Emory groaned as the bright sun penetrated her 300 stitch count Egyptian cotton sheets. Ugh, why does it have to be Monday? she mumbled as the insesant glare finally got to her. She struggled for a few minutes trying to untangle herself from the suffocating bedspread but finally managed to freeherself. Em felt the plush bunny slippers with her wandering feet and slide the on before grabbing her heavy terrycloth bathrobe and headed to the bathroom. She greeted herself in the large mirror, welcoming the perfection that stared back at her.
The steaming water soothed her aching muscles as they bombared her skin. She lathered, rinsed, wrung and dried her glossy strawberry blonde hair before heading to large expanse that was her walk in closet. What to choose, what to choose? she mused to herself. Emory finally settled on a prestine white blouse and pencil skirt, wanting to look good for her first day at her new job. Her father was over reacting: she wasn't "wasting" his money, she was investing it into her beauty and pleasure.
Well, there was not getting around him, so she'd finally accepted a position as an intern at her family's adverting company. It would be an interseting experience to say the least. A working class woman If word got out to her friends, her social life would be as good as dead. She couldn't help it though, it was a matter of money: something she just couldn't live without.
Luckily, she still had the keys to her shiny new Maserati GranCabrio. The shiney gun metal grey gleamed in the sunlight as she shuffled through her Channel handbag for the keys. Emory backed up slowly, trying carefully not to hit the gate like she did last time. Remember, you have to pay for it yourself if it gets a dent. It was all the encouragement she needed. The warm tan leather seat relaxed her nerves on this all important first day. What would her co-workers say, the CEO's daugter going to work? They'd probably make her life miserable. True, she only got the job because of her dad, but that's no reason to persecute her. "Just use that Emory charm," she told herself, "Don't give up!"
After a good twenty minutes, she pulled up to the tall office building in the heart of downtown Los Angeles. Slowly turning into the dark, dank underground parking lot, she searched for her parking spot. Not spoting it, she pulled down the window as she saw a well dressed man approach. "Excuse me," she called, "Do you know were Emory Gheller's parking space is?"
He looked at her with a parculiar gaze. She would like to think he found her attractive, but unfortunately it wasn't so. "Emory Gheller, the boss' kid? She doesn't work even work her."he questioned as he sipped his pipping Starbucks.
"Oh really," she replied sarcastically, "she does now. I'm the new intern." She stared him down intensely. He was quite handsome. His amber eyes complimented his raven hair. Handsome, but not her cup of tea unless he could find her parking space.
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