Finally my new 3/4 story! About time. Huh? Well anyways, I got the idea by actually a Facebook status and thought it would make a great story! But I wanted to make them much older, like out of college… hope that you don't mind, but I thought it'd be better. Anyhoo, it's another decommissioned story, so I don't think I made them too OOC like in What Eyes Couldn't See. Please enjoy! C:
Summery: I heard you're a player, so let's play a game. let's sweet talk, let's play fight, let's talk 24/7, let's take walks together, let's give each other nicknames, let's hangout with each others' friends, let's go on dates, let's talk on the phone all night long, let's hold each other, let's hug and kiss. and whoever falls in love first? loses
Being 22, I finally graduated college and the summer was ending, which meant I need to move in a place and get a job. Right now, I was staying at my parents house trying my hardest to get a job anywhere at the moment.
I was in an interview at the Rainbow Monkey Inc. for financial vice president. Sure, it was step down from leading the corporation but apparently other businesses don't like tackling the head position first. So I decided to start small, but not secretary small.
"Hmmm," the CEO of the incorporation hummed for probably the tenth millionth time looking at my resume. "Very nice."
I smiled at his response until he frowned. "I notice you don't have much experience in the business industry though."
"But I was a business major at University of Virginia," I protested. It said it on my resumé, moron.
"I understand that, Miss Sanban, but how much have you practiced your skills?"
I remained silent. He was right, after college I was mostly trying to find a high position job. It wasn't taking over that was the problem, but that I wasn't experienced enough.
"Don't get me wrong, Miss Sanban, you are a very qualified for the position," I smiled as he complimented me. "But I'm afraid we are looking for a more qualified candidate. I could hire you as a secretary for-"
"With all due respect, sir," I interrupted. "I feel a secretary wouldn't quite use my skills fully."
"I'll tell you what," he said directly at me. "I would hate to let you go, but I recommend an internship for business or financial. When your internship is finished, come back and I'll see if the head of the financial department is available. It's not Vice President of the Incorporation, but everyone has to start somewhere."
"Will do, sir!" I beamed as I shook his head to walk out.
This internship will be a piece of cake. I have my plan all figured out and ready to commence. That position will be mine! Then I can move out and finally be an independent woman. Not that I was really into that before, but I just really don't want to stay at my parents any longer...
"Mom!" I called for her as I entered. I knew she would be home by now.
"Kuki," she called back. "How was the interview?"
"Not bad," I followed her voice to the kitchen where she was making tea for herself. "All he said was if I had more experience then I could be head of a department!"
"So didn't you get the job?" she asked raising a quizzical eyebrow.
"Not exactly," I opened up the cup cabinets and made myself some coffee. I never cared for it really, but it helped relax me. "He said I should have an internship first."
"I see now," she said stirring her tea with an amused expression. "This is where I come in."
"Exactly, mom!" me and my mom are so alike. She knows whatever I'm planning. "Can you please intern me?"
"Well..." she said while sipping her tea.
"Please, oh, please, oh, please!" I begged. I normally never did that, but I'm so close to getting this job!
"Fine," my mom gave a small smile as I rejoiced. "But-"
"But..." I waited for her to continue.
"Once we enter that building, we are co workers. Not daughter and mommy, so don't expect slack."
"Oh, mom," I laughed. "You underestimate my skills."
My mom simply laughed in reply, which was really good seeing as she usually wore a stern look on her face.
"Sometimes, I feel like you act like you did when you were a child," mom said as she finished off her tea.
I didn't respond to her but with a fake smile. I didn't remember much of my childhood, just my family memories. I don't mind too much though, if I don't remember much of it, then it must not have been that exciting.
The only thing I can recall mostly is my high school years. They weren't perfect but they were pretty fun. I focused on school and grades and kept my head down to avoid trouble. Some kids even called me a little mean and I've changed since I was a kid. But how was I supposed to know? It wasn't that I hated the people; it's just that they weren't serious when they had to be. Like that Hoagie kid, I was glad to be free of his horrid jokes.
I've dealt with a few boyfriends, which meant heartbreak, but there was a guy I couldn't stop crushing on. It was this guy named Wally Beetles. You could call him a player but for some odd reason I always had this tiny crush on him. It's not like he noticed me before, but I don't really mind. Mostly he would be rude to me, but I would set him straight again. He was smart and I knew it, he was wasting his potential and I hated that.
Before I finally was able to relax to take off my pumps, I called for my mom again. "When should I come in?"
