I am late. Very late.

"Shitshitshitshitshit!" I yell as a ran frantically through my flat, trying to find my shoes and my purse. "I'm gonna be fired!"

To say that today had not gotten off to a good start would be putting it mildly. Making a molehill out of a mountain, so to speak. It was my first day of work, and I was already half an hour late. Adding to this fact was my crushing hangover, and the fact that I probably smelled like a fucking distillery. I had just gotten my first real, adult job. I was to start working at Campbell and Co. Inc. today at 8.30. It's 9.00. I was already skating on thin ice, mainly because I had only gotten the job because of my twin sister, Katie. And she had only gotten me the position because she was fucking her boss, Effy Stonem.

"Don't fuck this up, yeah, cuz it's my ass on the line," Katie had told me after she had secured me the job. "I don't want anyone connecting me to nepotism, even if the only reason you got this job is because you're my sister."

Katie's girlfriend, or whatever the fuck she was I have no idea, is the head of Human Resources for the company. I've only met her once, but all I can see when I think of her is the image of her naked arse. Why? Because the first time I met her was when I absentmindedly walked in on her and Katie fucking. Gross, right? Anyway, she immediately stopped, walked over to me completely naked and sweaty, and proffers her hand (ew, I don't even want to think where that's been). Effy, she introduces herself, Katie's boss. She has this really annoying know it all look, and I personally can't see what Katie sees in her. Well, at least she better than Katie's many footballer ex-boyfriends who all tried to grab my tits. According to Katie, Effy and the boss are like BFFs which is why I got the absolutely amazing position of personal assistant. Sarcasm, guys, in case you didn't understand.

My phone rings loudly. I quickly check the caller ID. Shit, it's Katie.

"Um, hi," I say, like the timid little mouse I am.

"Where the fucking hell are you? It almost 9.00. The boss'll be in soon and she'll be really pissed if you're not there, ready with coffee."

"Sorry, my alarm clock is broken." I mutter.

"Sure you're not off frolicking with Sarah?" She shoots back venomously. "Cuz if you are..."

"No, I told you we broke up a couple of weeks ago." Sarah was my last girlfriend. It was love at first sight for me. She was tall, redheaded, and hilarious. I loved her eyes, and her smile, and the way she made me feel, as if I was the only other person on the planet. Oh yeah, and she was fucking at least two other girls behind my back. She was the reason for my current half inebriated state. I've been pickling my liver these last two weeks, trying to forget her.

"Thank god, that bitch had awful taste." Wow, thanks Katie.

"Anyway," I say, "I'm getting on the train now"

"Bye," her voice softens, "Good luck little sis."

I make my way towards the trains. I can see the doors to my train closing, and I run towards the doors when WHAM! I'm hit by something hard to my head.

"Ohmygod, are you alright?" says a voice above me, "I'm so sorry!"

I open my eyes and immediately swoon. She's beautiful. She has shortish blonde hair and clear blue eyes. The hard thing that hit me in the head is her laptop bag, which is hanging precariously from her shoulder as well as a bag that reads "may contain ideas".

"No, I'm good. Well you know, not GOOD, but ok. Like not hurt. Ok, my head hurts a little bit and God, I'm rambling" I trail off.

She laughs and says "Maybe we could get a coffee, it's the least I could do."

Oh my giddy giddy giddy aunt, as my friend JJ likes to say. A hot, like REALLY hot girl is asking me to have coffee with her. Calm down, it's not even like it's a date, and anyway, I have work. I have to focus really hard now because even though I'm 23 I still get nervous talking to attractive girls.

"Sorry," I say, "but I'm already late for work."

"Yeah, me too actually," she says flashing me another brilliant smile. "Maybe some other time. I'm Naomi, by the way."

"I'm Emily, and I really have to go. I've heard my new boss is a real bitch."

We both walk into the train, and are quickly separated by the crowd. When I arrive at the station, I decided fuck it, I'm already late, what is walking the couple of blocks instead of taking a taxi going to do? I keep a pretty fast clip, and I get to the office at 9.20 exactly. I see Katie looking like she's about to burst a vein.

"Damn girl, Campbell wants you in her office now! You're going to get it. Don't make me and Ef look bad."

I swallow thickly and head to the end of the hallway. Calm down Emily, just because Katie and JJ say she's a complete bitch doesn't mean it's true. I crack open the door to see a chair facing the wall. She swivels around and BOOM, it's the girl from the train. Her face must mirror mine: shock and surprise written all over it. She quickly composes herself and then:

"Emily, right?"

"Um, yeah. Hi, Naomi."

She doesn't say anything for another few seconds, agonizingly awkward painful seconds. "Well, then Ms. Fitch I will have to ask you not to arrive late again. Doing so will result in termination of your position, and I will blacklist you. I don't take kindly to my employees being anything but excellent. And please refer to me as Ms. Campbell or ma'am. There's a staff meeting today at 2.00; perhaps you could deign to join us," she finishes sarcastically.

WTF. What a bitch. I can see that this is not going to go well.