LAYLA
I wake up the next morning determined not to be late again. I set several alarms on my phone to make sure that I wake up at the right time. I know that Macy wants to see me at eight sharp and I know that I can not let her down. I do not want to mess up this job.
I want to make a success of my life and not live without meaning any longer. I can see a bright future for me at this company if I play my cards right. There are so many opportunities for me here and places that I can make my name in. I quickly get up and jump into the shower.
I still have the coffee order of yesterday and decide to get everyone their coffees before I am going to the office. This time I am almost in front of the line because it is very early in the morning and I get my order done before I have to be there. I get into the elevator and I make my way to the thirty-third floor.
I enter the office at exactly five minutes to eight and I am greeted by many happy employees when I put the coffees on the table. Then I take Macy's coffee personally to her office where she is waiting for me. I walk through her office doors at exactly eight and it feels like I have accomplished something very big and the day has not even started yet.
"Morning Macy. Your coffee"
I hand her coffee to her and her eyes go wide but she does not acknowledge anything that I do because that would just be wrong in her eyes. Luckily, I know what I did and how much I am impressing her.
"Good. You are on time for once. There is a new list on your desk that I need you to get done by end of day"
"Yes, ma'am"
I just wanted to turn around and then I see a slight smile on her face. I know that she is impressed and I feel like I can face today much better than I could yesterday. I get to my desk and I look at the list, it is even more ridiculous things than what I had to do yesterday.
These things include picking up laundry, ordering lunch, and things like taking shoes for shining. But I do not mind because I know, I am slowly impressing Macy and that is all I want to do. It is almost home time and I only have one more thing left on my list. But before I do it I get a text from Laura. I guess she was not kidding when she said we should catch up again because I can not remember when last I got a text from her.
"Hey, girl you up for drinks tonight?"
It was a pretty tiring day but I would not mind going out for some drinks. I quickly text her back.
"Sounds like a plan"
She texts me back with the details and says that she would come and pick me up with the limo. I should probably get used to that kind of slang when I am going out with her. I also guess that the bodyguards will be not too far away.
Finally, it's time to go home and I can not wait to jump in the shower and get dressed for tonight. I get out my best outfit as I know that she will be dressed with the best. I mean she is a stylist for the most popular man on earth. I should definitely ask her more about Jake Anderson and how it is to work with or is it for him.
I am not really into any music but I have heard his music before and should I have music that I like, it would be his. I have seen a video or two on YouTube and all I can say is, it is perfection. Every move has been worked out perfectly and his voice is pleasant on the ear.
Not long after I have arrived home I hear a honk outside and I know it is the limo. I make my way downstairs and there she is hanging out of the rooftop.
"Are you coming, girl?"
I can see that she has been drinking already and that I am behind. I ran up to the limo and then I get in.
"I see that you have started the party without me?"
"Don't worry, I didn't drink too much yet. You ready to have some fun tonight?"
"I am so ready to get loose"
Then we drive off and as I thought we stop at the best rave club in town. Everyone who is anyone is in this club. I would never be able to get into this club without someone famous. Luckily, tonight I have someone and I am going to enjoy myself. I turn to Laura and say.
"Do you come here often?"
"My schedule does not allow me to have a lot of nights off but this is one of my favorite places"
She hooks her arm in mine and then we are stopped at the door. But only for a second because when the doorman sees who is next to me, he gooks off the red rope for us to walk through.
The place is even better than what I thought it would be. The music is loud the people are happy and most probably drunk. There are booths everywhere and the waitresses are dressed in gold skirts and bikini tops. The party is alive and this is going to be a good night.
The only thing that is bothering me is the fact that I probably would only be able to afford one beer as I guess everything is expensive here. I have been without a job for a few months now and money is not exactly rolling through my bank.
She walks us straight to a booth and immediately starts to order us drinks. I sit a bit closer to her and then I say in her ear.
"I do not think I can afford that drink that you just ordered. Maybe I should just stick to a beer?"
"Oh, that is nonsense. I did not invite you for drinks so that you can pay for yourself. Tonight is on me and tonight we are getting wasted"
That is like music to my ears. We are going to have fun. But then I look into your eyes I can see that there is sadness behind them. She looks happy on the outside but she never could hide her eyes. I remember when we were in college, how I could always predict her mood through her eyes.
"Are we going to dance?!"
"Yeah, I can't wait but first I need to ask you a question"
"What?"
"Why are you sad?"
"You are seeing things. I am perfectly fine. Now, let's go dancing!"
I know that she is not fine but I do not want to push her too far. We just became friends again and I am not planning on ruining this friendship so soon.