A/N: Hello everyone, happy New Year! I hope that this year brings you several blessings, and that you accomplish any goal you have. Soo.. this is my first fan fiction, I am really nervous, I have read several works, from different authors, and they all rock. There is a lot of talent in here. So I am trying to do something different, I am working with a friend, with whom I decided to write this story, so she helps when I need help and then I help her when she is stuck, this is just for the first chapters. Hope it works
I just hope you like it. So make me a happy girl by reviewing this, what you like, what you don't and where you think it should go. Any mistakes are mine, sorry. Now without any further adieu, the story:
Chapter 1: A welcome worthy of a queen
Finally, after four years in college and other three years with crappy stories, I had landed my first real job. I loved every second of my independent stories; but I had to face the truth, economy was hard and the money I got from them wouldn't be able to support me much longer. I tried thinking everything would get fixed and that I would survive with my stories. But I had had enough. So after six months of putting off looking for a job I decided to get my butt ready and placed myself in job-mode. I knew I had talent, I was not the best, but I was barely a rookie. I gathered all my stories, arranged them nicely and very professional and sent the copies to different newspapers and magazine. But I knew I had to take that extra mile. So I asked Anne, my best friend to hand the paper to her brother. Nick, he was an agent who was acquainted to several influential people. I wouldn't have asked for his help if I didn't knew deep down that I wanted to try another branch in the journalism carrier.
So here I am now, four months later in front of a magazine, a fashion magazine. If someone had told me that while I was in the uni that I would end up in a fashion magazine I would have laugh so hard that I would have peed in my pants. This was not because I believed that fashion magazine were as phony as a three-dollar bill, but because I knew that politics and tourism were my fort, or so I believed. But here I am with my best suit and the best heels (which are very uncomfortable, and I just hope they are worth it) ready for my first day in the fashion world. I'm not sure what to expect, well I know that there are going to be a lot of clothes and shoes, but most importantly models, sexy models. Wait what? My first day and all I'm thinking is about models, sexy models actually. Was there any other type of models? Ok, now I'm over-thinking. Calm down Campbell! Geez, I'm not even inside the building and I already feel my heart beat rising. But I snapped over my trance as I someone yells "watch out" and before I even blink someone trips with me and we both fall down.
-Oh my God, I am so sorry, I was just walking with a handful of boxes and I was not able to see where I was going...
-Obviously you didn't, just be more careful next time, will you? I interrupted the young lady.
-I said I was sorry said the lady embarrassedly, who I now saw was blushing.
I stood up and just offered her my hand, to help her. She looked at my hand, than she looked into my eyes and back to my hand. I was about to retreat my helping hand when she took it. She stood up and checked to see if she was still in one piece. As she did that I looked her for the first time. She was tall, just a few centimeters smaller than I was. She had long brown hair that fell to her middle back. She was skinny but had curves, and I'm pretty sure that underneath the blue shirt she had a body that would rise up the dead. But her eyes, they just finished murdering anyone. She had green eyes I just couldn't fail to notice. Really beautiful green eyes. I realized I was just there standing like a dummy staring at her. She is not the first girl I have ever being attracted to, but she had something that I just couldn't place. And that something was good. I decided to break the silence.
-So are you a model there? I said
-Are you working here? She said at the same time.
We laughed, and then I signaled her with my hand to go first, after we finished laughing. "A model? You think I am a model? She asked. Well thanks for that you just brighten my day. But I am not a model, I am a photographer. Although it is good to know I'm still able to rock the world.
All I could think of was that she sure did rock my world. How long was it since I had a real date? I didn't even remember, but I now know it had been too long. And that perhaps I had found the deliverer.
"I'm Sydney by the way, she said. Just in case you were wondering. Sydney Reed.
"Sydney, that is a nice name. Jesus! Could I be lamer? A nice name, she was nice all over and all I said was that she had a nice name. So much for acting cool.
"How about you? What is your name, and to what do we own the honor of you presence here? She asked.
