I'm late. Oh no. I get out of my car, it's some old run down car but I call it Minnie, because it's a Mini Cooper and I'm inventive like that. Looking at my watch, it says 9:10. Oh shit. What if I get fired on the first day? Do they do stuff like that? Oh no.

Better hurry. I look at the map on my phone. I did go to the right part of town, didn't I? I can't see the building. There is a bum who is looking at me across the road; he's giving me rapey eyes. Oh no... the guy is now heading towards me. Shit, shit, shit.

I start to run up the street, really fast. I'm huffing and puffing and my hair is a mess. Great. As well as being late, my new boss is going to think I'm a slob. Sucks to be me, right?

As I'm pitying myself, I see a huge building looming in front of me. It's like a scary but beautiful glass palace. Tall like a penis. OML. Why am I having dirty thoughts like that. I'm a good girl. My mother would be so ashamed of me, if she was alive, that was. Did I mention I'm also an orphan, so extra brownie points for me, I guess?

Written in big font is CARTER HOUSE. Wow. This must be it. Cool. I dash into the building and my mouth flies open. My new workplace is nothing like high school. I mean where I went just had grimy graffitied lockers and old, grumpy teachers, but this place is totally different.

I head over to the lift and press the button. It pings open and a black guy comes out in a blue suit. He is young and but he looks friendly. I decide to ask him where Mr Chase's office is.

"Hello." I say. "Where is Carter Chase's office."

The black guy looks at me like he doesn't know why a freak like me is even at Carter House.

"69 floor, sugar lips." He winks. And I blush. It's the first time a guy has called me sugar lips.

I stumble into the lift and push the button. And he smirks, then walks away.

The lift is grey and like a box. It has a mirror, and because floor 69 is quite a long way up, I take the opportunity to drag a brush through my shiny brown hair. People get in and off, but they don't notice me because I'm pretty much invisible. I've been like that my whole life. Just an average girl. With average grades. And average personality. That's why when I was born my parents decided to call me Avery. They said that they envisaged my future to be average because I was special.

When the door pings open, I realise that I have been holding my breath, so I let out a big breathe and try to calm myself. Stepping out of it, I land flat down on my face because I tripped over my feet again. Oh shit. I can feel myself go as red as spaghetti sauce from the tips of my unfashionable black shoes to the roots of my mousy brown hair.

Why has this happened to me? I am so clumsy.

When I stand up, I see that the blonde receptionist is staring at me like I am stupid. She looks beautiful and like she would fit in with the popular girls at high school. I have to keep reminding me that the real work world isn't anything remotely like school.

I smile. "Hi, I'm Avery Silver."

Blonde receptionist stares at me. Before tapping on her computer. "Of course. Mr. Chase has not arrived yet. Blonde 2 will tell you what you have to do."

She says all this robotically, so I wonder if maybe Carter Chase hires robot women because another blond woman comes out of an office and she looks exactly the same, except maybe she looks kinder.

"Avery?"

"Yes." I say eagerly.

"Come this way."

I learned that blonde 2's name is Samantha. She gives me instructions to get Mr Chase's coffee. She is another one of his assistants. He has got a harem of blondE haired assistants, so I wonder why I got the job.

Samantha seems nice. Maybe this job won't be as bad as I thought. Maybe Carter Chase will be nice too. I have hurry out of the building to the coffee shop a few blocks down and order a coffee.

When I go back out again, I realise that it is raining. Oh no. My hair is going to get super messy and frizzy. Why is my day going so badly?

My clothes are getting wet and soggy. Could my day get any worse? When I reach Carter House, I am so worried about how wet I look, I hit a wall.

It's a human wall. Pure muscle and testosterone. And in the process I watch in slow motion as the coffee lid flies off and spills onto the front of a white shirt.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry." I stammer out, the cup falls with a squelch into the gutter.

I gasp as I look into a angry pair of ocean blue eyes. They belong to a guy who is unbelievably hot and he looks super pissed with poor little me.

What am I going to do?

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