Well here ya go! :) I hope your week has been going great for you. I beat writers block and was able to finish this chapter in just a few days :) I hope you guys enjoy it! Let's hope I can get the next one up soon too haha :) School keeps me busy, but I'm trying to write for you guys. Please don't review and practically demand that I write more often. I do have a life off of the internet, ya know. :P I'm still in school too. Anyways, enjoy!
It was my first day of work. Patch and I had applied to many places, and I finally had gotten a call from one of them. It was a secretary job at a publishing office (Such a Fifty Shades of Grey moment xD Might as well call Nora Anastasia instead :P). Nothing fancy. But it paid great. I decided on a plain black skirt, a button-down white shirt, pantyhose, and black flats. As I was putting my hair up into a bun, Patch came into the bathroom, leaning against the door frame.
"You look beautiful."
I blushed. "Thank you," I said as I finished my hair.
"Do you have to go?"
I smiled. "Yes, Patch. I do. We need the money."
He sighed. "I know."
"Someone will call back, I promise. It'll take a few days. Why don't you go apply to more places while I'm gone?"
"I could, but then again I could always write a book and go to work with you," he grinned.
I shook my head. "You're crazy. Want to drive me to work?"
"Alright, well it's time to go."
"Can I get dressed first?"
"I suppose. Hurry pleeease."
He smirked. "Yes ma'am."
Soon Patch was dressed, and we were out the door. The car ride was unusually quiet.
"Are you upset?"
He briefly looked at me then back at the road. "What do you mean?"
"Are you upset about no one calling you yet?"
"Not really. I mean, it'd be nice if we both could be working so we can get a head start, but it isn't real upsetting."
"Okay, good. I didn't want you to be upset."
He smiled. "Call me on your break?"
"Of course," I smiled back at him.
"Well, here we are. Have a good day."
"You too, Patch," I said as I leaned over to the driver's side and kissed him.
He kissed me back and smiled. "Call me when you're done and I'll come get you."
"I will. I love you," I said as I got out.
"I love you too."
I shut the door behind me and walked up the steps to the front doors. I hesitated, my hand on the door handle. Can I really do this? I mean, I've worked before, but that was a restaurant. All I did was wait tables and give them their food and such. Not much to it. This is a secretary. I have to schedule appointments, keep the man updated, and a bunch of other stuff. Can I do this? I can barely keep up with my own life.
"Are you going inside?"
Startled, I looked behind me at a man, much older than me, waiting for me to go.
"Quite alright. Are you the new secretary?"
"Yes, Nora Grey."
"Nice to meet you," he said as he held out his hand. "I'm Ben Goldstein."
"Nice to meet you too," I said as I shook his hand. "So what do you do here?"
"Well, I do publishing. You're my secretary."
"Oh! They didn't tell me who I was working for. I just knew I was a secretary and had to be on floor 7."
"Well then I'll walk you up there and get you started."
"Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome, Ms. Grey."
I opened the door and held it open for him, letting him walk through. He waved at the woman at the front desk before hitting the elevator button. As we waited for the elevator, I looked around the lobby. There were a few red leather couches with small tables, vases of flowers on them. The walls were a white marble and the floor was covered in blood red carpet. The elevator dinged when it came and we walked onto it. He pressed the number 7 and we waited in silence as it rode up the shaft to floor 7. It stopped and dinged, then we got off. The floor was pretty much the same as the lobby. White walls, red floors, red couches, tables with flowers. The only difference was the beautiful paintings on the walls and the glass walls the offices had.
"Do you like the decor?"
"Yes, it's beautiful."
"My favorite painting is Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh."
"It's very beautiful. I love his work."
"So do I. So, down this hallway at the end is our offices," he said as he walked down the hallway.
I followed him down the hall to an empty office.
"Yours is right across from mine. That's how it's set up here. The secretaries are on one side, and the publishers are on the other side."
"You can personalize your office however you'd like, as long as it's nothing obscene."
"Understood. I would never put anything obscene up."
"Good. Also, no personal calls unless they're on your break or an emergency. And all personal calls will be made on your cell phone or the pay phone in the lounge. None on your office phone."
"Well I need to get to work. You can go clock in in the lounge then get to work."
"Okay, thank you."
He nodded and left, leaving me alone in the hallway. I probably should've asked where the lounge was. But oh well, I don't want to bother him. I walked back down the hallway to the secretary near the elevator.
"Excuse me miss, where's the lounge?"
"First door on your right down the hall."
I walked down the hall again to the lounge and walked into the room labeled "lounge". There was a machine on the far wall with different cards. I looked for "Grey, Nora", and slid it into the slot. It checked me in and I left, walking back down to my office. When I made it to my office, I sat down at my desk and looked around. How am I supposed to know what to do? He basically half-ass told me what to do, then left for his office. You'd think someone around here would tell me what I'm supposed to do.
I looked up from my desk and up at the woman from the desk by the elevator.
"There's something at the front desk downstairs for you. Would you like to get it or should I ask someone else to bring it up?"
"Which would be a better idea?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you're the new secretary for Mr. Goldstein. I'll have someone bring it up to you."
"Okay, thank you."
"I'm Liza, by the way. Let me know if you need anything."
She left down the hallway and I was back to staring around my office, lost. I really should have asked her what exactly I'm supposed to do. Oh well, I'm sure I'll figure it out.
"Grey!" yelled Mr. Goldstein from the intercom in my phone.
"I need you to get on your computer and schedule a few meetings for me with the Publishers from New York. All of the information you need is in your work email that's set up for you, and there's an application installed called E-Calendar. That's where you will be scheduling everything for me.
"Okay, yes sir."
No answer. I quickly turned on my computer and looked for the email and application he'd said was on here. As I looked for them, there was a knock on my door.
A man stood in the doorway, holding a huge bouquet of red roses.
"These are for you, Ms. Grey."
"Oh! Thank you!"
"You're welcome," he said as he set them down on my desk for me.
As I smelled them, he nodded at me and walked back down the hallway. I eyed them suspiciously before noticing the card sticking out of the flowers. It read:
I hope you are doing fine on your first day at work. Hopefully it isn't too challenging for you. I thought these roses would make your day a little better. I love you.
I had the biggest grin on my face. Patch always knew how to make things better. I stuck the card back into the flowers and went back to my computer. I finally found the applications and got busy.
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