《Charlotte & the Seven Frat Brothers: The Interns (Book 2)》6
Advertisement
From: Jasper Tucker
To: Charlotte Withers
Subject: Morning Meeting
Date: November 10 2016 5:23
Charlotte,
I need you to come to the office early today, 6:30 to be exact. We are meeting with Kole Bellinger today instead of next week. I will have a car awaiting you for 6am sharp. Please stop for refreshments for ten people this morning.
Jasper Tucker
Executive Editor, Paperlove
******************************************
Seriously?! I look at the time and jump out of bed. I have ten minutes before the car arrives. I can easily send him an email saying I quit, but this is Kole Bellinger we are talking about. An upcoming pop singer and I love his music. After the meeting today I will tell Jasper I can no longer work here and be back on a flight to Georgia. I don't have time to take a shower so a quick bird bath in the sink will do for now. Opening my suitcase I try to find something that will blend in with everyone—there wrinkled. Crap! Five minutes to go. I grab my go-to black dress. Long sleeve stops right above my knees and pairs it with sheer black tights and flats. Sheesh, I look like I am attending a funeral. Nonetheless, this will have to do.
From: Charlotte Withers
To: Jasper Tucker
Subject: RE: Morning Meeting
Date: November 10 2016 6:08
Mr. Tucker,
What refreshments would you like me to pick up?
Charlotte
******************************************
I place my phone on my lap trying to attempt to do my makeup in the car. I made it to the car a minute late and once again it was Jasper's personal driver. I tried to make small talk with him on our way to Starbucks, but he seemed more interested in me shutting up more than anything. I got the hint. I wonder if he is always this super serious and anti-social? Hmm.
Advertisement
From: Jasper Tucker
To: Charlotte Withers
Subject: Business Card
Date: November 10 2016 6:11
Charlotte,
Whatever you like. Did you get the company card? Jimmy has it.
Jasper Tucker
Executive Editor, Paperlove
******************************************
So the driver's name is Jimmy. He looks more like a Dominic to me—more suiting for his personality.
From: Charlotte Withers
To: Jasper Tucker
Subject: RE: Business Card
Date: November 10 2016 6:11
Mr. Tucker,
Yes, Jimmy did give me the card. And how does Starbucks sound? We are headed there now.
Charlotte
******************************************
He emails me back instantly.
From: Jasper Tucker
To: Charlotte Withers
Subject: RE: Business Card
Date: November 10 2016 6:11
Charlotte,
Sounds perfect. See you in 19 minutes.
Jasper Tucker
Executive Editor, Paperlove
******************************************
19 minutes? It will at least take them fifteen to twenty minutes to get everything done. I look in the rearview mirror.
"Hey, Jimmy?"
He raises his eyebrows. Yup, I know your name bud.
"Yes, Ms. Withers."
"Do you think I will make it to Starbucks...get the coffee and make it to the office in nineteen minutes?"
"No."
"I know..." I sigh.
"However, I called ahead as I was waiting downstairs for you. I have a friend who is the manager at the Starbucks a few blocks from the Tucker and Michaels' building."
"Really? Thank you sooooo much! You are such a lifesaver. Thank you...thank you."
"No worries, Ms. Withers."
Guess Jimmy isn't so bad after all.
****
I make it to work with five minutes to spare. I would have thought the office would be dead at this time, but people are here.
"Charlotte Withers?"
I turn to see the young lady from yesterday. The one who didn't seem like she was a total a grade stuck up Barbie doll.
"Yes, that's me."
"Let me help you with these." She grabs the coffee container and a box of scones from me. Happy someone offered I knew one minute longer and everything would have been on the floor.
Advertisement
"Thank you."
"No problem. I saw you walking with the demon duo yesterday. How did that go?" she starts to walk off and I follow. I am hoping she knows where these go. I do not need to be on anyone's shit list today.
"Umm. Ok."
"You don't have to lie I hate those two too. My name is Birdie Smith. I'm the new Photography Director. I interned here last year and those two—mainly Ember hated my guts. She swore I was after Jasper, but three months into my internship she came around." Birdie walks into a conference room.
"How did you get them off your back?"
"When she found out I'm into women..."
"Ahhh I see. Well, I have a fian—boyfriend so she has nothing to worry about." I place the remaining of the food on the table. "And today is my last day here."
"Huh? You're leaving already?"
"Yeah. I didn't weigh my options thoroughly. I will tell Jasper after the meeting today."
"Oh," she seemed bummed. "I thought having another person here, who wasn't a Barbie clone would be awesome. This is a really great company to work for...I'm just saying."
"Yea—"
"There you are." Jasper walks in the conference. "Hello, Ms. Smith."
"Mr. Tucker." she nods. "Well, it was nice meeting you Charlotte...remember what I said. It's a really good place." She smiles warmly, walking out the conference room.
I catch Jasper's eye as Birdie walks out the room. I know he wants to know what she is talking about but now isn't the time. I dig in my purse pulling out the company's credit card handing it to him. He takes it sliding it into his back pocket. We stand there in silence for what seems like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a few seconds.
"Jasper I can't find her do you wan—oh she is here." Ember walks in rolling her eyes at me. "Good morning Ms. Walters." She plasters a fake smile on her face.
"It's Withers." Jasper corrects her. He looks at me and maybe I am seeing things, but I am sure he just winked at me. I turn my attention to Ember once again.
