Dear Mom and Dad,
Hello again. I’m writing from New York City again. Honestly the most amazing thing just happened to me. I can’t believe it happened to me! You know that job I’ve been trying to get? The one where i am an Intern at “Global Magazine”? Well that didn’t happen sadly but something even better happened. The CEO of another magazine corporation was present during the meeting and he was so freaking amazing! I read my article out loud to the CEO of “Global Magazine” and this guy just happened to be there. Well basically what happened was pretty much like a dream. Mr.Rush the CEO of “Global Magazine” was listening to me read my article and every five seconds he would yell at me for making a mistake like reading too fast or too slow, not pausing after each setence, not being loud enough and being too cooperative. I mean he didn’t do anything wrong but he still got to me. I remember that i was on the verge of tears before the CEO of the other company spoke up for me. He basically said that Mr.Rush was coming off too bossy and being a jerk to me. He looked at me and asked me to read at my own pace. This is my article not his. And I couldn’t help but blush when he spoke to me. Be was so nice to me. And because the other CEO spoke up for me i wasn’t allowed to continue the interview. Apparently after i left the office the two CEOs were arguing over me and now the other CEO called Mr.Mo is going to be my new boss. And instead of writing articles, I’ll be his secretary and vice Editor. Which means I’ll be over seeing the process of making a magazine!! I’m beyond excited about this! I gotta go now. Work is starting. Hope you get this letter before you go on your trip to Venice Beach. Love you guys!
With love,
Your daughter,
Claire
Chapter one
I walk into Mr. Mo’s office and see that he is reading something. I avoid interupting him by simply waiting by the door. He glances up at me and gives me a mean glare. “You’re early Miss Mables.” He says coldly “Are you trying to impress me or piss me off?” I stiffen. “Pardon Sir?” I say confused by his sudden attitude of being a jerk. He puts the papers in his hands down and gets up from his desk. “I like people who are punctual. Weren’t you told that?” He asks aggressively as he approaches me with balled up fists. “You are early. I don’t like early birds. I like those who arrive exactly at the moment they’re supposed to. You arrived fifteen minutes too early.” I step back.. “I-I didn’t know that. My watch clearly says that I’m late. I thought you were going to be mad because I am late.” I wimper he grabs my wrist with my watch on it and lifts it up to his face to read it. He is clearly invading my personal space. He looks at my watch for a moment and sighs. “Your watch is broken. Since you’re here,it’s too late to change the mistake,so come with me Miss Mables.” He says as he drops my wrist and walks out the door. I tilt my head in confusion,but I follow Mr.Mo anyway. Where does he want to take me? I follow him down the street. We occasionally looks behind him to make sure I’m still following.
Why does he need to check? Can’t he hear my new Heels clicking on the sidewalk? These are purchased specifically for today. And I brought a pair of flats in case my feet start to get sore. He stops outside of a coffee shop and gestures for me to enter. He follows behind as i walk in. I’m still not a hundred percent sure of what he is trying to do. He stops me by grabbing my shoulders. “Slow down Miss Mables.” He says “You don’t need to go much further. Please take a seat over there at that table alright? What would you like to drink? Have you eaten yet?” He’s being nice again? I look at him suspiciously. He sighs “I’m conducting a first day interview with you and we will need beverages and snacks. I figured it would be ok to get us some.” He explains. I giggle ” Well I was just giving you a hard time.” I laugh. “Of course I would like some milk tea and a muffin or something light.” He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “You were messing with me? That’s what people call messing around?” He growls angrily “You people are very strange.” He walks away.
I pull out my phone and read a few text messages. I wish this thing wasn’t so lame. I mean most cellphones at least tell you what time it is. This one doesn’t and its one of those cheapie ones you get when you are as tragically poor as i am. And that’s not the icing on the cake. This little cheapie only accesses Wi-Fi through coffee shops. I mean lucky for me because I now know where a coffee shop is and i can just create an account to access the Wi-Fi. I look up from my phone to see my new boss looking at my phone like its the worlds worst trash. I blush a little at the idea that he might not be looking at the phone but me instead. I mean it is possible right? He places my milk-tea and a parfait in front of me with a muffin,then hands me a water,and a whole sugar container. This guy went all out didn’t he. I look at him with a raised eyebrow. “I take it that you like sugar?” I ask as he is sitting down. “Not really just wanted to make sure that you have enough. Can’t be too careful.” He says casually as he pulls out a notepad from inside his blazer pocket. “Now Miss Mables let’s begin the interview. I’ll be asking you a series of questions about you and your work ethics. Do you think you will be able to pass this interview with flying colors?” I take a sip of my Milk tea and notice the lack of sugar. I grimace at that and look up at Mr.Mo. “Yes,sir. I believe i will do just fine in the interview. So long as we keep the personal stuff on the downlow.” I reply pretending to be cooth.
He looks at me with a funny expression. “You’re serious?” He asks “You’re not into personal chats?” I shake my head and add some sugar to my Milk tea. I taste it again to see if its sweet enough. Not sweet enough so i add another tea spoon of sugar and mix it well. I then pick up the tea again and sip for taste. Yep that’s definitely sweet enough. I smile at the accomplishment. He looks at me with a serious expression. “I knew that sugar would come in handy.” He comments “They usually have the customers put the sugar in themselves because they are terrible at getting the right amount.” I laugh at what he says. ” Seriously? At least they are courteous enough to supply the sugar.” I respond. So this is how he is with his employees or am i the only employee that he is questioning in this coffee shop. He looks at me as i take a bite of the parfait. “Do you like it?”, Asks Mr.Mo. I look up at him from my parfait and nod. “Yeah it’s awesome!” I say with a big smile. He smirks a little.”That’s good news.” He says Cooley as he writes on his notepad. He is taking notes on me? That’s gonna bother me. I take a bite out of the muffin he gave me and find that it is my favorite kind. The Cranberry Orange muffin is the best of the muffin menu. If i could rate this right now, I would give it a solid ten. No joke. This is freaking delicious!
(Thank you so much for reading my newest piece. I know that you will probably be asking for more of this and I’ll be posting part two next Sunday.)
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