"Okay, Miss Mitchell. Here is your totally decaf coffee with absolutely no sugar." I handed Claire the steaming hot takeaway cup with a fake smile plastered onto my face.
Honestly, I was extremely stoked to be chosen as Claire's apprentice, I mean I'm not at all surprised: I aced all my exams, I know every single dinosaur creature, what is in its DNA and even how to pronounce their name and I have an IQ nearly as big as Einstein's. So, I'm one of the most intelligent people in this world and I chose Dinosaurs and science as my number one topic. I love it! One day, I want to become the master and run the park just like Claire does so I thought that the first step on my career ladder was to be the apprentice.
I was hoping to do more activities involving the lab and the genetics of the dinosaurs instead of fetching coffees, low-calorie snacks, signing paperwork and reading lots and lots of terms and conditions. I was basically Claire's duplicate who is forced to do all the shit things. But all I had to tell myself was that soon, well in years to come, I was going to be the superior one.
"Thanks…" Claire glared at me in a concentrated manner.
"Felicity, Felicity Kane." I interrupted, hiding my annoyance behind my long, golden hair.
"Yes, right… Felicity." Claire took a sip of her coffee and continued to walk, I trailed behind her as fast as I could. "Sorry Miss Kane, you see, I have to remember a lot of things in this job and honestly my interns name is not one of them."
"Apprentice."
"What?" Claire stopped in her path, I halted before smashing into Claire and spilling her boiling hot drink everywhere.
"Well, I'm your apprentice – not your intern." I explained in the nicest way I could.
I was eyed up and down before she opened her snarky mouth. "I see. I see. I see. I see way too much flesh on you." Claire lowered to my level and stared me in the eyes. "If you're so serious about being my apprentice, I think you should dress appropriately and not like a complete emo, gothic slut."
I gulped with anger and frustration. I wasn't dressed like a slut. I was dressed like me. Someone with style and originality. Claire always wore white and she had her hair sliced to perfection and her make-up at high standards. Her smile was always a mask but she always made it work, she had everyone fooled, everyone.
Peering down at my outfit I chuckled. I was wearing pitch black skinny jeans with rips in the knees, knee high biker boots with a 5 inch heel, a jumper top hand stitched with black cotton, my hair was brushed and let loose by my shoulders and my eyes were hidden holes darkened by the maze of eye liner surrounding it. I smoked only occasionally but I was seventeen and I lived on my own in one of the hotel rooms. However, Claire didn't smoke, I didn't supposed she ever had and I hardly believed she ever would.
"Do you understand?" Claire taunted.
"Yes Miss Mitchell." I looked at her with a cold, hard stare.
"Great!" Claire twisted on her heel and trotted down toward the lab. "Oh and your first task for the second week, spend the day with my two nephews." Claire ended up in the lift and twisted to face me. As soon as the doors began to close, I swore I saw a grin appear on her smug, pale face.
I rolled my eyes deep into the back off my head before slowly setting off to meet the nephews of my horrific master.