I couldn't help the blush that came over my face. "I'm Naomi here we go again, I can't just wait for her to laugh Campbell. And I am the new editor at Kromos. I decided to omit the fact that I was the newest editor in chief. She didn't laugh, that was new. There was just one other person I remember that had not laugh when I introduced myself. But that person, that petite person, I had not seen her in more than eight years.
"Well nice to meet you, officially, said Sydney. So you work at Kromos too? You are the newest editor they just hire then. I figured, it is not that often that I have seen a lovely face, certainly a change from the models, a good change.
I couldn't help but take a glance at my watch. 8:30 a.m, damn I had wanted to arrive early, that way I could have talk to my boss, and get acquainted with the building. When I looked up, I saw Sydney looking at me, and I just couldn't help but smile.
"I guess you should get going, she said picking up the boxes. I don't want to make you late on your first day..
"Its fine, here let me help you, I said opening the door for her.
"You sure? She asked as I helped her by grabbing some of the boxes. I don't want you to be late.
"Are you trying to get rid of me? I asked raising my eyebrow. We ARE going to the same place so I might just as well go with you.
Sydney noticeably blush under my raised eyebrow, but she just laughed as we walked to the elevator. The ride to the fifth floor was quite. Not an awkward silence, but a nice silence.
Once we got there, I saw my jaw drop as I absorbed all the different furniture, the colors and the design. This was definitely different than what I expected. There were many desks; to my left I could see the closet. The closet was filled with dresses, shoes, belts, mannequins, and any type of jewelry that might be needed to a photo shoot. So many brands, most of them I didn't even know how to pronounce them correctly, let alone recognize them. I made a mental note to myself to research on designers. At my right side was the photography department. I could see many tripods, strobes lights, sync flash lights, those funny white umbrellas and many different lenses. This was interesting. This was like heaven, nirvana to photographers, designers, models and editors this is where dreams come true. This was home to me now. This was my opportunity to shine, to show people, the world who Naomi Campbell was. Fashion world beware here comes Naomi Campbell, the new editor.
I guess must have being staring at the building for a long time because Sydney was talking and I am sorry to say that I was not really paying attention to her.
"Sorry, come again, I said.
"Your wishes are my commands, Sydney said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Something in her face told me, she was no longer talking about our previous conversation.
I blushed as the more filthy meaning of the words sank into my brain. Could this get more embarrassing?
"Well I was asking you if you knew what your desk was, Sydney said.
"I am not sure, I said. That is the reason I came early, to get everything, most of the things together, to get to know my boss and my duties as the editor. You suck up to my boss, don't tell her I said that.
"Oh ok, I should leave you to it, Sydney said walking away, but it was nice meeting you Naomi.
"Wait, I said grabbing her arm. I could at least help you finish carrying the boxes, we are almost there.
"Ok, thanks again, Sydney said with a wink. At that moment I let go of her arm, blushing over the small contact.
We turned right, to the photography department. It was big, bigger than it was at a first glance. It had different areas, each with a different photographer and models, but every area had more equipment and many different props. We continued down the hall and to my left side I saw models ready for a photo shoot. The models, the sexy models were all dressed as animals. Two of the models were deer, another one was a lion, and the last two were an elephant and a zebra. The set was decorated like the savannah, with grass and few trees. The models were posing and the photographer was taking many pictures, they all looked so happy with their jobs. I got to say that the models were looking very but very attractive and the set favored their faces. Of course they did, oh God I really need to research more on photography. I looked at one of the deer eyes. They were blue eyes, blue eyes that were staring back at me. I had seen those blue eyes before, but where? As I was trying to remember Sydney told that we had reached our destination.
It was a desk with many to be revealed photos and films. There were different lenses and many cameras. I guess this was a photographer's idea of heaven. After my eyes search every corner I looked at Sydney. She was smiling at me.
"Well this is where I stay, but I if you need help just let me know, for anything you might need, she said turning to the were the photo-shoot was being developed. See you around, she said with a wink.
