Stepping behind a tall guy in a suit, I kept my hood on and shivered in the cold store. What is up with these cold places? After a while of waiting in line, I poked my head out to see the guy in front of me hasn’t move up.

“Next!” A lady behind the Cash Register yelled, making someone came up to order.

I huffed out a breath, and cleared my throat for the man to move. He still stood there, staring down at something. “Please move,” I said impatiently, and he continued playing with something in his hands. “Are you in line?” I blurted, getting really agitated. I walked around him to cut him in line, when a warm hand grabbed my arm. I pushed them off without even a backwards glance.

Please don’t give me trouble, please don’t give me trouble.

“A cut for a cut? It will be real quick,” an familiar, gravelly voice spoke from behind me. My breath caught in my throat, and I turned around slowly to face what I never who I never wanted to see again. A short man with a receded red hair line, and wide jaw is standing behind me. He was tall before… “Hello?” he asked, waving a hand in my face; his voice a high pitch now. “Did you just cut me?”

I shook my head out of my trance, my face full of confusion. “S-sorry, I was just thinking of s-something, you can cut me back,” I said shakily, walking behind him.

He ordered his food, and I stared at the meats in front of me. What the heck just happened? Oh no…m I imagining things again? I really, really thought was having a breakthrough with this.

“Next!” a woman’s voice yelled.

I snapped back into reality, “Liver and Provolone on wheat,” I told her, walking around to their little mini fridge under the counter. I grabbed a large glass bottle of a puke green substance, and a bag of extra spicy Jalapeño chips. I cringed a little at the smell of the sandwich when she gave it to me in a bag. In a bag, as in I shouldn’t be able to smell it. When I gave the lady the one hundred dollar bill her eyes widened as mine probably did.

Let’s just say it took her a while to give me the change.

Making my way to the exit, I stumbled over a long leg. At the last minute I threw my arms out and pressed myself against the glass door. My gaze lifted and my breathing hitched. A faded pair of green eyes stared back at me, and thunder struck. I jumped back, and hit someone behind me.

“Breath while you can!” A woman screeched in my ear. I screamed loudly, and ran out of the place.

This is not happening! Breathing heavily I stopped at the cross walk, and watched cars wiz by. I frantically looked all over the place until my eyes landed on a dark figure across the street. The vague image of a man in a black hood is standing with their head down. A car raced in front of them and they disappeared. When I entered the Devin & Son building, I slipped once again into the elevator, and fell onto the railing. I pressed floor eighty, just in time to see lightning flash outside.

My body slid to the floor, as I clutched the bag of grossness in my hands. I stayed on the ground and ended up huddled in a ball in the corner of the Elevator. It beeped, and finally came to stop. Still holding the bag to my face, I stayed on the floor shaking.

That’s not exactly the best condition to find an employee.