Here's an original story done by guestsurprise! Enjoy and no flames please!

Adeline stood in line with the others of her school as she waited for information about a second job. She was 18 years old and had just gotten a job as a coffee girl at the Daily Gazette. What she wanted more than anything was to be an undercover reporter for the biggest newspaper in the city. In order for her to even be taken seriously, she would need to first give the paper the biggest story of the year. But of course that seemed unlikely. What can a high school graduate do compared to the other more experienced and seasoned reporters?

"Next…" a gruff voice said.

"Adeline Potter here." She chirped happily.

"What school did you graduate from?" the man asked, looking clearly unamused.

"Maplewood high." She smiled. "I just graduated."

"Yeah, you and the other 1,000 from your school," he responded, now rolling his eyes. Now frustrated with the lack of appreciation, Adeline tried to shrug it off.

"My boss sent me. The one from the Daily Gazette. He said that I need a part time job in addition to the Daily Gazette," Adeline said gently.

"Hmph. What can you do?" he asked, now sipping coffee from a broken cup. "I'm a manager of this Sandwich shop, not the newspaper special."

"I can type 100 words per minute and I can write pretty fast too!" she smiled, now brushing her red hair from her face. The man looked unamused.

"We don't hire no secretaries in here. We only hire cooks and lunch deliverers," he said, now looking at her up and down. "You look healthy enough though."

"W-Wait…a cook?" she said, now grimacing a bit.

"Or just a runner for lunch delivery. Your decision," he said, now biting into a sandwich. Adeline hung her head. But then she looked at the tower that was down the street. It was the tower that everyone wanted to be at: the Northcott Estates. The Northcott Estates were the biggest buildings in the area and it was a franchise of various businesses, banks, hotels, and towns. But this was the main Northcott building where all of the managerial positions were. No one was allowed inside except for staff and the legendary Mr. Northcott himself.

"Is that where I'll be working?" Adeline asked in awe. The man laughed so hard he almost spit out his half rotten sandwich.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU?! A lunch girl?! Don't make me laugh," he coughed, now sipping a bottle of beer. "You may deliver lunch to the secretaries there but you would never be able to work there!"

"But I need a second job! I was hoping to apply for a secretarial job so that I could interview somebody inside there!" Adeline said, now getting frustrated.

"I already told you that this was a lunch counter. If you wanted to get interviewed for a secretarial job, you're out of luck! No one gets hired directly in there. It has never happened and it never will. They all have a system and anyone else, like you and your friends, come here for ordinary jobs." The man said.

Adeline looked at him and then looked at the large building down the street. It was a very large skyscraper that went past the clouds. But she was interrupted from her thoughts by a gruff voice.

"Well?!" he said.

"Well what?" she asked.

"Do you want the job or not?" the man said. "Take it or leave it cuz there are many others that need part time jobs."

"Yeah, hurry up!" a boy said behind her.

"We ain't got all day!" another remarked.

"Just take the dumb job!" another barked at her.

"Alright alright, geez," Adeline gruffed, now taking the paper that the man gave her.

"Good. Be here tomorrow at 11:00 sharp. Your deliveries start then," the man said, now looking past her. "Next in line!"

Adeline was then pushed aside by the person behind her and she quickly adjusted her bag. As she looked back to the street, she noticed something interesting. A limo had pulled up and a man was getting out of it. He was tall and had piercing blue eyes and snow white hair that was slick back on his head.

"Who is that?" she thought outloud.

"You obviously don't know important people when ya see em'! That's Mr. Northcott ya dummy," the man hissed. Adeline turned to him and her green eyes pierced into him, making him stare in shock.

"LISTEN! I don't know what's wrong with you but stop the rudeness already! I've done nothing to you and there's no reason to call me a dummy!" she snapped. The entire line went silent and the man let out a sigh.

"Alright now just calm down ya Irish firecracker! I meant no harm!" he said. Adeline just turned with a huff and stormed off. The man could only rub his neck sheepishly; he definitely deserved the tongue lashing.

But as Adeline turned, she paused. The man and the others had overheard her outburst from across the street and were staring at her intently. Now embarrassed, she ducked down a nearby ally and hid against the wall.

"Well that was embarrassing," she said to herself, now peeking around the corner. As she did, she noticed the men had already gone inside. But she could only sigh; her dreams of being an undercover reporter seemed so far away. So far, she was just a coffee girl and now a lunch deliverer.

But she only shrugged and decided to head home. Getting a second job was the main things she needed and she just accomplished that. Now it was time for her usual sandwich, chips, and soda for dinner. After all, now that she was living with a roommate, she was responsible for herself.

Once she stopped by the drug store and bought her food, she arrived at the apartment. Sure it was dirty and in a rough part of town, but it was home. But for now she needed to eat and get rest because the next day was going to be busy.

And busy it was.

Adeline was exhausted because this was the most running she had done in over two years. She had over 20 lunch orders to take all over the city. After a few hours, she was down to four sandwich specials!

"I'm almost done; this one is going to Brook street," she smiled. But the moment she was about to cross the street, a taxi drove by and splashed her! It got mud and ice cold water all over her!

"NO! NO!" She cried out, now trying to wipe the mud off of her. But then she glanced at her watch; she had no time to go home and change.

Now completely miserable, she continued to make her deliveries and was embarrassed by how the people began stare at her and some even laughed. The day started off not so bad, but now she had to complete her deliveries a muddy and terrible mess.

But after a lot of courage and a few napkins, she made it through to her very last delivery. As she moved her red hair from her face, she looked at the very last address and her eyes bulged in pure shock. She was in front of the Northcott towers.

"Oh no…" she gasped. "I can't go in like this!"

