Buzz.. Buzz.. Buzz

Now I know what you're thinking and no, it's not a bee. The annoying sound of my alarm clock surrounds the room and it's vibrating near my head inevitably drew me out of my comatose state. My eyes open slowly and I roll over on to my back and stare at the ceiling.

Oh God, another Monday, was the first thought that entered my head as I lay lazily under the blanket. I usually set my alarm for 6 in the morning so that way I'm giving myself 30 minutes to actually roll out of bed. I think it's pretty clear to see that I'm not a morning person.

During those 30 minutes, I take in how quiet the apartment is as Mari is still as Anne's. It's these moments that I dread the most. The ones where I'm all alone, left to my thoughts. For me, this is like mindlessly walking into a haunted house. I reach over to the bedside table and grab my black journal that I left there last night, and the pen right next to it.

Opening to the next empty page, I take a deep breath and start jotting.

Day 325
Didn't take my meds last night again and don't plan to today either. I saw them again last night. I saw her again too, just as all the other nights with her nonchalant and vindictive nature...kept me up all night. Probably got fours hours sleep at most. Thank God, Mari comes home today. I can't stand being in this apartment alone for that long.

I wanted to write more but stopped myself and put the pen down, closing the journal with a sigh. I try to keep it simple and not get in too deep because I know it would unleash a boatload of emotions that are just better off being tucked away.

At 6:30, I finally rolled out of bed and made sure to straighten out the sheets and fold the blanket before heading to the bathroom for a shower. As the warm water hits my back, I start to think of everything that I planned to accomplish today and I think in the process, I started to fall asleep on myself.

Pull yourself together Mia!

After I got out of the shower, I took my time walking over to the sink to brush my teeth as Mari was still at Anne's house, there was no need to rush as I spend most of the time needed to get ready, trying to wake her up.

The apple certainly doesn't fall far from the tree.

I proceeded to make myself breakfast and then I went back into my room to put on my makeup. After makeup, I had to fix my hair which consisted of re-wetting, adding more product and diffusing...that took me to 7:30. I then put on white shirt and tucked it into a navy blue pencil skirt that stopped just before my knees and a pair of black heels and left for work with everything that I may need.

It takes me nearly 45 minutes to an hour to get to work, more so depending on traffic. With 10 minutes to spare, at 8:50, I pulled into the employees' car park of Syco Entertainment and parked my car.

Sometimes it still doesn't seem real to me that I, Mia Marie Badal de la Rosa (I know it's long, you get used to it), am Simon Cowell's secretary...well one of.

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I walked through the glass doors with a bright smile on my face. It's as good as forced but I couldn't let everyone working here know that I'd rather be given a bowl of strawberries to eat than be here.

I'm allergic to strawberries...

To be quite honest, working here isn't at all what it's made out to be. In fact, I'm 100 % sure that every single person in this room has had similar thoughts to me but I carry on anyway because I need the money. Getting out of the elevator, I make my way to my desk, greeting everyone I pass with a cheery 'Buenos dias!'

Spanish had become a major part of my life in the way I speak. I try but it's kind of hard not to include a few Spanish words when I speak, especially since my whole life, I grew up solely speaking the language until it was as perfect as my English. My mum wouldn't let my siblings and I speak English in the house until our Spanish was muy perfecto but I guess it should be expected from having a Cuban mother, not to mention, Cuban grandmother who barely speaks English.

Anyway, when I reach my desk, I see Linda is already there, at our desk. She's Simon's other secretary. We sit behind a large curved desk which allows us to each have our sides and it's right opposite Simon's office.

"Let me guess," she says as soon as I reach the desk with a teasing smile, "You're either hungover or it's just Monday"

"Don't start. You know Mondays never work out for me. Something bad always happens," I defended. I swear I'm not exaggerating, Mondays just aren't my days.

"Oh come on! Are you talking about last week when the wind blew your hair in your face and you spilled coffee on your white shirt? It was one time!" she exclaimed, "Stop exaggerating"

"What about the week before at lunch when that car almost ran me over!" I countered. It's only then I realized that while I was complaining, Linda started laughing.

"Why are you laughing? Estoy siendo serio!" I sat down in my chair with a huff. (i am being serious- english translation)

She chuckled and went back to typing away on her computer. Linda is Simon's next secretary. She is 28 years old with short blonde hair and slim figure and the most gorgeous blue eyes. She's actually engaged to her boyfriend of 5 years. She's one of the rare people in this office who I can actually tolerate. Don't get me wrong, I like to think that I'm a super nice person but think of it this way...nice people have their limits too. And with my lack of sleep, my tolerance level is staggeringly low.

I turn on my computer and get to work immediately,  retrieving some information that Simon asked me to get in preparation for his 1 o' clock meeting.

Who is he meeting again? I thought to myself. Right as I was about to check Simon's schedule, my phone begins to ring on the desk where I left it. Z, it read. I quickly told Linda I'll be back and made my way into the lobby.

"Hey Jules...¿Cómo estás?" I try to sound as cheery as I can to mask the uneasiness that I feel whenever he calls while I'm in public, where many people can hear our conversation.

"Oh hey Mia! I'm fine...great actually! But what about you? How is your day going so far?" Oh god he's stalling which means he wants something.

"What do you want, Julian?" I said, dropping my cheery voice and getting straight to the point.

"Well since you asked" urghhh I can hear the smirk in his voice, "I wanted a second opinion on a few tracks" he said hopefully but it comes out like a question.

I felt my face drop, "Julian.... I-"

He cut me off and starts to reassure my worries, just like everytime he calls, "Ok...Just hear me out, it will be just like last time, the boys won't find out and the media won't get wind of you or even the situation"

I opened my mouth to say something else but again he cut me off again, this time to mock me, "Don't worry about it, we already know, you don't want pay for your services"

"Firstly, don't mock me or I won't do it, and secondly don't play all innocent with me" I said, "I know you guys secretly pay me no matter how many times I told you not to!"

I've run out of fingers and toes to count how many times I've told them to stop paying me when I help them and yet every single time there's always more money in my bank account than the last time I checked.

"It's not a favour if you pay for it," I added and then silence follows. It's also in that silence when guilt starts seeping in and I couldn't help but cave.

"Really?!" he exclaims shockingly, probably not expecting me to do it again.

"Yeah why not?" I said nonchalantly, ignoring the voice in the back of my head saying don't do it. "Just email them to me. I have some free time before Simon's next meeting so I have some time to go over them with you. Is that ok?"

"Brilliant!" he cheered causing a small smile to appear on my face at the fact that this made him so happy.

A/N
AHHH!!!! My first chapter is up!! I was really second guessing this whole book thing but now....i kinda like it. OMG i wonder how many people are gonna see this. Probably not many oh well.

Anyway what do you guys think of Franchelli Rodriguez as Mia. And let me know if you liked the first chapter.