I'm not very happy with this chapter, i feel like its abrupt and that i could do so much more.any suggestions?

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Perfect Day

Elle Stevens was having a typical day. That meant it was a rotten one. Looking at herself in the mirror she wondered how she, Elle Stevens, promising student, voted most likely to succeed in high school, born into a wealthy and privileged family, had ended up here. In a washroom. Scrubbing the floor.

She sighed and picked up the brush. She needed to have the place smelling like a bed of roses before her boss, Jade Muller checked in. The self proclaimed 42 year old had a reputation of being a hard assed, nail spitting, head chewing, all rounded bitch. One Elle, who had been on the receiving end often enough, knew she richly deserved.

It wasn't really Elle's job to clean the toilets. At least, that wasn't what it said in the job description. But to Jade Muller, a secretary meant lackey. And being Jade Muller's lackey, you washed the damned washroom if that was what it took to keep her happy. Jade Muller upset was not a pretty thing.

Finishing up, Elle walked out of the private washroom into the connected private office. She checked, double checked and triple checked to make sure that everything was as it should be. Jade Muller did not tolerate imperfection.

It was 5 minutes to nine. People had started to stream in, determined to be in their seats the minute it struck the hour. Unpunctuality, everyone else's but hers, was not tolerated by Jade Muller. Elle watched the doors, nervously wringing her hands hoping that everything would be perfect today, that nothing would set of the bomb that was Jade Muller's wrath.

The doors swung open, and in stalked in the object of everyone's apprehension. Jade Muller. Who was effectively God in the Universe that was the Muller Modeling Agency, top modeling agency in all the land. And didn't she know it.

In all fairness, Jade Muller was a striking woman. She had the cascading bleached blonde locks of Pamela Anderson, the baby blue eyes of Nicky Hilton, the body of Rachel Adams and the fashion savvy of Victoria Beckham. She also had the personality of a piranha, which she hid very well when amongst her peers but let lose on her employees.

Jade Muller walked into her office and sat down behind the impressive antique Chinese desk which she had had FedEx-ed to her a week ago from China.

"Coffee," she snapped. Elle quickly placed the steaming hot cup which she had had prepared minutes ago at her left side.

"What took you so long? Get me Vanessa Williams on the phone right now and fire the new security guard. I don't like him, he has a pot belly."

Elle sighed. It was going to be a long day.

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Elle reached home tired. It had been another difficult day at work. Jade Muller had been overbearing, demanding and foul tempered. Which was nothing new.

Elle leaned on her front door, bracing herself. She didn't really want to go in, who knew what had happened in her absence? She didn't feel equipped enough to deal with any more drama.

The door of the apartment next to hers opened and out popped Uncle Albert.

"Bad day?" he asked.

"Uh-huh,"

"Why don't you come in for a while? They won't miss you," he suggested.

"Okay," said Elle and walked into his apartment, sitting down at his Formica dining table.

"Jade Muller a bitch again today?" he asked

"When isn't she?" said Elle

"Honey, I don't get it. Why won't you quit?" asked Uncle Albert.

"You know I can't afford to right now. Mare is…"

"That woman is so not sick and you know it. She's just milking things for all that its worth," he interrupted "she's been 'ill' forever."

"Since Dad died," Elle said quietly "whatever she is now, she loved my father and his death was a big blow to her. She's never gotten over it."

"And have you?"

Elle shrugged impatiently.

"I survived. I made Dad a promise to take care of her and I will. She's still grieving for him; we shouldn't be too hard on her,"

"And yet she's hard on you. Full of complaints and imaginary aches and pains and so convinced she's going to die soon, that I wish she would. At the age of 48? That woman should get of the bed she's stuck on and move. She's taking advantage of you and I don't like that, Elle,"

Elle sighed. It was hard trying to explain things to Uncle Albert. He didn't understand that she had a duty to Mare. And for all her faults, Elle loved Mare.

"I better go back home. She'll be looking for me,"

Uncle Albert sniffed.

"Alright love," he said "I didn't mean to upset you even more. Take care of yourself; you're getting skinnier everyday,"

Elle smiled, pecked him on the cheek and went home.