Amelia's POV
"Oh shit." I said to myself as I struggled into my jeans and hurriedly put on my shoes. I checked the time as I grabbed my bag and my car keys and rushed out of my run down apartment in Queens.
Dominique was going to kill me, it was 8:00 and I was supposed to be at work at 8:30. I rushed down the apartment stairs into my beatdown beetle.
"If I drive like flash and if the angels are with me. Dominique would probably come to work late and I would be waiting with her morning coffee by the time she arrives." I thought to myself.
I started my car, it sputtered and didn't start.
"Okay, calm down. It probably just needs a little convincing."
I started it again and it made that same devastating sound. I banged my head on the steering wheel.
"No no no! This can't be happening."
I was already late, now I'll have to take the bus, which leaves in about, I looked at my watch. "Five minutes!"
I exclaimed rushing out of my car as I started running to the bus station to catch the bus.
Just as I was getting to the bus station, the bus was leaving. I didn't have enough money on me to flag a taxi.
I groaned, "could this day get any worse?" I sat down dejected while waiting for the next bus, which was going to arrive in the next ten minutes.
I was already late. Dominque would probably be at work by the time I arrived, all I could hope and pray was that she by some miraculous intervention was going to come in late today.
Cause one thing about Dominique Rivers, she was always on time and cold as the devil.
I brought my notebook and worked on a my sketch. It was a design for a new dress. I had been working on it for a while now. But I hadn't worked up the nerve to show it to Dominique yet.
Besides I was too busy running her errands to remember about them, when I was at work.
Finally the bus arrived and I got on. As I sat down, I said a silent prayer to my guardian Angel to make Dominque come late to work.
I finally reached my office in Manhattan. Rivera fashion, Dominique's company was in the heart of the city.
As I struggled to get down quickly from the bus, two buttons from the top of my shirt popped and a great deal of my cleavage was showing.
"I spoke too soon." I didn't grab a jacket or anything. I had to brace it and go into work.
…..
As I stepped into the office, I realized that my guardian Angel was probably not listening to me or was on a mission to sabotage my life.
Not only had Dominique come to work. But she was pissed because the The Glasshouse, the venue for her fashion show tomorrow evening had called to tell her that they had faced a flooding issue and the show couldn't be held at their venue.
"Where have you been?" Tanya the receptionist said to me as I walked past. "Dominique's been yelling at everyone this morning. And she has shouted your name like ten times."
I sighed as I dragged my legs to the lion's den, ready to accept my fate.
I knocked on her door and slowly entered. She was on the phone and she held her hand, signaling me to keep shut. And so I stood quite shifting my leg from side to side.
"It's 9:30, you're an hour late. Where the hell have you been?" She asked in an icy voice.
"I'm I'm…sorry my car wouldn't start, and I had to rush to get the bus and by the time I got there. It had already… lef left. So I had to wait for the next one." I stammered.
She eyed me from head to toe, her gaze resting on my cleavage.
She was calm, too calm for the mood she was in.
"So that's why you came to work, dressed as if you're going to a slut house?" She hissed.
I flinched as her words hit me.
I looked down, I didn't have a sensible answer.
She stared at me long and hard.
I squirmed underneath her gaze.
"Get me a venue better than the Glass house for my fashion show tomorrow evening in the next two hours or you're fired." She said.
I opened mouth in shock. She waved her hand to dismiss me as she took another call.
I stepped out of the office. My mind was spinning.
"How will I find a venue better than the glass house on such short notice?"
I had booked the glasshouse, two months ago.
There were events always happening in New York. To get a good venue you needed to book on time.
I walked back to my desk still thinking of where I was going to find a venue.
"I might as well kiss this job goodbye." I whispered to myself.
My head was aching. I needed a job, I had bills and debts to pay. It had taken me months to get this job. I was depending on it.
I turned on my computer and began to look up venues.
All were fully booked.
I scrolled for an hour, nothing.
Something made me click on the Empire State Building's website. I didn't bother to check earlier on cause it was always booked.
But I clicked it, and just like that. I found a way to save my job and get on Dominique's good side if she had one.
Just as I was on my way to her office, I met her on her way out with Trent Lavante, a fashion icon.
"I hope you have my venue, Celia?" Dominique asked.
"It's Amelia ma'am." I corrected her.
She eyed me. I groaned inwardly, "I should have kept my mouth shut."
"Do you?"
"Yes ma'am. I was able to get a booking for tomorrow evening at the Empire State Building."
"I could swear I saw her smile just a bit. A little lift at the corner of her mouth."
I was beginning to feel a little better. Maybe I had finally done something right.
Maybe this will make up for showing up late this morning.
"Nothing, I mean absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the next words that came out of her mouth."
"You're such an incompetent, insignificant, unreliable little being, with no flair for fashion. I wondered why I hired you in the first place."
The ringing in my ears was getting louder as I felt my head getting lighter as she said the words I had been dreading to hear for so many days while working with her.
"You're fired!"