Note; All outfits for Jen will be displayed on my profile. I will not do a new outfit for every chapter it just depends.

Two

1 week later…

I shifted my body weight forwards causing the large glass door to open and I slipped into the tall intimidating office building. My footsteps making soft thumps on the marble floor, I made my way to the reception desk in front of me, the nerves in my stomach enlarging by the second. The woman at reception smiled politely up at me upon my arrival. Her brown eyes questioning why I was stood there, I caught her give me the once over before meeting my eyes again, her smile frozen.

"Hi, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Er yes, I'm here for my work experience placement at Elle magazine" She tapped onto her computer whilst I had a glimpse around the spacious reception area. It was dead, no one in sight. The sound of the tapping keyboard was the only noise that penetrated the silence. It was the kind of reception areas you would see on the T.V and only dreamed of walking through everyday. A plush turquoise sofa and arm chairs were placed behind me, surrounding a glass coffee table stacked with magazines that also worked in the building, although my eyes lingered far too long on the glossy Elle magazine. Plants the sizes of a person were dotted around, the green rich and illuminating underneath the lights. I noticed the reception desk to be long however only one employee was manning it. The whole place was grand and I wasn't expecting anything less at the ELLE office.

"Jennifer Owens is it?" Automatically stopping the scan of the area, I looked back to her before nodding.

"Just take a seat over there and someone will be down in a minute" Her eyes darted to the seating area signally for me to go there.

"Thank-you" I said, my tone low as the nerves hit me full pelt. I spun around.

"You'll be fine by the way, everyone is really friendly, and I'm sure you'll fit in well here" She reassured me as I turned back to look at her. She must of sensed my nerves, my breaths were shallow and my heart was thumping in my chest. It came to no shock that she knew I was nervous.

I perched on the edge of the sofa, my hands clasped together, feeling uncomfortable. As her words sunk in my nerves eased slightly and relaxed into the sofa more. My eyes once again landed upon the Elle magazine and I deliberated having a quick flick through. I reached to pick it up when I instantly pulled my hand back again when I felt my phone vibrate in my blazer pocket.

From: Max

Gud luk 2day. X

I smiled, Max was a sweet kid. Only being the age of 13, he was one of the only people who couldn't judge me. Maybe this was because he was too young to understand, I dread the day he understands and becomes like everyone else; patronizing and judgemental.

Than

"Jennifer Owens?" I shot my head up at the sound of my name, dropping my phone mid-text back into my pocket. Another woman looked expectantly down at me. Intimidation was the word to describe my feelings at that moment so instead I stood up; we were now near enough the same height give or take a good few inches.

"Yes" I confirmed, plastering my face was a smile that I hoped was conceived as polite and genuine.

"Follow me this way" She smiled turning towards the lift, her heels clacking along the floor as she walked. I winced slightly at the noise, it was a startling contrast to the silence I had been used to for the past 10 minutes.

She selected the seventh floor and the elevator growled before it moved upwards. Pulling my blazer down, I ran my fingers through my dark hair, I wanted to look well groomed and somehow pulling the blazer down made me feel at ease. I was more concealed. My hair was like a safety blanket, my reassurance.

The woman next to me was wearing a pencil skirt with a short sleeved pink blouse tucked into it. Her heels looked painful. I noticed they were Louboutins due to the signature red sole. Immaculately polished fingers held paper work and a folder clutched to her chest. Styled blonde waves hung down her back showing off the bow attached to the front of the blouse, the make-up sat on her face looked professional. I was envious of this woman, I couldn't help but glance at what I was wearing and wishing I could change. A slick line of nausea rose in my stomach, I expected everyone would be dressed the same way as her; I would stick out like a sore thumb.

"I'm Melissa by the way; Louise Parson's assistant" She informed me as we stood in the moving lift side by side. I nodded and smiled, her blue eyes bored into me for a few seconds before she gave me the same reassurance as the woman downstairs however this time it didn't subside my raging nerves.

Saying the office was busy was a complete understatement. Everyone was flying about barking orders to one another. Phones were ringing and computer key boards were being tapped at. However the atmosphere of the office had a certain comforting aspect about it. It felt right; I instantly knew this is where I wanted to be.

Melissa led me past them all, without giving it a second glance she seemed accustomed to this behaviour, towards the back of the large office space. I kept close behind afraid of getting lost in the commotion although I had no idea where I was headed. We stopped outside a door. Her fist knocked against the wood a few times before someone behind the door called for us to enter.

