BEEP

Hmm, five more minutes!

BEEP - BEEP

What's in a name, oh stupid alarm-clock?

BEEP - BEEP - BEEP

Arghh! I was having such a nice little slumber and there goes that annoying sound, shutting down any chances of sleeping in.

BEEP - BEEP - BEEP

My hand flung out across my night-stand to shut down the incessant sound of the alarm clock, knocking it from the cabinet with the movement. Unfortunately, the power cord remained intact and I hadn't actually bumped the snooze button, so it didn't stop beeping.

Something should be said about having weeknight drinks with colleagues, on the night before a big interview. Don't do it. There's weekends for such things.

I sat up, feeling slightly hungover and hoped I didn't show it. My mouth was drier than the Sahara desert, I couldn't even swallow. I stared at the alarm-clock, shooting mental arrows at it, but it didn't seem to mind and went on doing its thing.

With a sigh, I threw my legs over the side of the bed and slid down. Yes, I have one of those really high beds and considering I'm rather short, I have to pretty much jump up to get on it. I love it, it makes me feel like a princess. Don't judge, okay!

BEEP - BEEP - BEEP

Okay doll, I get it, it's time to get up, enough already. I bent down and finally shut the bloody thing off, bracing myself for a dizzy spell as I got back up, leaning against my bed for support.

Note to self, don't drink, EVER, again.

The room finally stopped spinning enough that I could walk a straight line to my ensuite, where I walked directly into the shower. I was still parched, but I figured I could kill three birds with one stone, drink, brush my teeth and shower all at once. The only difficulty would be trying to avoid the shampoo ending up in my mouth as well.

While showering, I mentally prepared my questions for the interview one more time. As if the hundreds of times before that hadn't been enough to prepare me. I was always a little nervous before interviews. Always a little afraid of making a fool out of myself, no matter how hard I prepared for them.

Mindlessly, I applied shampoo and bodylotion, pampering myself on auto-pilot, while the questions and possible follow-ups went through my head. This morning, I was interviewing some guy who's won the Voice this year, and at one, I was expected back at the office to choose some accessories for a photoshoot for a different article. The diversity of my job was definitely one of its perks. Also, the giant closet where one could borrow several items of clothing, that I could never afford otherwise, was great.

My job was often stressful, dealing with important people, time frames, word-counts that have to be met, or constricted word-counts, those were always the hardest for me. Being able to say what I wanted in under 200 words. Although stressful, I was happy with what I had made of myself, especially remembering where I'd come from.

After about ten minutes in the shower, I started to feel human again, so I turned of the water supply and reached for a heated towel as I walked back to the bedroom. It was at times like these that I was happy about my habit of picking a week's worth of outfits, even though most of my friends called me borderline crazy. However, It always saved me a couple of minutes in the morning, which proved useful at mornings like these, not that they happened often.

When I was done drying myself, I wrapped the towel around my hair so I could get dressed. Today's outfit was a black pencil skirt with leather details, a salmon chiffon short sleeve blouse that I tucked into the skirt, and simple sophisticated black heels. I walked back into the bathroom, quickly blow-dried the foggy mirror so I could see myself and started styling my hair, opting to part in the middle today. I would combine my rather conservative look with some bold make-up, bright red lips and a simple eyeliner. I still hadn't managed to learn how to do a winged eyeliner, and today I wasn't going to waste time trying to.

I put on my elegant rosé-gold wrist-watch and checked the time when I was done. Realising I was running out of time to arrive punctually, I quickly ran over to the side-table near my entrance door, to dump the contents of last night's clutch into a big black tote with a shoulder strap, put on my black trench coat and left the apartment.

I decided to hail a taxi because I'd managed to run late this morning, instead of using public transport, so I'd be sure to arrive on time. Even being late by a minute would result into not having an interview and I couldn't afford to lose this interview. What would I tell my boss, I overslept because I was hungover?

Not a chance.

A taxi quickly spotted me, so I got in and told him the address in the heart of the city.

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This story is a rewrite, it was previously a fanfiction, but it is now an original story. I hope you'll enjoy!