Ify opened her brown eyes and was suddenly alert.

'Oh'

She was in her new room in her own rented apartment in New York City.

She glanced at the digital clock on her side table and sighed. It was just 7:30 am, which meant that she had plenty of time to prepare and get to the office at her new job.

She was an agent under a project manager. She was not sure of the project at hand, well, because she was yet to resume.

Today was her first day at work.

She swiftly stood up and walked to her wardrobe to pick an outfit from the many clothes she bought the day before.

She chose a cream chiffon top and a black pencil skirt. She planned on pairing it with black heels and, maybe, wear a silver brooch.

After showering and dressed up, she took two steps towards the door and shook her head.

Heels were just not her fort. Not that she needed it. She was 5'4 tall and  certainly did not need extra heights.

She removed the heels and wore a black pair of moccasin. She picked up the black bag she put down and walked out of the room.

She glanced at the clock in the living room and realized that she had to hurry. Therefore, she could not have breakfast nor pack lunch.

'Great'

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Ify walked up to the receptionist, told her her name and that she was a new employee.

The receptionist looked at her skeptically and asked for her appointment letter. Ify understood her and did not find it offensive.

'It's part of her job'

She handed the letter to the receptionist and, after thorough perousal, it was handed back to her.

"Go to the HR office by your left on the third floor," the receptionist said, "you can't miss it. Give them your appointment letter and follow up the procedure to aquire your employee ID card."

The receptionist was actually nice. Ify glanced at the plaque on the high surface.

'Rachael Philips'

"Thank you." Ify smiled and walked up to the elevator.

She reached the third floor and took to her left. On the way, she saw a sign with the words, Human Resources, and an arrow showing that she was on the right path.

She saw a male receptionist this time and told him of her status.

She was directed to the registration area and was told that her ID card would be ready next week Monday.

She was also directed to the 5th floor where her work station was.

Ify got to 5th floor and on stepping out of the elevator, she crashed into a pile of files. Actually, it was a person holding the pile of files, a girl to be specific.

"Oh I'm so sorry for bumping into you," the girl said, clearly distressed.

"It's okay," Ify assured her, "I should have watched where I was going. I'm sorry too."

After packing up the files, the girl asked who Ify was.

"I'm a new agent under Mr Dylan," Ify replied, proudly.

"Oh..."

Ify noticed that the girl looked at her with a funny look. One likened to pity.

"What is it?" Ify asked.

"Ehm... Nothing. Good luck," the girl bid her, "go this way," as she pointed to the path leading to a door, "that's his office."

"Thanks." Ify beamed at her.

She walked briskly to the door and before she could knock, she heard a voice reprimanding so coldly and rudely.

"What the heck is this, James? Is this what I asked from you? I said you should write a proposal, not practice your letter writing with the time you are being payed to be productive!!!"

Ify flinched and instinctively removed her hand from the door knob.

'Wow. Talk about nasty character. I thought I was the worst'

"Sir, please," another voice which supposedly belong to Mr James, considering how weak it was, "my wife just gave birth last week and I have not slept ever since..."

'Wrong move, boy,'  Ify thought.

There was a brief silence and then, "Hello... Send me a new agent. Mr James has been fired."