F R I E N D S.

C O F F E E .ON MY. B L O U S E

Another day. Another errand for the king of douche baggery. If douche baggery even is a word. 15 coffees. Each with different elements. One is extra hot, one is extra shot, one is extra milk, one is extra sugar, one is extra syrup, one is normal, one is cold, one is a certain blend of coffee bean. And so on. These people are fucking specific, I swear I fucking hate it but the worst is when you get it wrong. Which I'm hoping I didn't today, I'm wearing white and coffee doesn't come out easy from white. 

I walk down the streets of New York, actually I digress I ran down the street of New York. Urgently trying to get back onto Wall Street, in the process bumping into rather cute men, one standing out more an the other.

He drops his papers, and almost knocked 10 coffees out of my hand 2 of which belong to my boss's possible future business allies. I place the coffees down on a flat clean surface, and help the stranger pick up his papers. "I'm so sorry, I'm the biggest klutz, and I'm worse when I'm in a rush." I continue stressing whilst blowing a stray curl outta my face, quickly getting irritated at it. The stranger chuckles and pushes the curl behind my ear. I blush in thanks and embarrassment, unsure of what to do or say next. I glance down at my hands notice a name; Grant Gustin. I gasp and face palm at my stupidity, I just bumped into and almost delivered a concussion to the richest and most respected CEO of the New York law firm. I hear another unfamiliar chuckle and notice Tyler Hoechlin is standing to the side looking highly amused at the scene unfolding. Now ladies Tyler is also by chance the most well respected corporate executive founder of 60% of the worlds charities. He also is a not so distant relative to Prince Frederik of Denmark, but he kindly rejected chance of being in line of the throne.

Anyways before I further embarrass myself I apologise once again, throwing a friendly smile, grab the coffees and dash off to the offices. J+J Corp. Comes in sight, I rush into the glass doors and scan my ID pass at the security gates. I forcibly push the elevator button to the top floor, and tap my foot impatient for the elevator. The doors finally open, causing me to speedily close the doors being too impatient for stranglers, but what causes my impatience to grow is seeing the mail room level button glowing. I know damn well their arses are gonna take their fucking time. But to my surprise when the elevator reaches the level is my boss' brother Finn Harris. Finn and I never had trouble, we always got on, if anything he stops his brother from spray more insults in the air. But Finn can't be there all the time, he has the shitty responsibility of looking after the multiple businesses his brother owns, and cleaning up any mess his brother makes. All in all Finn and I got on, quite a gentleman, wasn't dropped as a child. I'm kidding. Not really...... "Hello Zehra, how is your morning so far?" The brunette greets with a welcoming smile, not looking like a pedophile who wants to fuck. Unlike his brother, sorry Finn. "I've managed to embarrass myself severely times. But I at least didn't spill any coffee, let's just hope they're not cold. Cause we both know that your brother'll nitpick that." Finn laughs shaking his head at the absurdity that is better known as his brother. My phone chimes indicating a text, I ignored it knowing damn well I won't be able to answer with the 10 coffees in my hands. The elevator dings automatically making the doors swoosh open revealing the secretary and CEO office. I walk over to the conference rooms and deliver the 7 other coffees to the necessary people, getting verbal and physical thanks. I walk out the last conference room and approach my boss' office. I knock twice, and wait for the okay, "come in." I hear a deep strong British accent, confirm my entry. I open the door to see 3 other figures, of which I recognise as Finn the other 2 I don't know, but I've seen them from somewhere. I walk further into the office, "Mr. Harris, I have the coffees you order for yourself and your clients." Mr Harris, better known as Jack nodded his head in affirmation and nods towards the recess table set up. I glide over the other side of the room, feeling a few pairs of eyes on me as I'm doing so but of course I don't really care for whoever's looking at me right now, I can't afford to get distracted. I place all of the coffees down neatly on the table, I make sure that all the snacks are stocked at the table because the last thing I want is to be yelled at for something small like that. I pivot and stride towards Mr. Harris, "sir is there anything else you require?" It's silent for a few moments before he stares up at me, "yes. Zehra, there is actually. I need you to photocopy this contract and make sure each of these gentlemen receive a copy in the next 20 minutes." I nod hesitantly as he dons a suspicious smirk on his face, but that hesitation is answered when the said contract, the 347 page document is slammed in front of me. "Ma'am that won't be necess-" someone is interrupted by Mr Harris, "of course it's necessary, don't be daft!" I glance over to former as he releases a scoff in disgust? I properly take in his facial features to realise, he is the guy I bumped into; Grant... I blink owlishly at him, earn a slight snicker from his partner, who I've just realised has accompanied him. Regardless I shake my head. I leave the board room and venture hastily to the staff copying room, in false hope of achieving Mr Hardass' request. It's in the elevator that I check the message I received earlier

