I checked my hair in the mirror one last time as I stuffed twenty dollars into the cab driver's hands and rushed into the towering building. This was my first day of work and I was a complete mess. Its hard working in a new place, trying to prove yourself all over again. I clicked the elevator button as I tapped my pumps impatiently. Oh, I almost forgot- my name is Miley, Miley Stewart. I just got a job as a secretary for Jonas Press, a printing company in New York City. I deferred a year of college to learn more about the business world, much to the dismay of my parents. That's okay though, I'm having fun learning new things on my own terms. I rolled my eyes and groaned, how long does this elevator take? Does this elevator even work? What if this is all just a prank my mom set up? Remind me to strangle her when I visit. The elevator finally opened and I pushed all murder related thoughts out of my head. First stop, receptionist desk.
"Hello, my name is Miley Stewart. I'm here for the secretary position for Mr. Nicholas Jonas." I fingered my skirt, a nervous habit of mine, as I looked at the blonde who was typing away carelessly on her keyboard. She paused for a second, straightened out her glasses, and looked up at me with a dazzling smile.
"Welcome to working hell. My name is Emily Truscott," she said as she stood up and straightened out her clothes. "You'll be working with Demi. She's Mr. Jonas' other secretary. And yes, by the amount of work you will have- you'll probably need a third secretary by the end of this month."
"That bad?" I choked out.
"Yeah, and I'm not exaggerating. That guy is a workaholic," she nodded her head over to a oak paneled door at the opposite side of the office. It stood intimidatingly over the workers with a neat silver plaque that had Nicholas Jonas in cursive. Good bye clubbing. We finally stopped at a desk with a girl groaning with frustration. Sensing our presence, she looked up and immediately jumped out of her seat to hug me.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, God." She stepped back and smiled. "Sorry for being so intrusive right now but you're my savior. By the way I'm Demi."
"I'm Miley. You guys have me scared out of my mind. Is this place really that stressful?" My forehead creased with worry.
"I'm trying to put in a transfer to advertising. The fun brother works there," Emily mumbled. I forgot to mention before, Jonas Press is a family company run by the Jonas brothers. Kevin, the oldest, runs the whole company while Joe runs the advertising half and Nick runs the production half.
"I heard they actually have breaks there," Demi giggled. My eyes widened at the statement and Demi start laughing even harder. "Don't worry. That was just a joke. We have breaks...kind of. By the way, boss man wants to meet you before you drown yourself in work"
"Is she in there?" Emily asked.
"Yup, the devil just got in this morning. Up to her usual antics. Nothing new. Draping herself all over him. You know...her usual clingy, annoying self," Demi shivered. "I don't even know why he has his mind set on marrying her."
"Do you have to ask? She looks like perfection all bottled up," Emily giggled.
"Who?" I asked out of curiosity.
"You'll see," they both said at the same time. Their answer was so monotonous and so robotic that I probably didn't want to see. Emily sighed and turned back to her desk. Demi sat down and nodded her head towards the door, signaling me to go in. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I heard a woman sigh as the man mumbled a faint "come in." I opened the door and walked in.
"Hello, Mr. Jonas, I'm your new secretary, Miley Stewart." I took in my surroundings. I expected the office to be this grand, Aztec type of place, but instead it was a plain room with a couch, a coffee table, and a desk. There was a nice view of the city, but the office lacked some decor. As my eyes wandered around the room, a met a chocolate pair of orbs. They belonged to a young woman, whose dark black hair was neatly tousled around her face. She looked adorable and as Emily said, bottled up perfection. Something about the way she was sitting and looking at me hinted that appearances may be deceiving.
"This is Selena Russo, my fiancé, and you know who I am." I finally tore my eyes off of Selena to land on a very cute guy. Is it okay to think your boss is cute? That has to be against the law, right? He had chocolaty curls that matched his eyes. He gave me a simple smile and continued, "I give a lot of work, but its all pretty doable." Selena scoffed at his statement.
"Because you never come home," she mumbled under her breath. I'm sensing some relationship troubles. She glared at me as if I was intruding on some precious alone time. I nodded and backed towards the door.
"I guess I'll just start working then," I said as I reached the door.
"Not so fast. You have alternate night shifts. You're paid for those hours. Demi comes in on Tuesday and Thursday nights. And you come in on Monday and Wednesdays nights. We have a lot of work and the only way to keep up is working late hours. Sorry, the door is always available whenever you want to leave," Nick stared at me as he spilled out those words, seeing if I was going to run away with this intimidating new information.
"I'm always up for the challenge."
"Wait, before you leave. Do something useful. And get me a coffee," the devil spoke up. I nodded and turned around exiting through the door. This is going to a wonderful place to work.