But after a few minutes, she looked at her watch. She had no choice! One of the secretaries ordered some food and she had to delivery it on time.

Adeline swallowed hard and then walked briskly inside. The entire inside was covered in gold and silver plating and the tiles on the floor were black and gold. Exquisite mirrors hung from the walls and only the elite were sitting in the waiting area. She hung her head as the officials and front desk frowned on her appearance. But she couldn't help it; it was her duty to deliver the food!

"I just need to hurry and get out of here," she whispered to herself. But as she looked at her address book, she groaned in frustration. The secretary was on the 100th floor! "Great…just great."

She grudgingly walked to the elevator and felt all eyes on her as she stood with her hands over the lunch packet. Once the doors were opened, she hurried to the secretary that was in front of two large double doors!

"Hello! I'm Adeline Potter! Here is the lunch you ordered!" Adeline said. The secretary scoffed and looked at her up and down.

"This lunch is for one of our guests. Mr. Bloodsworth, the banker," she said, now looking at her in disgust. Adeline tried to ignore her rude comments and looks, but tried to be polite.

"Can you please deliver it to him?" she asked. But the secretary only looked at her.

"You are paid to deliver to the person. I will beep them but you can go inside," she responded.

"Please no! I look a mess," Adeline pleaded.

"I'm sorry but I am busy with other paperwork," the secretary said, now looking back at her computer.

"B-BUT-…" Adeline started, but before she could say anything else the buzzer was buzzed and the door was opened. Adeline then watched in horror as a table full of refined and dignified men were staring at her. She tried to hold back a sob as they looked at her muddy and wet outfit and messed up hair. It was so quiet she could hear a pen drop. But after a moment, she heard a deep voice speak.

"Mr. Bloodsworth. It appears your…lunch is here." The voice said. Adeline noticed it was coming from the head of the table. Her eyes then widened! It was Mr. Northcott himself!

"And what exactly am I supposed to do with it? Look at her! That food could be contaminated," the banker scoffed.

"It wasn't my fault! A taxi splashed me," Adeline burst out.

"Well you should have had the decency to change!" the banker replied harshly.

"But I would have been late with your order and my other orders! I didn't have time," she said, now choking back tears.

"Get her out of here before I call security! My entire lunch is ruined," the overweight banker scoffed, now turning away in anger. He then pulled out his cell and began to call for something else.

Adeline hung her head and a small tear fell. Mr. Northcott's eyes gently narrowed and he turned to the banker.

"Was being that rude necessary? It was not the young female's fault," Mr. Northcott said lowly.

"I do not care. I need my nourishment," Mr. Bloodsworth said. The other men chuckled a bit, clearly seeing the man was not in danger of starving at all.

But as Adeline turned to leave, a bellboy with a water pitcher came upstairs and bumped into Adeline, now spilling cold ice water all over her. She screamed as the cold water soaked her and Mr. Northcott stood in surprise, as well as the others.

"This is the worse day ever!" Adeline screamed out, now running to the stairs and throwing the door open.

"Wait!" A deep voice called. Adeline turned and saw Mr. Northcott heading to the door. Now in panic that she ruined the meeting, she took off down the stairs.

Now getting a determined look, he walked over to the Bellboy and gave him a displeased look.

"Do try and be more careful young man," Mr. Northcott said, his eyes narrowing. The bellboy shivered in his large shadow.

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes Sir!" he said in fear. Mr. Northcott only nodded and ran towards the stairs and leaned over the balcony. He heard sobbing and saw the young girl trying to run down the stairs.

"Wait! Halt a moment young one!" he called. But the moment Adeline heard him, she sped up and kept running. She wasn't going to let him catch her if her life depended on it.

But as luck would have it, she saw another door and ran inside. The secretary gasped and stared at her!

"Who are you?!" she gasped.

"My name is Adeline Potter! I'm trying to get out of here!" Adeline panicked, now looking for another way down since she was on the 95th floor now. But as she turned, she saw the elevator and jumped inside. She was happy because Mr. Northcott was nowhere to be found. She was safe at last!

As she made it to the ground level, she sadly walked to the lunch building. The man was happy with her deliveries and gave her her day's pay. She only hung her head in sadness; once he learned about the disaster at the Northcott towers she would be fired!

But that didn't matter! She ran home to change and go help at the Daily Gazette! Due to the traffic it took her almost an hour to get home. Once she arrived, showered, and changed clothes, she was just about to leave when she heard the doorbell. Curious, she answered it and saw a package on the ground. She carefully picked it up and read the tag on it. The note read:

'I apologize for what happened at the office. Please buy yourself a new set of clothes, courtesy of the Northcott estates.'

Adeline gulped! How did Mr. Northcott and his associates find where she lived?! And as she opened the package, she gasped! There was five hundred dollars inside the envelope!

A few hours later…

Adeline was serving coffee to all of the reporters and managers of the newspaper office. It was a bit boring, but she knew that she would have to endure it for a while.

"This will be worth it," she said, now lazily pulling out her phone. She just got a text. As she looked at it, she let out an audible short shout, making everyone look at her! The text read.

"Guess what? Got a call about another lunch special tomorrow and you were asked to deliver it personally. It will be to the Northcott estates and on the 100th floor." The text read from her other boss.

Adeline quickly put down the coffee pot and ran in the bathroom to answer! She text them that she couldn't do it because she was busy, but she got another text in return.

"You better deliver that special because it was a personal request!" came the angry response.

"From who?!" Adeline texted back.

"From Mr. Northcott himself."

And with those words, Adeline's head began to swim and she felt like she was going to faint. Not only was she not fired, but she was had to deliver lunch again to the same building the next day!

guestsurprise: And the story has begun everyone!