This is my first story i am posting. I did it for a class in school. Please no rude reviews. Only respectful criticism.
"Melissa! Get over here!" My boss yelled. It was like any other normal day of my week. My boss Natalie is always yelling at me. It's not just me; she seems to yell at everyone. I hate working for her, but it is the only way I will be able to get the job I really want. My job is to tend to any of Natalie's needs. I keep track of all her meetings, interviews, and anything else like getting her coffee. Why can't she get her own coffee? I hate doing that. She runs the company for "Celeb Life" Magazine. I walk into her office; she has an angry expression on her face like she always does.
"Yes Ms. Walker?" I say in a tone that sounds so fake, it's obvious I'm not happy either.
"Get me another coffee, and try to sound in a better mood. The only reason you're still here is because you can keep up with my schedule and get my coffee just right." As I turn to go get her coffee, she calls my name again.
"Yes?" I say.
"Tomorrow I would like to see you in the appropriate dress code for work." I look down at my outfit. I don't see anything wrong with it. I have black slacks and a red blouse on.
"What's wrong with my outfit?" I ask.
"The dress code is that all women wear heels. Not flats. It looks more professional."
"Yes Ms. Walker." I leave her office. I don't see why we have to wear heels. I hate wearing heels. Especially since she has me running back and forth for her coffee runs. I thought my outfit was fine. My blouse wasn't low cut and my brown-black hair was pulled back in a low bun. I have dark brown eyes and an olive skin tone. I'm average height for a twenty-five year old. Once I had gotten out of the elevator, I realized I left my coat upstairs. "Crap." It is mid-December and it was lightly snowing out. The coffee shop is right across the street. Being stupid, I decide to make a quick run for it thinking it will only take me a few seconds to get across traffic. But of course it's New York traffic. I hate living in New York. I use to live in Topeka, Kansas. It was decent. It wasn't too crowded, but there was absolutely nothing to do in Kansas. I moved here because of the great job opportunity I thought I was getting. I thought I was going to become an editor for "Celeb Life" Magazine, but no, I am basically Natalie's intern, only I'm paid. I have no family here in New York. They all live in Kansas. I do have a best friend named Aliyah. Our apartments are right across from each other. I finally make it into the coffee shop. The warmth feels so amazing. I order Natalie's coffee and for myself a hot chocolate. I hate coffee. I have never liked the smell or taste of coffee. I don't understand why everyone loves it so much. On my way back across the street, this jerk bumped into me. Of course I fall over and drop the coffee and my hot chocolate. "Crap!" My cell phone started going off. It's Natalie. "Hello?"
"Melissa what is taking so long with my coffee?"
"I'm sorry there is just a long line; it will probably be another fifteen minutes.
"Alright, well just hurry up." I turn to go back to the coffee shop. Yep, just like any other normal day.