It seems as if the world has a grudge on you.

First, you got a shitty day at work, not to mention all the stupid stuff you did because you didn't know which is which. Second, you only got two hours of sleep, seeing as you came home at two in the morning from I don't know where you've been, and third, it's four in the morning and you look horrible than a grinch.

But, that was an hour ago.

Now, you're standing in front of your boss, scanning you up and down, why? Let me see, uhm... You were wearing a tight black skirt, above the knee level, that is hugging your waist, paired by a tight white shirt that just fits perfectly and enough to show a bit of your cleavege, if you go down, you were wearing black stockings, and a three inch hig-heel.

"Is this inappropriate to wear?" You questioned, getting anxious by the second. "I'm sorry, it's just  my land lady made me wear this to work, thinking that it fits me and of course for the qualifications of being an intern, which I don't agree but-"

Emily cuts you off, raising one finger, directly looking at you and you pressed both of your lips to shut up.

"You're late." She scolded, arching an eyebrow. "I don't like people getting late!" She repeated, and you nodded in response. "Fetch me a coffee."

With that, you jolt out of the room, walking catiously since you weren't a fan of wearing high-heels, your co-workers looked at your way as you walked past them as if they were seeing some kind of a model who just looks perfect in their eyes, but in your eyes, you look as damn well below the standards.

"Hi." A man had a smug smile on its face, standing right next to you while you poured a coffee. "Can I get your number?" You looked at him straight in the eye, as you squinted yours. For about two blinks.

"No." You smiled innocently, walking out with two coffees in your hand as if automatically Felix would be in there when you go back.

And as if god heard your prayers, there he was, Felix, talking to another intern or something. You walked your way towards him, smiling as you did.

"Good morning, sir, here's your coffee." You interrupted and for a while, Felix glared at you, but then furrowed his eyebrows, and then widened his eyes when he saw what you were wearing. He takes the coffee from you and you smiled once more before going back to said room.

"What took you so long?" Emily asked without looking away from her laptop.

"Oh, Sir Felix arrived and I had to make him one." You replied, placing down the coffee on her desk, she hummed in response and handed you a clipboard. You looked at it.

"Those are the appointments of Miss Romanoff, you will be with her for the rest of the day." You widened your eyes as you looked back at her after hearing what she said.

"Miss Re — Romanoff? Why?" You slipped but thankfully she wasn't really paying attention.

"Why?" She repeated, looking back at you in disbelief. "Did you really asked that? Well, you're my intern and I'm your 'secondary' boss, so basically I assign you what to do and you follow, unless you want to switch places and encode things on this damn laptop that I don't even know how to use!" She half-yelled the last part and you had to stiffle back your laugh.

It's 21st century and she doesn't know how to use a laptop? How the hell did she get to that position then. You took the liberty to show her how to do it and she huffed frustratedly after you've done it.

"Oh, no, don't fuck in an office table, it's not hot in real life." Felix faked a gasp as his eyes landed on the both of you who was facing each other by just a few inchess away.

You looked at him, "I was just showing her how to use a laptop."

He snorted a laugh, now his eyes landed on Emily who was glaring at you dead in the eye. You're in trouble. So, you excused yourself from the two, grabbing the clipboard and made your way to her office.

By the time you got there, she was already leaving so you had to pick up your pace.

"Miss Romanoff, Hi, uhm, here is your schedule." You started as she looks at her watch without stopping from the walk.

She sighed. "What's first?" She asked without giving you a glance.

"Mrs. Dickinson-6:30a.m" You answered, as you both entered the elevator. "Mr. Lawrence-9:00a.m. Ms. Huntington-11:00a.m. and last is, Mr. Davidson-1:15p.m." You finished, clearing your throat after.

Natasha was looking at you in confussion but you were too occupied by her schedules.
"I don't think I've seen you before." That seems to get your attention as you looked back at her, slightly arching an eyebrow. After a long moment of silence. "Oh, wait, you're the laundry girl from yesterday." She added.

You released a sigh of relief and chuckled ever so lightly in an awkward manner. "Y-yes, I'am."

It's a good thing she doesn't remember she fucked you, right?

"Well..." She trailed off, her eyes going down then back to your eyes. "You've transformed very quickly." She smirked at you in amusement, and suddenly you felt suffocated under her gaze, until the sound of the elevator breaks in and she shifted her gaze from you.

The meeting went by like a cheeta. I should stop comparing things to animals, wait — is a Grinch considered as an animal? Anyways, as I was saying. It went like a blur, you just sat there listening and taking notes, but if you go further into details, Natasha couldn't seem to take her eyes off you as she glanced every time she gets the chance to, you were aware of it but you ignored her so that you could focus, but when you do that your brain gets a bit dirty.

And the next thing you knew was you were pinned on your back at the cold metal of the elevator, after Natasha pushed the button so that it would stop moving.

Your lips parted a bit as you breathe in and out, and the longer she stares at you, the more built up anxiety to grow.

"Are you following me?" She asked dangerously as if she's going to kill you.

"What?" Your breath hitched audibly and she slightly smirked.

"I said, are you following me?" She repeated, same tone as earlier. "First the club, then here, at my work? Are you or are you not following me?"

You slightly repositioned your body since you were a bit slipping under her. "I'm not following you." You shook your head slowly. You were hugging the clipboard in fear, which caused your chest to pop up a little too much as her eyes travelled from your eyes then down at your front so quickly.

"Okay." She stated casually, pulling herself from you and fixed her blazer same as you did to your clothes.

As soon as the door opened, Emily was standing there with a horror look. You both stepped out.

"I have a very bad news." She started, glaring at you to step back and so you did. "Ms. Haley went to Paris this morning and wouldn't be back until next week." She continued and Natasha furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance.

"What for?" She questioned, furiously looking at her employee.

"For a fashion show." Emily blurted out.

"But she hasn't been to any of that in the last five years." Natasha mumbled as if she was trying to think of something.

You and Emily shared a look, but hers seems to be disturbed while yours was in confusion.
'Who's Haley?' You whispered enough for Emily to hear.

'Her fiancée,' she replies in the same manner.

Oh, the girl from yesterday.

"You." Natasha looked at your direction.

"Me?" You pointed at yourself, and she nodded.

"Yes." She answered and you widened your eyes. "Come with me." Grabbing your wrist, turning to walk the opposite way of her office and you looked back at Emily.

'Where is she taking me?' You mouthed.

'I don't know, just do what she says.' She mouths back and that only made you more anxious.

'And what if she wants me to bury someone?' You questioned, still mouthing it and Emily sends you a death glare as if saying behave.

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