Chapter 3
Oh no. Oh no no no, this is not a good job. How on earth could Aizen expect me to be a personal assistant to the manager!? I don't even know how to work a computer, let alone have the ability to control my temper with a stuck-up, over-demanding manager. Then again, I have to do it all the time with Aizen himself, and the other Espada. I have to say, it's very difficult keeping what seems like trillions of emotions pent up inside of you all the time. If I were to let them out, who knows what I'd end up doing? No doubt, I would become totally irrational and would snap at the smallest things… no, I don't want to go there. I guess I'll just have to put up with this job with the best of my abilities. That's all I can do, right?
Breakfast was disgusting; there is nothing in this apartment but bread and eggs. So I made egg fried bread… it didn't work out very well. The hob is all modern and odd, unlike the straightforward ones in Hueco Mundo which run off of spirit particles. Ulquiorra seemed to enjoy it enough, but I wonder what kind of crap he eats in Hueco Mundo. When I used to cook for Nnoitra, he told me that he'd usually live off of other hollow which incidentally tasted like 'shit'. As far as eating hollow goes, I've only ever consumed a few and every one of them really did taste disgusting. They taste a hell of a lot better cooked.
I threw half of my soggy bread in the bin, brushing off Ulquiorra's remark about it being a waste of food. There was fifteen minutes before I had to be at the offices, and that included the train journey I had to take. No way was I going to be on time. Rushing through the apartment like a headless chicken I slipped on a pleated skirt and plain white blouse, speedily saying goodbye to Ulquiorra before bolting out of the door.
The streets of Tokyo were packed full of teens on their way to school, straight-faced business men (some of which were deliciously gorgeous) and families rushing to open their family shops. I knew it was rude to do so, but I had to push past everyone to get on the train. I was already half an hour late. When I finally arrived, I tried to sneak in without being noticed.
"Oi! Is she 'ere yet!?" A voice called from a closed off office behind me. I automatically guessed that person was talking about me, so I began to open the door. A hand landed on my wrist.
"I wouldn't if I were you. Are you Miss Hertz?" Said the owner of the hand. It was a woman, a few inches taller than me with oddly hypnotizing eyes. They were a stony turquoise, and her hair was ashy blonde. She was wearing no makeup and was even more flat-chested than me… but she was pretty.
"Yes, I'm Adoriana Hertz. Sorry I'm late."
She had already turned away, and was busy clearing a desk which was covered in paper and books. I noticed that her attire was much more professional that my own; a milky-grey pencil skirt which stopped at the knees, a tight black blouse with ruffles around the collar, black stilettos and various pieces of jewellery.
"Listen, Adoriana. You can't afford to be late again this week, the boss will go mad. He's angry enough as it is." She said softly, tidying the last of the papers away into the silver mesh bin.
"Um, like I said, I'm sorry. And who might you be?" I asked impatiently, standing with my hands on hips and looking around the office in an expectant way. It was another strictly modern place, just like the rest of the buildings in Tokyo. All the walls were white, ditto with the desks, chairs and computers. The only splashes of colour were the employees, dotted around sparsely like flowers in a desert.
"Don't get short-tempered with me, Miss Hertz. I'm Tillie, Assistant manager. I've been working here a whole year, and I know the boss very well. Now, follow me. I'll give you a quick tour and then explain your job."
I am most certainly not enjoying this.
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A/N: Sorry for the long wait; I dropped my laptop down the stairs and... well, you can guess the results of that. Took me a while to get the document, then ff wouldn't upload it for ages T_T'' Anyway, enjoy ^_^