"Yeah, see you later, I said turning around with a wave. Was it me or was she flirting with me? Could she be gay? Of course she could be gay, anyone could. But if she were, what would that mean? Great now I am over thinking, again. I don't even know if she has a significant other and I am already thinking about the possibility of a relationship.
As my thought wander upon a certain brunette my body wander to the front desk. A blonde was there, she was the receptionist, and she looked nice. I decided to ask her for help.
"Good Morning, I am Naomi Campbell and I am the new editor in chief. I was wondering if you could tell me where I can find my boss. Her name is Jessica Jewel and if you could tell where her office is located I would be very grateful.
"Oh hi said the receptionist with a very wide grin. My name is Claudia, and it is very nice meeting you. Claudia is a cool name. Jessica's office is down the hall second door to the left, you will recognize it once you see it.
"Thank you I said with a polite smile.
I started walking down the hall with the directions she gave me. The place was filled with desks, several desks, all with their own computers and their telephones. Most of the desks were empty because their owner's had not arrived to work to yet. There were four people in total and they just stared at me as I walked up to my new boss' office. As I saw the four of them stare at me through their coffee cups, I couldn't help but to look down at my outfit and check if I had a stain. I didn't and I just hope that the reason of their sight was because they like my outfit, not that I actually cared about their opinion.
As I reached to the second door to the left, I fixed my hair once more before finally entering. I knock twice.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Come in, someone said from the inside,
"Good Morning, I said as I pushed the door open. I entered and saw a woman who was sitting in the desk, at the middle of the desk. She was not very old, but she was not very young either. She was probably in her late forties. She had brown hair, place in a bun that seemed to defy gravity. She had an accent, she seemed to be Swedish. But she was fit, she looked serious, and up a certain point cold, she certainly appeared like a business woman for whom work was very important and that perfection was just a requirement in her work. Her office was certainly something. It was big, and behind her desk was a large window with a great view to the city; that view must be a killer at night. She a very large desk with several photo frames of people I didn't recognize, family most likely. She had a black love seat at the right side of her office and a coffee table to the left side. But the most overpowering thing in the office, besides her presence was all the paintings. I'm not the best when it comes to art, because my taste is very limited, but even I like these paintings. After I finished inspecting her office I decided to introduce myself. "I am… I started saying but was cut off by Jessica.
"Naomi Campbell, said the lady who sat in the desk. I know who you are, I couldn't wait to meet you. Nick said the best things about you and I know that Nick recognizes talent when he sees it. After he recommended you I read your stories. Now your previous works were not specifically of fashion, but they were of high quality. And in Kromos you will learn, it is all about high quality, she said with a smile. Bingo, I know her type. She was the type of lady, who was very professional and although sometimes cold , you get her good side if you finished your work with all the requirements that were needed and more. Because for her good, was not enough, perfect was what she really wanted even if she didn't tell you at first. Welcome, she said. I hope that you have what it takes to work here, to have the talent and the perseverance, to stay in Kromos. Because you will soon learn that in here, we are not just a fashion magazine, we are a family, and you are just the newest member. Enough with the chit chat, she said standing up. I shall show you your office.
We exited her office and continue down the hall, two doors later, turned right and the second door to the right.
"Here we are, she said taking the keys out of her pocket. Now since you are not just an intern or an assistant, but an editor in chief, you have your own office as well as your own assistant. She will provide anything you need. You also have access to the business car, as well as your own credit card. This is pretty much everything and remember that any questions, you can ask your partner, Katie Turner. Katie is the creative director which means that any questions, regarding your work, she should be able to explain. But she took a vacation, and returns in two days from today. So in the mean time you should just get comfortable with your office and get to know all of the writers you will be working with. So Naomi, enjoy this two quite days because from now own, the days will be very busy. Nice meeting you, and welcome, she said as she turned and left. She really seem to be nice, but only time will tell.
As I enter my office and I just couldn't help but smile at what I see.
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