THE DUMBASS TRIO AND THEIR GUARDIAN

Jacky Boy: Hey! Z! I need your help this weekend, in Chinatown for a shoot. Please can you help one of my models pulled out at the last minute and I need someone to fill that spot asap?!

JimJim: Please Ze, I haven't seen you in forever and I want to spend time with you, we need to catch up honey...

Zebra: Okay okay okay, I give. I'll help you with your shoot. Only 1 Jacky and I mean it. You know how I feel about being on that end of the camera lens... 

...Jacky Boy, JimJim typing

I didn't have to look at my phone to know what those idiots had said, my phone buzzed again with a private message from Jackson. Obviously have the details for the shoot. The elevator dings, opening up onto the archives and printing level. Speeding walking I run to the nearest station to start the long printing session. Placing each piece of paper in individual piles to avoid confusion, it speed things along I started using multiple printers at once. Because Mr. Hardass, I mean Mr. Harris wants it done in 20 minutes. I take off my heels to make movement a bit easier, cause ain't no way I am going to be running in heels, on this slippery floor. In 15 minutes I get done and having everything together with me. I dash off to the elevator because if I'm late, I'm in shit. I make it to his office door on the 20 minute mark, with no stopovers in the elevator thank god, because otherwise I might've just cried. The smug piece shit finally told me to come inside, looking at his watch, "you're 1 minute and 15 seconds late Ms. Jami, now put the contracts on the table and leave I will continue this discussion later." With an eyebrow raised, I look at the other gentlemen in the room, and they are shocked by his attitude towards me I mean the nerve on this man. Strutting up to him with nonchalance, "all do respect, which I do not have for you Mr. Hardass. It is Jamilia, you ever insult my families name again I will end you. Oh and I wouldn't have been 1 minute and 15 seconds late if you hadn't chosen that time to admire your obnoxious self in the reflection of your watch," he opened his mouth, "oh and before you lift your lazy ass out of that seat, let me do the honourable deed of announcing my departure from this firm. Any woman that's sane enough to be in a room with a man who walks with his dick out, balls hanging like decorative ornaments and all deserves a damn raise and presidency handed to them. I will grab my things from my desk and hand in my ID, don't bother with security doubt they'll do anything with your fucking ginormous ego blocking all the exits." I turn and leave but not before hearing clapping from everyone in the nearby rooms. I pass Finn on the way out, "I'm so sorry Finn but I can't work here anymore, him disrespecting my family was the last straw. I can handle the verbal abuse towards me, but when you spit on the history that my family has left behind, I draw the line." Finn smiles at me during my speech, "it's okay Z, I understand I knew this day was going to come. That's why I made him sign a non-disclosure, on the terms of him forfeiting his right to sabotage your career and future endeavours. The kicker is that it's effective until the day you die. He can't touch you now." I start crying because this is the nicest thing anyone has done for me, something he didn't have to do. 

News travels fast, because by the time I reached my desk I had received multiple "I'm going to miss you" and several congratulations. Packing up my things for good, I hold my head high and walk off the floor that was once mine. I walk up the security guards and wish them luck with jackass upstairs and handover my ID and keys.

To new beginning.