Melissa opened the door and ushered me inside to another large office. But my eyes weren't taking in the exquisite décor, I was fixated upon the woman sat at the desk just a mere metre away from me. My breath hitched into my throat as she rose from her desk and moved closer to me.

"Hi I'm Louis Parson. Editor in chief of Elle and you must be Jennifer Owens" She smiled at me her lean body leaning against the front of her desk. She outstretched her hand for a hand shake. I froze for a second, dumb founded. She knew my name? Louis Parson editor in chief at Elle magazine knew my name? No doubt my expression was gormless and embarrassing. I shot from my moment of being star struck and connected my hand with hers. Her handshake was strong compared to my clammy limp hand which refused to cooperate with my brain.

I took another moment to gaze at her. Her cropped short hair was styled as straight as a knife, the colour a mixture of brown shades. It had the resemblance of Frankie Sanford's haircut. Her cheekbones were to die for along with her long slender limbs that were covered in a pair of skinny tailored trousers. Long eyelashes framed the two pools of blue and her glossed lips were pulled into a warming smile. A pang of jealousy hit me; she was a beautiful woman and was living this dream life style.

"Nice to meet you" She said letting go of my hand completely ignoring the sweat that was now encased on her hand from the skin of mine.

"I am very excited to have you on our team for two weeks" she continued, her smile never faltering. The confines of the office relaxed me as I listened intently.

This woman was the key to the open the door of numerous opportunities. To anyone else in my year today was just work experience. Maybe they could even get up later than usual or won't have to do hardly any work at all. But for me this was so much more than that. It was what I wanted to be doing. I want to be in the fashion industry maybe not a magazine but this is the first step to my dream. If I do well on this work experience she could offer me a job or give me a good reference. If I got any of those things it would be highly respected in this industry. This was a big deal and I wasn't going to devour this once in a life time opportunity. The amount of times these thoughts have ran through my mind in the past week have been so frequent I should have had a headache but today, being right here it's sinking in more now that its actually happening and I'm feeling more determined to reach my goal.

Instantly my confidence over powered and my nerves were abruptly pushed aside. My nervous exterior shattered. I felt my body straightening up, my thumping heart decrease to a minimum and the turning in my stomach settle.

"I am very excited to be here" I replied trying to ooze enough confidence. She smiled at my remark before picking up a sheet of paper from her desk. Her eyes quickly darted across the page before she met my own.

"There were a lot of girls who applied for this position but for some reason your application stood out the most, you seem like you actually want this where as the other girls are just looking for free clothes" She spoke again, her eyes reading mine for any ounce of inkling that she'd made a mistake.

"This is why, I don't want you to be running around and fetching coffees all day long, I actually want you to be involved like you're really part of the team." My eyes glimmered with excitement as images flashed in my mind of different possibilities. On set of a photo shoot directing, meeting celebrities, helping the stylists in the clothing department, sat looking through the mock up of next months magazine making sure everything was perfect. I knew I was hoping big but I just couldn't help it.

"This is a massive opportunity, you really need to step to the mark and I'm hoping you prove to me that I made the right decision."

"Yes miss" My nerves had started to creep back again. I had a lot of pressure weighing me down. Letting Louise down just wasn't an option.

"Please call me Louise." She ordered. "I see something special in you Jennifer, I have high hopes for you" And with that she stood up and went to sit at her desk, smoothing down her outfit that had become slightly creased in the time she was leant against the desk, not even thinking twice about the huge compliment she just paid me. Although I felt pressured, the adrenaline was rushing through my body, sparking all my senses to high alert. I knew I could do this, well I hoped I could.

"Firstly I need you to grab me a grande skinny latte without the foam from starbucks down the road. And then Melissa will meet you back here ready to take you to the wardrobe to work with the stylists" She spoke not looking up at me, reading over sheets of paper work on her desk. I waited a second for anything else she needed to add but when she didn't I nodded and turned on my heel to leave. Melissa wasn't in the room anymore but I didn't think of questioning her where abouts. I didn't want to disturb Louise whilst she was working. I pushed the door open about to step through ready to show that I had what it takes.

"Oh and Jennifer" I spun around.

"Yes Miss Parson" I smiled, slightly shocked and curious to what she had more to say. She probably wanted something to eat as well.

Her eyes were boring into me, glancing me up and down. A chill of intimidation washed over me, anxious to know what she was thinking. I had to dress to impress. She seemed satisfied when she met my eyes again; relief swam through my body as she beamed at me.

"Welcome to Elle magazine"

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