"Good morning." I smile at her. Even though, I want nothing more than to slap that smile right off her face. "Mr. Tucker, you said I will be getting a cubicle today. Do you min—"
"I can show you, I am heading back up that way. It's no problem." Ember already walks out the door and I look to Jasper before following after her. I thought she would say something rude or snarky towards me...nothing. I know she has some hidden agenda and her thinking I will let my guard down just off the strength of her doing this one kind gesture isn't going to happen. I thank her as she walked off and began getting comfortable in my new space before the meeting.
I decide to kill time by sending Chase quick text.
.
I see Ember walking back towards my cubicle and I put my phone back in my purse.
"Jasper wants you back in the conference room. Mr. Bellinger and his team will be arriving shortly." She rolls her eyes and walks off.
I take my phone out and Chase hasn't text back. Powering my phone I toss it in my purse. If it isn't one thing it's another with him. I grab a notepad and pen, heading to the meeting. Granted I won't be staying here, I still have a job to do and I will always put my best foot forward.
Advertisement
God Of The Arts
Vote For GOTA on TopWebFiction Tags: World Building, Third Person Omniscent POV, Bits of Humor and much more to come. Blurb For The Series The plagued young noble of the Aurum bloodline is tossed into the politics of his homeland. What starts as a path to revenge grows ever brighter, ever vivid into a path to the peak. Through time and Fate's interweaving fingers he experiences all life has to offer as he reaches for beyond the skies, the enigma known as life unraveling at every stroke of his brush. The vastness of the cosmos is unparalleled, but every treasure has misfortune within. Can Mona Aurum make use of his personal twist of fate to become much more than anyone ever envisioned and become a God? Watch as this piece of art is created, one dab of paint, one change of brush, one coating at a time. Current Book Summary Book 2: ?With their new statuses as noble servants Mona, Reithar, and the Varlier brothers are assured a life with little difficulty and excellent opportunities. Word spreads of the young master of the Faulkner family and how he had taken Mona Aurum for his own, bringing envy and suspicion on Eric Faulkner. Gryfor, on the other hand, is forgotten by the public, charged with crimes Parsmir works to erase. But when the accused committed such an act as Lifeblood refining, evading a sentence is difficult indeed. ??Unsure of which method to take, the Merister royal family finds itself desiring the last Aurum descendant without offending the future head of Faulkner. To do so, the Duke of Wessor joins in the fray, hoping to profit in turn. Meanwhile, between the two generations of Faulkner, the rift between father and son only continues to grow. Just what did Rigor do to his wife, only few can tell. ??His Lunar Mark beginning to show its true worth, Mona makes use of this chance to fully explore this treasure. His skill in Aura rising and his stability in Alberdos assured, Mona remains alert of the ever nearing grasp of the Merister Emperor. His desire for vengeance only continues to grow. Author's Note I am currently writing GOTA Book 2: Royal Deception. For all my fans and followers, here is the update of the story. Anywho, do rate this story, comment. I have a Patreon to those willing to contribute to support me as a writer. The God Of The Arts Website will have each book's summary posted there, among other things. I hope you enjoy this story of mine. Thanks again for reading this everchanging story line. Signed, OmegaAlphaTau Friday, December 21, 2016 Licensing This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
8 129My Nightclub Landlady
"We own the English License of this series and are posting here with the permission of RRL's staff." After my brother in arms died to save my life, I swore to protect his sister, no matter the cost. Little did I know the grip the underworld had in her town. Working undercover in a Nightclub/Hotel in the gangster infested city of Tianhe, I must deal with the problems that arise from corruption, money, and the search for power.
8 161Summoning the Queen of Hell
From the moment of birth she had been groomed for a position she never wanted, her future laid in a dark path before her. She was everything her father had ever wanted expected of her, a cruel unforgiving demoness capable of the truest acts of evil. However in a change of events she decides to take a break from the throne; escaping to earth when a foolish young man initiated a contract with a lesser demon, appearing in place. After all a humans life goes by in the blink of an eye to a demon, what did she have to worry about? Will she make his life a living hell or maybe our young man can show her a little humanity and teach her a thing or two. Who knows what can happen when you summon the Queen of Hell?
8 135The Shapeless River: A Poetry Narrative
A Nameless Voice travels down a path that winds towards an unknown destination. It searches for revelations about life and those within all to gauge and wonder whether any of it is worth the investment. On its journey, the Voice comes across Musings scattered about in the form of short poems. Follow the Voice on its travels in this anthology of poems meant as reflections and ponderances over places and moments of a scattered journey towards an unknown destination.NEW CHAPTERS EVERY FRIDAY.
8 114Adventures of Stephen Silworth
Stephen has a strange job. He is someone whose duty is to draw the line between the civlized world and the magical entities faring in or around the society. His job is rare one. There are almost no one who is capable of doing it. Whether it be a monster, spirit or an undead, he knows how to get rid of them, yet sometimes his customers do not appreciate his efforts. Even though life is hard, he, or rather what happens to him, gives a humorous taste to these stories, but considering the fact that being funny is relative, you don't have to process this paragraph. These creatures, which humanity branded disastrous, destructive and detrimental, can either be helpful or harmful, though Stephen has to deal with all of them, depending on the needs of his clients. He is the only one capable of doing this job right, helping the ones that have no interes in his strange life what so ever.
8 152My Prison Penpal
Apparently talking to prisoners is a tradition in the Caldwell house.
8 133