Six

There are so numerous structures then that it's delicate to believe that man can make them but also destroy them. The structures appear to have fallen from God's hands and landed in New York City, of all places.

The main office is located in the heart of town New York in an altitudinous, satiny hutment. My heart fluttered in my casket as I stepped into the flashing lobby at quarter to eight. Everyone sounded to be suitable to see right through me as if all of my life's miscalculations were on display for all to see.

When I flashed my hand ID, the security guard's name label said"Soth."I slid into the crowded elevator and pushed my way to the fifteenth bottom. Under my flushed skin, my palpitation is quick. There is no need to be nervous, Elle; all you have to do is work with Mark and Cole.

Cole is indeed a showstopper.

When the elevator doors slid open, I stood altitudinous and carried my bag purposefully. My first look around the office verified that it would be everything I had hoped for and further. Still, with Edith at the table behind me, Cute Seth to my right, Cindy, and Anthony Bonds.

The point is that I did not go to work and sit in my own office; rather, I worked in an open space. Nevertheless, I enjoyed my work.

The structure has a palpitation indeed before eight o'clock in the morning. A clear glass panel behind the administration office provides a view of the bustling newsroom — wide, ultramodern divisions overflowing with loose paper; people codifying furiously, eyes fused to their computers, formerly high on riotous quantities of caffeine. It indeed smelled nice, like a new essay and coffee.

And there are hot men!

Melisa, the front- branch attendant, checked me in. The receptionist is upbeat and cheerful, and she appears to be a genuine immature lady." Our managing editor, Ms. Lu, will be meeting with the new staff at 830a.m. in the conference hall. "She'll give you a quick exposure because effects might have changed since Mr. Watson left."

"Yeah, new master. "I said, kindly nervously,

. Melisa smiled at me, "It'll each work out, Elle; in the meantime, please make yourself at ease." She movements to a staying area near the event, and I thank her politely.

I sink into the soft white leather settee, my heels digging into an ethereal slate hairpiece. I am running ahead of schedule.

I wish men would make me cum like that!

A woman with rich dark hair and golden-brown skin checked in with Melisa. She looked about my age, dressed in an impeccably black cut suit, pants pressed to perfection. I started to suppose she might be a coworker of mine or might be taking my spot for all I knew, Cole could be firing me. Now my mind started allowing of worst-case scripts, imagining I got fired, my parents would be disappointed and my studies were intruded as the girl who wore the nice suit made her way over to where I am sitting.

“ Hey.” She mirthfully saluted

"Hi," I introduced, sounding a little surprised. She extended a hand.

"Are you one of the new hires, too? "She asked

. Huh? I work then.

“ No, I work then.”

“ Oh, I'm new.” She replied

Her grip was firm, and her smile was sincere and genuine." Steph, "she said. A small shake of her head. "I'm so nervous that I might conk before the day indeed begins."

I laughed, not because of what she said but because I was inversely nervous, my stomach was literally churning and I could feel myself shake.

" Tell me about it."

We started talking and didn't stop. She told me about her training in the United States, her council experience, and eventually, she told me about her externship at the Times. She was easy to talk to, and her affront and dry wit were so stimulating and amusing.

Soon, we were joined by two men, also intelligencers. One of them introduced himself as Ryan and he was veritably altitudinous, and nearly tripped over the hairpiece as he sat. I hid a grin at his awkwardness.

The alternate joe was called Oli. He was quiet with dirty golden hair and dark eyes, exceptionally well-prepped. He did not say much, and slightly smiled but no denying, he had a boyish look to him that made him look handsome.

“ Come with me.” I turned to where I heard a deep voice come from.

Cole Anderson.

He stood there, in his black slim-fit suit, his big arms bulging through the material and the rest of him looking like a ready mess.

The four of us still followed him and I took a quick peep at his butt as he walked gracefully.

I tried to recall if I had touched some of that. I guess not.

Cole made himself comfortable in his office president and the four of us stood in front of him. I felt awkward, I mean he'd seen me naked ahead.

“ We need further information on the new case that passed involving consumer rights, we have not had important.”

The three gave a nod and none of us said a thing. And I actually wanted the ground to swallow me as Cole's eyes met mine.

“ Melisa, you'll be my new clerk. The rest of you can leave us.” He said waving with his hand.

I walked out of his office with my jaw dropped. I just got disrated? From the editor's clerk to a regular company intelligencer. I mean, I loved jotting, gossip, and trending effects but this just felt like a kick to the nuts.

“ Good for the girl, got hired and made clerk.” Ryan reflected

“ Yeah.” Was all that Oli gave as a reply.