Meg gazed up at the intimidating building in front of her.
EXPENSIVE (yes, there really is a store in Italy named this!!!) was its name, snazzy clothing was its game. And here she was, ready to beg on her knees for a job from the snooty, Versace-wearing store manager.
Well, it could be worse.
It could be raining.
Random storm clouds immediately congregated overhead to dump a freezing torrential rain upon Meg. She gave the narrator a dagger-filled look through the sheets of water. "YOU aren't helping!!"
Sorry, babe. Just go inside now so there can be some action and the readers will stop crying with boredom.
Meg grimaced, gathered her breath, and pushed open the heavy platinum door.
Before she could even register her surroundings, she was blasted in the face by a spray of perfume. And this was no ordinary perfume - this was the kind that causes stone walls to melt in horror and grown men to run away crying.
Meg spluttered as the aroma of a million tortured, dead flowers got into her mouth.
"This is the newest fragrance, Cost Cologne, created by our own laboratories here at EXPENSIVE. Care to purchase a bottle? $400.00 for 8 ounces, and- oh." The saleswoman cut herself off. "Are you sure you're in the right store? We don't usually get people..ahem..like yourself."
Meg regained use of her watering eyes and looked down at herself. Okay, so her clothes weren't branded with designer names and they were drenched with rain water, but at least they were clean. She tried her best to look down her nose at the saleswoman, which was not an easy feat, as the snotty woman was much taller.
"I happen to be looking for a job, but I think I find this establishment unsatisfactory, so I shall not be providing my servi-" Meg was cut off by a suddenly groveling salesperson.
"Oh I didn't mean any of that you're perfect you're wonderful when can you start???"
Meg was somewhat taken aback. "Um, right now?" What was going on here?
"WONNNNNDERFULLLLL." And with that, the saleswoman seized Meg's arm with an iron grip and began to drag her to the back of the store. Meg took this opportunity to examine her surroundings. The store had high, intricately carved ceilings from which modern bright lights shone down. A highly polished wood floor gleamed from under her feet. On clothing racks, perfectly folded and aligned shirts awaited their destinies, jealously glaring at five blouses that were currently being rung up at the register. Rotating, lit-up rows of hangers (whose hooks were all pointing the same way, of COURSE) displayed designer jeans with astonishing price tags. Meg even noticed a marble staircase leading up to second and third floors of shopping paradise. All in all, this place spoke of beauty, money, and status. So why was its staff so eager to hire her, Meg Hearts (who was of course beautiful, but not exactly a status symbol), as its newest employee?
Meg's thoughts were interrupted as they finally reached a small door that was hidden behind some Vera Wang dresses and labeled Employees Only.
Surprisingly, the employees' lounge was cramped, dingy, and badly lit. The saleswoman shoved Meg into a collapsing armchair and went over to a control board in the wall, where she punched a few buttons. Immediately, a shelf opened in the wall. On the shelf was a white uniform that looked a lot like a dressy pantsuit (nooo!!! lol ignatius peeps). The shelf also contained a clipboard, which was thrust at Meg. "Sign here. Then, you've got the job."
Meg felt that something was amiss, but signed quickly, not wanting to miss out on this opportunity.
Of course, the second she signed, troubles began.
"You have just agreed to be the first worker of our patented new service, 'Expensive's Everywhere Employees'."
This was quickly going downhill. "Great. What the hell does that mean?! I thought I was a regular salesperson!"
"Oh, no. Maybe someday. But for the next 3 years, as you just agreed on this binding contract, you will be part of the E.E.E. This wonderful new service enables the most privileged of our customers to have a v. special helper of their own. You will be assigned to a customer, and for the next 24 hours, must acquiest (sp?) to every single one of their requests." (yay Pirates of the Caribbean!!!)
Crap. Now this was bad.
Meg was completely taken aback. "So I'm their slave."
"Yes."
"For 24 hours."
"Yes. And you can begin NOW."
With that, Meg was pushed out into that cold, cold store which had seemed so welcoming just 10 minutes before.
She was immediately greeted by another Expensive saleswoman, who simpered down at Meg and waved her in the direction of a rich, fur-clothing-covered (noooooo!!!!) customer.
"Meet Vainessa de Trauimon."
Vainessa gave a crocodile smile.
And Meg's new job began.
A/n : Yeah, okay, so this got REALLY weird at the end!! I'm so sorry~~! Next chapter, Dreams of the Meghan actually begin to come true...so r/r if you ever want to see that chapter!!