There are three things you should know about me.One. My name is Aurora, Ro for short. You can call me Aurora.Two. I've recently finished my degree, but I've been in the workforce since I was sixteen.Three. I'm about to nail this job interview.Waiting has never been my strong suit. It builds up unnecessary anticipation and makes you nervous.My competition today consists of women dressed in pencil skirts and men in tailored suits, the common denominator being that they all sit straight. It's logical. The interview we're going for is a rare opportunity and one of us will be choLopez as the assistant of the CEO's secretary.So, tell me, out of all these respected professionals, why I had to sit next to the only person in the room hunched over and frantically bouncing her knee.I clasp my hands together atop of my knees and turn to her, placing a crisp smile on my lips, "Are you nervous?""Oh!", The woman gasps, she was in her head. She softly laughs, "Yes. Very."I decide not to answ
"No dad, I have to- okay. Yes. Okay, I- Yes dad,", I hastily checked my watch. I'm in a rush to get to Beetle Ports headquarters and dad isn't letting me off the phone, "Dad listen, I have to- ""I'm serious Aurora, don't screw this up. Your mother and I both expect big things from you. Think of all- "I sigh into the phone; I regret telling him that I got the job. My heels clack on the ground as I speed along the city pathways."I've got to go dad.", I say as I hang up and round the last corner to the building.My watch says seven-forty-five, which means I'm early, but I wouldn't cut it any closer. Being tardy is professional, being early is respectable.Today I'm wearing a sleek black skirt, a cream satin blouse, and black leather stilettos. Perfectly simple. Classy.Ms. Bailey greets me at the door, legs straight and hands held in the front. She's a striking woman but not because of her features. She's striking because she stares at you as if she knows everything. As if you couldn'
My second week at Beetle Ports Headquarters begins with a bang. This week we are preparing for a celebratory charity event on Sunday, and everyone is in a frenzy. Ms. Bailey is barking orders at me from eight A.M. Two hours after home time, multitudes of people rush in and out of Ms. Bailey's office all day, leaving me either glued to my desk or running through floors. By Monday night, my high heels had burned blisters into my feet. But I'm back at it again Tuesday morning bright and early, organising group after group to participate in the event."Hello, Beetle Ports Headquarters. Aurora speaking.""Hello, this is Aurora from Beetle Ports, am I speaking to Johnathon?""Hello, this is Beetle from Aurora Ports headquar- Sorry. This is Aurora from- "Ms. Bailey is a sharp woman, extremely efficient at best, curt at worst."Today, Mr. Jameson is meeting us to review his potential investments. He always has horrible timing, don't fret. He is allergic to dust, bees, pollen, and... perfume,
I wake up Monday morning with my alarm spitting at me. I'd gone to bed around one in the morning last night and now I have to suffer the consequences of that. Groggily, I rise out of bed then leave for my jog, eat, shower and head for work.It's comforting to see everyone else is crawling around like Zombies too. I pick up a coffee for Ms. Bailey and I, knowing we'll need it, and trudge to the elevator.Ms. Bailey sits at her desk looking as fresh as a daisy, though staying as late as I did last night. I offer her the coffee which she politely refuses.I don't complain, I'm already halfway through mine. Another won't hurt.I'm fumbly all day, making little mistakes constantly. Ms. Bailey doesn't confront me about it, but I can tell she's caught on and it stresses me."Aurora.", she calls from her office.I'm glad for the distraction, I've been fighting to keep my eyes open for an hour and a half."Yes Ms. Bailey?", I respond, stepping into her office."There is a major shipment com
"Ro Ro, that's pretty cool.", Helly hums, twirling Daisy around by the tips of her fingers.I chuckle, "Thanks. I'm very tired.""You should become an investigator, ratting evil people and stuff.", Daisy chimes in, twirling again.After missing Friday dinner, my girls called an emergency meeting at Helly's place. Unfortunately, Eva couldn't make it, she's on a hot date with her boyfriend of the week."You'd make a great cop.", Helly laughs, shimmying her hips to the music.I faux glare at her, "Now, what's that supposed to mean?"[] [] []"Aurora.", Ms. Bailey greets standing from my desk as I enter our floor."Good morning Ms.Bailey,", I reply, handing her a coffee, "Did you sleep well?""Yes. Thank you,", She says, taking it and placing it down. She takes a breath. "Aurora. I reviewed your findings on the lost shipments and brought it to the attention our insurance staff. We're scheduled to meet them in an hour. Please prepare a presentation."Four men sit in front of me, including
It's hard not to rush to Ms. Bailey Monday morning and blubber out everything that I have seen. I couldn't have helped myself. Sunday night I had been rotting wondering how the situation with Mr. Menni had turned out, I couldn't have stopped myself from committing to a quick search of 'Beetle Ports - Menni - Smuggling' and I was right! Well, I think I was right... The article was vague to say the least. But I'm pretty sure I'm right!As I sit at my desk, I can't help but glance at Ms. Bailey. She must know. Surely, she must know. But if she does, she doesn't give anything away.I slump in my chair. What fun is catching a villain if I don't get to brag about it. The day only lessens in excitement from then on. I make phone calls and fill out paperwork, but I don't get the excitement of being called into Ms. Bailey's office. I travel to the floors below, go get coffee, but I don't get to visit the top floor. By the end of the day, I'm dreary and bored. Tuesday's no better but Wednesday
