As I left work, I walked the distance from Delia's Delights to my apartment in order to change into a more appropriate attire for my second job. Most days I was obligated to work at both the café and the lawyer's office, and today was no different.
After changing into a different out fit which consisted of a black blazer, black pencil skirt, black close-toed heels with white trim around the edges, and a white button up blouse I grabbed my purse and quickly headed out the door heading towards the location of the law firm. The law firm was a bit farther than the café from my place of residence so I was forced to take the public bus to work.
The bus ride was short and uneventful as per usual, with the exception of a light sprinkling of rain, which was not so uncommon the ride was pleasant. Once I had removed myself off the premises of the public transit bus I made my way into the law firm of John Thompson, whose offices were conveniently placed directly behind the bus stop. Walking through the clear doors, I was able to see the general bustle of the high-end lawyers and practitioners that frequently occupied the area.
My first notion was to quickly get to the floor in which John Thompson worked in order to get the day started, so with no delay in my actions I strode towards the elevator and pressed the button indication the twelfth floor of the fourteen-story building. The elevator moved swiftly upward and within minutes, they opened smoothly, allowing me to exit. As I entered through the doors that lead to Mr. Thompson's office, I saw a look of relief flicker across the current secretary's face before giving me a broad smile then going to inform Mr. Thompson of her departure and my arrival. I took a seat at my desk, which was parallel to the previous secretaries and leafed through my day planner and calendar, determining the course of the day.
The office of Mr. Thompson was very traditional, and slightly boring in my opinion. The walls were a dull grayish blue color with darker gray carpeting. The furniture consisted of two black leather couches situated on each side of the centered door I first entered. In front of these couches sat two identical dark wood coffee tables with a variance of magazines for clients to search through while waiting. Directly in front of the first door I entered through was another door, leading to Mr. Thompson's private office. On each side of Mr. Thompson's door were two corresponding desks made of the same dark wood as the coffee tables. These desks were where the secretaries sat, i.e. me as well as the other secretary that just left. The wall behind my desk mainly consisted of large windows with white blinds covering them and the wall parallel to the one behind me sat a high table with a coffee maker and a few refreshments for us workers and the clientele. On all of the walls were dreary abstract paintings that really added no personality to the room at all. Overall, the office was very standard, somewhat lacking originality, yet it was still a comfortable place to work.
As I continued to look through the days events, I heard the previous secretary utter a quick goodbye and quietly close the door behind her. Thus began the rest of my workday.
The nest hour and a half went rather smoothly, no one showed up late and very few people called to reschedule appointments so overall it was a productive day. However, just as this thought crossed my mind, the door to Mr. Thompson's office abruptly flew open and he was standing in front of my desk in a matter of milliseconds. I looked up towards the aging man in confusion.
"Kira, I am expecting a very important client in about a half an hour, cancel everything for the next two hours after that and reschedule all lost appointments. This is of the utmost importance so please be quick about it. Also, you must, must, must treat this man with as much respect as you show me, he is very important for our firm, alright?" Mr. Thompson said exasperated, almost pleadingly.
"Of course sir, consider it already done," I stated affirmatively, giving him a reassuring smile.
Mr. Thompson returned the smile quickly before swiftly heading back into his office muttering to himself.
The task assigned to me for the next half hour was completed just before the allotted time ended, allowing me to breathe with relief. Then, just as expected, the second the clock stroke 4:00 pm I heard the doorknob to the office being jerk clockwise and pushed open forcefully. Turning around in my chair, I looked over towards the door, inquiring who this important client was. To my surprise, as I turned around my emerald eyes connected with a pair of irritated sapphire ones.