"This Monday," she replied quickly.
I groaned. Awesome, a Monday getting up at five in the morning. It was Sunday though, I had time. I went through my cell phone to see if anyone wanted to do anything, I looked for Fanny's number immediately.
I've been best friends with Fanny since Geometry my Sophomore year of high school. Sure, she can be a bit, what the word? Bitchy, but she was my kind of friend. We shared the same thoughts, interests, and she's taking over her daddy's company, so she could help me later in life too.
"Hey, Fanny," I said happily.
"Hey!" she said back with her Irish accent. I was always so jealous of people with accents. "How was the interview?"
"Good! Guess who probably might get to be head of a department?"
"...You?"
"Did you just think about it?" I laughed into the phone.
"I was only joking. Don't think I've gone dumb."
"I know," I silenced my laughter to small giggles. "How's the Fulbright Corporation?"
"Good, but I wish you applied here. I would've made my dad give you a good job."
"I know, but my mom doesn't like me working to close to friends."
"Your mom should change her philosophy's..."
"How are you and Patton? More alone time with the new apartment, huh?" I tried to sound as comfortable as I could without trying to get a mental picture in my head.
"Ugh! The stupid boy forgot our movie night!" Fanny yelled into the phone which I had to pull away. "I swear, one more mistake and he's gone!"
"You say that all the time..." I rolled my eyes.
"I love him, stupid boy..." she grumbled.
"What are you doing? You want to go out tonight?"
"I'd love too, but I got to help my dad file some documents for his business. He's not organized and I know it won't go well without me."
"Oh..." I said bummed. I wish my friends had no lives. "I'll talk to you later then, I have work early morning."
"Ooh, have fun," Fanny said sarcastically then hung up.
"Goodbye to you too..." I mumbled. I looked at the clock and groaned at the time 8 o'clock. That only gave me an hour to shower and get ready for bed. I slowly rose to my feet and grudgingly went upstairs for working for no pay tomorrow.
I was up a little before mom because I liked to take my time when it came to doing my hair. Being the first day, I wanted to make a impression so I had my hair in large ringlets that cascaded now my back, a shiny, gold top tucked in a black bandage skirt and had a white, knit cardigan over my shirt. I skimmed my closet for the right shoes and decided on the black pumps I wore yesterday.
I went towards the mirror and applied light makeup like usually and had small, gold, hoop earrings. I smiled at herself and went downstairs to grab a apple and orange juice, mom followed soon after.
"You look nice for work," mom nodded approvingly toward me.
"Thanks, mom," I said while chewing her apple.
"Is that all your having?" she asked.
"Yeah, an apple has more caffeine than coffee you know."
"You do know we don't eat lunch till one."
"Yes."
"That is in five hours, you able to pull through?"
"Yes, mom," I rolled my eyes at her. I'm not five years old anymore.
"Then let's get going," mom grabbed the keys and motioned for me to follow. We got into the small blue Prius we all shared in the family and drove for thirty minutes toward downtown.
We passed a tall building and turned into the garage next door. When we parked, we walked toward the front of the building and went through the revolving doors to see a loan desk to the left in front of a gold and white marbleized wall that had in gold letters. "Fulbright Corporation."
Some people were pacing, some people were sitting by the desk, and some continued to walk toward the gold elevators on the right. We were the few that proceeds towards the elevator. Mom pressed the up button and waited as more people decided to wait with us.
The elevator door opened with a ding and everyone proceeded in. There were tons of buttons to accommodate the fifty floors shown. Mom pressed the 27th button and took it some time because others were let off before us, but at least we weren't the guy who was on the 45th.
Our floor finally came and we walked out to a small quant lobby with a black desk and a dark skinned girl working it. Mom came up to the desk and smiled.
"Hello, where's Flora?"
The dark skinned girl looked up with her white tipped nails that stopped typing on the key board. She looked very professional with a long side braid in the front. She smiled with her perfect teeth showing and replied to mom.
"She was promoted to secretary of the Vice President of the corporation."
"Welcome then," mom nodded toward her and went toward two large black doors that required a key card to be opened. The girl stopped me though.
"Excuse me," she called.
"Yes?" I asked. This girl seemed oddly familiar, but where?
"Are you Kuki Sanban?"
"…yes"
"I knew it!" she replied snapping her fingers in realization. "I almost didn't recognize you with the curls."
I stared blankly at her. This was embarrassing, this girl knew me but I didn't know the girl. The girl suddenly gave a small laugh probably realizing that I don't know her from my blank stare.