"Dad, I've really gotta go- ""Aurora, I'm coming down with Uncle Will next week. I- ""No! I mean-, sorry. No dad you can't.", I sigh.Three years ago, Uncle Will lost his job. He's been sitting lazy ever since. My dad has always had patience for him, being his brother apparently meant unconditional funding. I, being the main source of income in my family, am expected to help.Dad sighs also. There's a tense silence through the phone.My mother has a similar viewpoint to me. She's realistic. She understands my father's want to help his brother, but she also knows that Uncle Will is greedy and prone to entitled behaviour. Unfortunately, she's much softer, much kinder than me. She lacks the courage to stand up to my father and romanticizes his outwardly stubborn nature. So, I've been burdened by my mother's morality and my father's stubbornness."Aurora. One more chance, he won't blow it.", Dad sighs.I close my eyes. One more chance."Okay.", I whisper.[] [] []"No!", All of my frien
"Flores, you gotta' be kidding.", Mr. Campbell incredulously laughs, white gum sitting on his tongue. Though middle aged, he'd be handsome if he ever fully opened his eyes.Ms. Bailey said I was to handle Mr. Campbell the same way she does, and I'm trying but it's easier said than done. I sound like an entitled brat threatening him through someone else's name."Just- ", I sigh, "Will you have the information by this afternoon?"Mr. Campbell eyes me and I harden my eyes."You're not very good at threats kiddo,", he grits out, chuckling at me as he chews away, "Not scary enough."I deadpan him, "Well I can call down Ms. Bailey, maybe she'll be better."We glare at each other.He puffs out an annoyed breath before rolling his eyes, "Come see me at two."[] [] []"Aurora.", Ms. Bailey greets as I exit the elevator, "Let's talk in my office."Neither of us sit as she speaks, "Jack?", she questions."He'll be done by two.""Good,", she mutters, reaching for a folder on her desk, "Take this
It's the day before my wedding. It's been a month since I last spoke to my dad and though thinking of the situation brews conflicted thoughts, I'm enjoying what's around me and making sure to start each day with a bang."No Ms. Jones.", I huff, placing my hands on my hips, "You have to catch up. You're supposed to be the best of the best, there's three mistakes in this document."She stammers for an excuse, but I silently stare at her then the corrected papers on her desk."Y- No, Bailey said that those were minor adjustments,", She says, gathering her ground, "That it's not necessary to perfect those numbers."My face flattens as I deadpan her. Lazily, as she continues furthering her excuse, I drape my eyes up and down her figure. Her words falter and eventually I look back up. I sigh and gather my hands behind my back, "... Ms. Jones, tell me,", I hold her eye, "Do I look like Ms. Bailey?"[] [] []At lunch, I'm called to Kevin's office.I push my way through the big doors, our lunc
Today's the day. It's uncle Will's demise, and what I previously would have dreamed to happen, I'm now dreading. I glance to my phone. I'm bound to get a call today, either from Kevin to say that all went well, which it will, or a call from dad saying it all went wrong, which is also what's going to happen. I sigh and stare back at my fingers. The girls are due over in half an hour, at noon, and they're coming with food and movies and hopefully a hug or two.To be honest, I'm annoyed. I'm frustrated at my dad, at my mum, at the whole situation, and I'm angry because they're not calling! They're making me wait, and I hate waiting. I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "Stupid unnecessary anticipation.", I grumble to myself.When the girls arrive, I'm hounded in a group hug, my chin resting on Daisy's shoulder."Girl, honestly. When did you get the nerve to look so damn good?", Eva snaps, taking a step back.I frown, "... What- ""And seriously Aurora,", Helly interrupts, placing her hands
Today, I'm booked. Eight to nine, I'm making sure this work week gets off on a good foot.I clap twice as I visit the accounting office, "You guys are behind.", I call to the room, watching as some hide a little below their desks, "Get on with it please... And you, fix your posture.", I impatiently command.Nine to ten, I've got my first dress fitting.All the girls gasp at the sight of my dress. It's practically a piece of fabric held up by pins and string, but with the concept drawing beside it, it's potential is obvious and striking.Eva covers her mouth as she stares with stars in her eyes, Helly's eyes drape up and down it and she shakes her head with a big smile, Daisy, expectedly, bursts into tears and blubbers about how beautiful I'll look.Ten to eleven, I'm sitting in a meeting with Kevin. Eleven to twelve, I'm buzzing around the office, and twelve to one, I'm visiting a cake tasting event with Kevin and our wedding planner."Thankyou, Jeremy.", The woman says to a waiter as
