"Happy Birthday Cindii-Lou" my best friend called from my doorway waking me up. Tiffany and i have known each other since 2nd Grade. My family moved into her neighborhood when i was just 7 years old. We've been unseperatable ever since and now she is my roommate in this 2 bedroom apartment. She's called me Cindii-Lou ever since we watched 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas' one year and it just stuck. She's the only one i allow to call me that thou. Its kinda our thing.
"Thankyou Tiffy!"
"So are you ready for your first day of your job with the new hot boss?"
"No! Not so much. I'm nervous, like really nervous!"
"Whats there to be nervous about. i mean sure yes he's like super duper hot and then theres the chance where your his personal assistant" She laughs. Ok so i don't know why i'm nervous. yes he's hot but i'm NOT about to tell her that. I mean she's my best friend and all but i don't know if i can just admit that yet. and plus i don't know how to do with all of that. I'm not the girl that is suppost to think her boss is hot and i'm definitely not the type to just admit to them things.
I mean, i'm the 27 year old goody good girl that is suppost to be good in EVERYTHING. I grew up in Church I never did go out and party like the rest of my friends and pupils did. I'm not suppost to think them things. So this is new territory for me.
"O.K yes i'm scared because of that. i mean... have you heard the stories that people have said about Mr. Scott Peterson?! He's suppose to be like THE most eligible bachelor in the world. And its ME whos going to be his personal assistant as you put it. So yes it makes me just a tad bit nervous" I snap a little to harshly then what i actually meant to.
"I'm sorry, yes i know all of that. But maybe he's just another normal person or just another normal boss. Can't help to hope right?" She said hopefully and apologetic and sympathetic all in one. This is why i love Tiffany. She's all the time right and she puts it into perspective that just maybe there's a little hope that everything is going to be alright. And i absolute love her for that.
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It's now 9:45 and i'm scheduled to be at work at 10 on the dot. I walk to the elevator and push the button to go up to the 35th floor and as soon as the door opens i go to step in and run straight into a big bulky chest hardest one i've felt ever. I look up into the brightest most carmolized eyes i've ever seen and i tell you my breath is taken away. I can't speak, all i can do is just look. He holds me for 45 seconds straight. half way up to the top floor he asks "Are you ok? You look a little flushed" with a half smirk on his face. I still can't catch my breath. I don't know who this is but i have never had my breath taken away like this. I don't understand whats happening. The elevator pings on the 28th floor and a older gentleman steps off and coughs and suddenly i'm aware of whats happening. I kept my eyes trained on the mystery man and cough as well i'm so embarrassed. "I.. I'm.. I'm sorry I don't know what happend I'm not normally so clumsy" i stammer.
"No problem Miss. I'm Mr Scott Peterson by the way. And you are?"
OMGOODNESS this is my boss. and OMGEE he is F.I.N.E ! How am i suppose to work with him i just made a complete mess of myself.
KILL ME NOW PLEASE !!!
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