I know that I’ll be an assistant, but other than that information, I know nothing except that the pay is more annually than I’ve ever made before.
I can’t mess this up.
Upon arrival, I read the large, bright blue moniker on the front of the tall building.
“Impact Media,” I whisper to myself as I turn the car off and step out with my coffee and purse in my hands.
Something about that name seems all too familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.
Maybe my father talked about it before.
That would make sense because it looks newly built and properly structured.
Not to mention, the building that was here before was a run-down, closed business that used to be a movie spot back in the nineties.
Shrugging, I take a deep breath and walk inside, instantly relieved at how toasty they keep the building.
“Hello, welcome to Impact Media,” a chipper receptionist greets me as I walk to her desk. “My name is Alice. How may I help you?”
Instantly, I’m taken aback by her beauty.
Alice has long, blonde hair that flows down her back and blue eyes that could stop traffic.
She wears bright red lipstick that makes her white teeth almost glow as she smiles at me.
She is everything I am not.
The only thing similar between us is our outfits, both wearing white, button-down shirts tucked into a black pencil skirt, hugging our hips. She has great taste as well, I suppose.
Although her black high heels with red soles aren’t even close to my black laced flats.
If I put those heels on, both of my ankles would break after just a few steps. I wasn’t made to wear stuff like that.
If I had it my way, I would’ve worn my running shoes today.
While I know I’m not unfortunate-looking, the only makeup I wear is a little mascara to accentuate my gray-blue eyes.
My hair is shorter than hers and dirty blonde, usually thrown in a ponytail or messy bun.
My dimples are my favorite feature on my face, which Damian inherited from me.
Although she looks great, I’m happy to show off my natural beauty.
“Hi,” I greet her with a smile. “I’m not sure where to go, but it’s my first day. I’m going to be an assistant?” I say it as a question, as I have no idea what this job entails.
“Yes, I believe your new boss is waiting for you.” Alice points her polished finger toward the elevators. “Take that up to the fourth floor, the top, and you can take a seat in the lobby until he comes to get you.”
Thanking her, I follow her directions, and once the elevator door opens, I find the cushioned chairs and take the middle one, interlacing my fingers and shaking my leg.
The nerves truly set in now as I wait for my new boss.
If he has people like Alice only sitting at the reception desk, I wonder what he will have me doing.
While waiting, I notice a water cooler and reach over to get a cup.
I feel a bit parched, and my coffee isn’t doing the trick.
As I take a full mouthful of the chilled water, a man walks around the corner, looking right at me with a knowing smile, and I nearly choke on my water as it threatens to run into my lungs.
As I get it down, I begin to cough uncontrollably.
Is that … There’s no fucking way.
“Steven?” I ask, not sure whether I’m hallucinating or if this is all a nightmare I desperately need to wake up from. “Steven Ricci?”