Kevin, in a not-so-subtle attempt to help me relax, has organized a dress fitting appointment for me. He's done well too, there's not a single price tag in the store, I'm guessing he knows I'll choose the cheapest. I chuckle and roll my eyes, before I sigh. This has all got an agenda. He's going to such great lengths because today is Friday. Today is the day that they deliver the first lot of bad news to Uncle Will and I'm peaking out as is.But for the sake of shallow encouragement, I stick my head in the sand and follow through with the days plan. I've never intricately imagined what my wedding would be like, but I most certainly didn't expect to have a dress be designed from scratch specifically for me."Okay, my girl!", The bubbly designer chants, clapping her hands, "Let's see what we're working with."The designer, upon seeing my shape, starts to rough out some designs she believes will work well with me. With the first glance, they show to be average wedding dresses. Every desi
Monday morning after an extremely stressful nights rest, I dazedly stroll to my office and spot a flat box about the size of an a6 envelope sitting square in the middle of my desk.My eyes well up.I slowly pick up the box and swallow, "Aw, Kevin.", I wistfully chuckle. For such an awful Sunday, who would've thought Monday would start so well.I smile and undo the ribbon, gently placing it down before lifting the lid.A girlish giddiness vibrates my chest as I run my fingers over the beautiful pearl necklace sitting atop a plush cushion. Kevin is out for the morning, he's scheduled with external meetings until an hour past noon. One of those meetings likely mentioning my uncle's demise.I close my eyes.I don't know what to do. Uncle Will deserves to be put away. Dysfunctional people need to be reproved until they're functional. Discipline is necessary, and in his case? Very well deserved. I rub my forehead. But my dad... I glance to my manicured fingertips.This would destroy him. Th
"The third venue is the best Ro.", Eva says over the call, her hands uncharacteristically direct to the picture on her screen."You're kidding. No. The second is the best. Look at the lighting! Imagine the pictures you could get!", Helly argues, Eva's words apparently offensive.Daisy's staring away from the call to her TV with a bucket of buttery popcorn in one hand, her third energy drink in the other. Her eyes are glued to some random cartoon, and I frown. How is she even alive?I sigh and glance back to the girls who are bickering, "And the first?", I ask.Eva slightly tilts her head as she flicks to the other venue I sent her, "I mean... It's okay... Do you like it?"I don't have much of an opinion on that one, I can't decide, so I shimmy my hand in response.Eva nods, like that was what she thought as well.Helly leans over her phone camera with a hand on her chin, "Which one is Mr. Scott's favourite?", She cheekily asks.Despite not wanting to, I blush and shake my head with a
"Okay... So, guess who my uncle is working for."Kevin snaps to attention, pausing his kiss on my palm. It's Friday morning and we're together in his office."Who?", he asks, his breath tickling my hand.Quickly, I yank to retrieve it, but he's latched on and shakes his head with a smirk. He runs a lazy finger over my palm to tickle it further.I struggle to close my hand as Kevin jams it open."Stop that!", I hiss, climbing off his lap to pull my hand away."You get back here.", He laughs, reaching for me."No.", I say, finally freeing my hand. I whip to him from a distance and hold a finger out, "You have to listen to me."He rolls his eyes and silences to listen."Okay, so. My uncle can't help himself, he's a questionable man... You know who else is questionable?", I ask, pausing for effect as I retrieve my laptop.At my pause, Kevin chuckles, "Who?""Mr. Menni.", I say with a big, dangerous smile creeping up my face. Kevin's face falls slightly, "Now, let me tell you. My uncle, wh
I've got my high heels on, I've got my favourite leather bag, and I'm clacking into Beetle Ports Co early Wednesday morning.I've got my pass in hand, and I'm hoping it still works on the elevators.I skip the public line and stride into Kevin's private elevator, catching some glances as I do. I stare back until they drop their gazes. When the card scanner turns green, I know I'm in and start to shoot straight up to the top floor. It's been three and a half weeks since Kevin and I have even looked at each other and whether he wants to or not, I'm restarting the cycle. I must tell him what I've found. When I arrive at the top story, I strut down the hall to his front door and straighten up before I knock.He calls out for me to come in, obviously thinking I'm someone else. My eyes shut momentarily at the sound of his voice and my resolve falters. I hold my heart. He's in there... What am I doing-Go.I open the door and walk in without a word, and he doesn't lift his eyes off his paper
Mr. Menni is going down.... After I get Kevin to listen.I'm shielded by the door, not listening to him as he beckons me over like a siren."No. Listen.", I chuckle, pointing a firm finger at him. This is a new Monday and I'm going to start it correctly.He laughs and leans back on his arms. He's flexing."It's not working, sorry.", I flatly say with a click of my tongue, and I turn to my laptop as he laughs, "Okay, so let's discuss- ""I'm not discussing anything until you come over here.", Kevin purrs.I glare at him. My plan was to slide in the information slowly, eventually rounding around to my involvement with the Menni case.But I guess that's not working."Let me help with Mr. Menni.", I deadpan.Kevin's easy-going smile dissipates, and he holds my eye."Finally.", I sigh, taking a step closer to him now that he's on edge. It needed to be done, "Look,", I start, placing my computer in front of him, "These are Mr. Menni's associates.", I gesture to a list, and his eyes flick o