I just got the paper saying I got the job I'm so excited to start my first day as the secretary of the new CEO of Spencer industries. I hurried to get ready because I have to be there today in about two hour of lord I have to hurry. I ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower then I got out and ran and got the new suit I bought. Then I hurried to grab my keys and everything else. And I rushed out the door. I got down to my parking space in my apartment and got in my grey Jeep. Then I headed to the office. I ran inside and tried to compose myself before heading to the receptionist desk. "Hello my name is Adrian Stone I'm the new secretary or a Mr. Spencer." She just looked at me surprised.
  I just give her a small smile and she motions towards the elevator doors. "Mr Spencer is on the top floor, i'll let him know you are here Mr. Stone." She says as I starts walking. I push the button and watch as the elevator slowly makes it decent towards the bottom floor. I am brought out of my head by the loud dinging of the elevators arrival. I walk in and push the ninetieth button. The cold grey doors close and the only thing to fill the space is the soft sounds of the elevator music.
  The doors open again and a tall handsome man walks in holding a briefcase and a to go cup of coffee. I give him a smile but he just continues to look forward with no expression. I shift to the back of the elevator as the man reaches for the buttons. He pauses and pulls his hand back. I look at the buttons and the only one still illuminated is the large ninety. I freeze and look back at the man next to me. This is my boss.
  The elevator dings for the last time of my ride and the handsome man steps off and I follow. "You must be my new secretary." The man smooth honey voice fills the void of the room. "Yes sir." I say my voice trying to be firm but it breaks under the pressure of his stare and it wavers just slightly. "Your desk is over there your tasks are on the list by the phone." He said as he motions to a mediums sized desk sitting in the corner of the room. I sit in the small plush chair sinking into the fabric.
  The rest of the day all I did was answer the phone and schedule appointments. The large clouded glass doors opened and Mr. Spencer stepped out. He had taken off his navy blue suit jacket and he held it draped over his arm. "Did you finish your tasks." He asks his dark pine green eyes piercing into my soul. I just nod and had over his schedule book. He nods and heads to the elevator. The doors close and I am left breathless.
  I make my way to the elevator pushing the down button. The door crawls open and I step inside somehow it seems darker than this morning. The elevator ride is slow and dreary filled with nothing not even the cheesy elevator music that filled it this morning.
  I step out of the elevator into the deserted lobby. I see Mr. Spencer standing by the doors looking at the outside world. "Mr. Spencer are you alright." I ask my voice squeaking a little. His face turns from a small smile into a from at the sound of my voice. "Ah, Mr. Stone I believe it was. Why are you questioning about myself when you should learn to only speak when you are spoken to. Or is you brain just that thick that you shy away from the fact that I do not like you. I only tolerate you because I needed a secretary." Mr. Spencer ranted almost running out of breathe by the end. I held my head up and gazed into his eyes. I didn't look away for almost a minute even as the tears gathered in my eyes.
  My eyes drop to the floor and I push past him on my way out of the building. I make my way to my car and I just sit there and ponder why my life just had to turn out like this. I get a job from my internet crush in high school only to find out that he is a dick and that I am still in love with the self centered pompous bastard with and ego the size of Mount Everest.
  My head drops into my hands as the tears I was fighting back earlier come back with vengeance. I lift my head from my hands and flip the visor down to look at my wrecked features. My once pale face is red and there are multiple tear tracks running down my cheeks. I rush to grab a napkin dabbing it at my eyes. It's of no use my eyes are already bloodshot and puffy.
  I slowly drive back to my small but nice apartment. I open the door and drop my bag on the small table by the entrance. I brush my hands over my cheeks again trying to get rid of the tears tracks that still marred my features. I make my way into the bathroom.
   I just stare at my self in the mirror for what feels like hours. I break out of my trace and start splashing cold water on my face. I strip out of my clothes and step into the shower. I look down at my scrawny form wondering why I even try anymore. The words rattle around in my skull piercing my brain. I can deal with this shit everyday I barley held it together today. I can't do this for the rest of my life. I finish in the shower and head to my room to write out my resignation and to get dressed.