Seira
Have you guys ever heard of the saying 'Fear at first sight'? No? Well, I might just be making it up but then that's what I'm totally feeling right now.
Brown eyes stared at me beneath glasses that are perched on top of a perfect nose. And above her scrutinizing eyes lay her arching eyebrows that make her look angry but gorgeous with her hair tied back in a ponytail.
I am momentarily distracted by her unusual facial features when she grabbed my attention.
"I assume you're my new assistant," she looks at me up and down and I am sure she squinted for a bit when her gaze was level with a certain damp area of my dress and stated the obvious, "You're late."
I adjusted my posture, straightened my back and apologized.
"Whatever, I don't like tardy assistants, so if you come here late again tomorrow you're fired," she threatened while she was busy reading on a document she's holding while sitting in her BOSS chair.
She rolled her eyes, "I suppose you'll need a bit of orientation to actually do something."
My head nodded itself in submission, "Yes ma'am."
She interlaced her fingers and rested her head on them, "I'm Joanna Murphy the Official Creative Writer/director in Oblivion, in case you didn't know," she clarified.
I smiled.
"Do I have to tell you everything you have to do?"
My eyelashes blinked rapidly, probably because all my thinking got sucked into thinking what I should do and forgot to stop my furious blinking.
"This is why I don't like the idea of getting assistants," she grumbled under her breath while she was looking for something.
I continued to stand awkwardly until she found out what she was looking for.
"Alright," she rasped, "Okay, I should tell you what we'll be..." she paused unsure of what word will fit the sentence she just spoke of, "handling," she finished.
I gulped the sense of excitement bubbling up in my throat for my first task as an assistant to this unhappy C.W who clearly is just forced into getting an assistant.
"You're going to assist me in the preparations for the upcoming shoot of a music video. Assist as in getting my coffee, helping me segregate all of my paperwork's on my desk, handing me files I ask you to look for me, read my manuscripts and informing me if something is incorrect, run my errands, and especially, organize my schedule for me. Got it?" she managed to say everything in just 2 seconds some people might think she's rapping.
Thankfully I listen to rap and miraculously understood everything she uttered. "Yes ma'am!" I replied with a mock salute.
"Good, now start working with these," she handed me the mountain of paperwork sitting on her desk and gestured for me to go work outside.
"I can't focus with you in here, I'm working on the music video and the client is demanding," she expressed with her fingers circling her forehead, "I'll ask somebody to get you a table and a chair outside my office but until then work where you can and give me those before 12 pm," she gestured to the paper's in my hands.
And with my hands full of paper and my attention on my boss, I used my right leg to push the glass door backwards and just as I turned around, I miscalculated the distance from the door and my head and ended up bonking it on the side and landed on my ass with most of the papers scattered and messed up all the segregation my boss already, apparently, started before I unluckily stepped inside her office.
In the midst of panic and embarrassment, I tried to pick up all the papers single-handedly and crumpled some papers in the process in my desperate attempt to lighten the situation.
It's always me that unconsciously twitches my eyes in annoyance at certain times, but right now, my boss is doing it and she looked scary as well as annoyed deep to the bones.
She ran her hand to her face and yelled, "Of all the people to be stuck with! I'm stuck with an idiotic klutz!"
I cringed and slowly rose up from the floor.
"Just get...," she sighed.
My hand already gripped the door handle before she could even finish her sentence. I knew what she was saying and I didn't need anyone telling me twice.
To make up for my accidental klutzy behavior, I finished the almost impossible segregation an hour before the deadline at the company cafeteria at the ground floor and thankfully the elevators were very accommodating to yours truly.
And although the segregation job was cleared, my boss gave me work after work and even though it looks obvious she's having a hard time thinking what other work I should do, she still managed to keep me busy, which was her plan from along.
Of course! It's my first day and the assistant is meant to be as busy as the boss. It would be unfair on her part if she's busy and I'm not right?
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I went home feeling like an athlete on a marathon as I felt my legs slowly giving way from all the exercise it got from working the whole day.
If my legs are already feeling this way on the first day of work, what will happen if I work the entire summer break?
I banished all those thoughts of quitting deep inside my mind and collapsed on my bed, face first.
I lazily took off my shoes without using any hands and decided that I don't care if I sleep with smelly clothes and oily hair because I'm so tired I couldn't move.
At that sudden moment, Leo barged in my room and slammed the door making a loud noise, startling me.
I didn't bother getting up to greet him and that turned out to be a bad idea because he jumped on the bed and squished me underneath him.
"Mmmmeo get oomph oof me!" is what I managed to say instead of 'Leo get off of me'
He wiggled his body to squish me further and thankfully he rolled over and pushed me off the bed.
Correction, I was not thankful he pushed me off of MY bed.
While I was flat on my back on the hardwood floor he was laughing his ass off lying on my soft and comfortable bed.
You know what? I'll just pretend he's not here and shut my eyes.
He stared at me from above the bed, "We're going to celebrate you getting a summer job so get your ass up from the floor."
I rolled away from him and he grabbed my shirt and pulled me to him.
"You baby, stop whining!" he yelled at my ear.
I was trying to hit his face with my hands while my eyes are shut to make him shut up but he still continued to annoy me.
"Seira! You lazy ass get up or I'll do it for you!" he persisted.
I groaned and sat up. "FINE, let's celebrate. Get some ice cream, we'll eat and after that you can go," I instructed him and plopped my back down on the floor.
On the mention of ice cream, he bolted out of the bed and ran downstairs.
Leo didn't even give me the chance to shut my eyelids, because in the span of 5 minutes, he was back to prevent me from sleeping.
Leo dramatically leaned on the doorway and flaunted the ice cream he is holding.
"I got Cookies and Cream and your favorite--" he announced as he prolonged the last word, "You know you can't resist Triple Chocolate ice cream."
Even though my legs are killing me, I can't resist Triple Chocolate ice cream and NEVER will. So I forced my body to get up and get that ice cream tub even though my sudden movement of rising up caused me to have vertigo. But if I can have that ice cream, I'll do everything!
The ice cream ended up solving my problems and I can almost not feel the pain my body is experiencing and somehow we ended up streaming songs, singing and dancing to it.
Leo and I are having a mini-party inside my room until my evil sister decided to be a party pooper.
"Shut up will you! I'm trying to sleep here you useless brat!" my sister pounded on the wall we share as our rooms are beside each other.
Our response to her is turning the volume of the speakers a tad bit higher and continued our relentless partying until Georgia decided to cut off the power to my room.
Leo and I stared at each other in the almost dark room illuminated by the moonlight streaming from the window.
He used hand gestures to convey something to me. He slid his fingers to his eyebrows and created a cut motion.
I don't need words to understand what he was trying to tell me because I also used hand gestures for my reply.
I put my hands together and rested the side of my face on it indicating to wait until she's asleep.
We agreed to be awake before Georgia because she will be so mad when she wakes up.
But oh, what's the use of modern eyebrow pencils and liners?