C®PYRIGHTED L♥VE
By: Jenso
Disclaimers: i don't own Gakuen Alice
Prologue
It was noon, and the sun shone on every creature in the world. To me, the world is just a place where we work, and do things. Everyday is the same to me, nothing new, always the old routine.
Today I walked into my usual café on Madison Avenue after lunch; watching people walk in carrying their $5000 handbags. I work as a secretary for a record company, but during my free time i often like to design things.
Lookin at my watch, i knew it was time to go. I grabbed my coffee and walked into my office building. The building stood tall in the air, taller than any other buildings in Manhattan. With glass windows that covered every floor, it is truly what people call, a great piece of "art", but to me, is just a block of cement with paint on it (and "some" glass). As I walked across the lobby, I see the usual, people sitting around, in their micro minis and expensive Armini suits, chatting and gossiping.
"…Oh my god, he's like the hottest guy…"
"…so I was thinking, maybe we could…"
"…no, sorry, I can't tonight, honey…"
The lobby wasn't that decorated, with security guards everywhere, how can it be decorated? God I hate them, with their creepy faces and all those weapons they wear on their belt. Just thinking of them makes me shiver. But I still have to see them everyday, like now,
"Can I see your identification miss?"
I showed them my pass, and walked through. I walked in front of the elevator and pressed the up button. I work on the 77th floor, so I rely on the elevator a lot. Without it, I have to climb the horrifying stairs everyday, and believe me, is not fun at all. Since lunch is almost over, people are starting to gather behing me. The elevator came quickly, and it was filled up in a blink of eye. I'm trying to reach over to the control pad and not spilling my coffee at the same time because I was the first one to get on, which means I got squished and pushed in the back corner of the elevator.
Yeah, that's when things started to go wrong. You see, my pathetic attempt of trying to reach over three meter of length was not working, simply because my arms are just not long enough. And trying to hold my coffee upright while trying to reach that much of a distance is, well, pretty dame hard.
So, you can pretty much guess what happened next. I spilled it. Not on the floor, but on the person in front of me. And that person in front of me is, unfortunately, my boss. Now that's something new, a bad kind of new. The next thing you know, I'm walking out of my office building with a cardboard box in my hands.