"I'm Abby Lincoln from school, remember?"
"Oh, yeah!" I remembered. Wow, this girl looked nothing like she did in high school. No braces, no glasses, and no hat. "I didn't recognize you without your hat-"
"And the glasses and braces," Abby finished with a smile still on her face. "I guess we've all changed since high school."
"But you look good!" I complimented. "I haven't had anything to improve," way to make yourself look like a sorry excuse of a girl in front of Abby.
"Last I remember, you didn't look this mature. You have legs that I would kill for."
I could feel myself redden at the compliment. It was flattering, and I probably only spoken to this girl a few times in high school.
"I hope I'm not that bitch everyone said I was still," I laughed jokingly.
Abby shook her head. "People just had to talk to you a few times. I think we all knew you were serious of making it big in the business industry."
At least she understood. I looked towards mom holding the door open impatiently for me and gave me a glare to hurry up. I quickly turned back to Abby.
"When do you have lunch?"
"One."
"You want to get a bite with me?" I hoped her mom wouldn't mind while saying that.
"Sounds good to Abby," I almost giggled at her third person that she was known for doing in school.
"Can you also make a key card for the doors too?"
"Sure, I need one to anyways."
"Thank you," I called as she quickly strode to mom.
"Had a nice chit chat?" mom said impatiently.
"Yeah, sorry about that," I said sheepishly.
"You can talk at work but for now, stay focused," mom ushered me inside to see the room full of boring white and grey, with different cubicles and file drawers.
We took a left and then another left to finally take a right to her moms cubicle. Being head of accounting, mom has a spacious corner cubicle, it was pretty nice.
"Do I stay here too?" I asked thinking it would be rather cramped.
"Way to small for us two to work," mom dropped her leather bag down on the seat. "I'll show you toward your cubicle to work."
I followed mom toward the far end of the work station, pretty far from her actually, and saw other people my age working too. I wondered if they were interns too. Mom stopped and pointed toward her right.
I peeked in to the cubicle- or should I say closet, and saw it was only meant for one person. It had some elbow room to move around in my chair, but you can only take a few steps in there.
"Thanks, mom," I said while putting my stuff down.
"It's Mrs. Sanban at work," mom said sternly.
"What if I called you Genkei?" I joked trying to lighten the mood but then was silenced but her glare.
"Since your my intern, I'm going to need you to do a few things for me to help me out. You should also talk to Mr. Fulbright and tell him you can help intern for him a little."
I nodded to show that I understood and sat down in my cushion chair, mom then pointed toward a few post-it's. "There is your password and user name for the computer and there are some tasks I want you to do before the end of the month."
"The month?" I questioned. "Isn't that long enough?"
"Trust me, Kuki," mom warned. "You'll want more than a month. Do me a favor a get me a few copies of the company spendings," and left to her cubicle.
"Where do I-?" I was about to ask where she got the bills. I sighed as I scrolled through the contacts for work and dialed her number.
"Kuki, it hasn't even been five minutes," mom said irritably.
"I know, but where are the bills?"
"In the file drawers," she sighed. "All paper work are in the files to each department. All financial should be here, it should in the bills cabinet," then hung up. What is with people and hanging up on me?
I sighed as I walked around to finally find the file cabinet hidden next to the copy machine. I opened the top one to see last years spending, and the years before. I opened the second drawer and saw the months of the past year of the company spending. I groaned a little too loudly.
"And she doesn't even bother to tell me which month to copy..."
I guessed this month's spending and took the Manila folder to go towards the copy room. I grabbed the papers and set them in the copy machine and looked at the buttons that look foreign to me. This was a really old copy machine.
"How the heck do I work this?" I asked as I looked at the screen. "Papers? I have fifteen papers in the stack so I want fifteen copies I guess." Then I typed in the tiny box on the screen, "15... And start."
I smiled as I saw one of the fifteen papers being copied. But after one, I was confused. Then more came out and I started to panic. I only want one copy!
"Stop, stop, stop!" I tried hitting the cancel button, but it wouldn't stop.
"Cancel means cancel!" finally it stopped after fifteen copies were made.
"Piece of crap!" I said annoyed at the machine. Then I kicked the giant copy machine and winced in pain as I realized that probably wasn't the brightest thing to do. It was my first task on the first day and I was screwing it up already.
"Do you need help?" someone asked behind me. I turned around to admit defeat until I saw who it was and had a sharp intake of breath.
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