Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 44

*Trinity's PoV*

"Well," the woman I had now learned was called Sophie, sighed, pushing the CV back over the table towards me, "You haven't been to Uni, but your school records are fairly impressive, I must say, and I like you. We need some fun in the office, it'd be a change from the posh, pale-faced robots that stalk around the halls and never say an unneccessary word."

I was too busy hpoing that I got the job to listen to her joke properly, but I chuckled out of respect. My hands were clammy and I had noticed that I was fidgeting. Obviously, Sophie noticed it too. 

"Hey, relax," she smiled, "You've got the job."

My eyebrows raised and mouth dropped open. Even though it was the answer I had been looking for, I certainly hadn't been expecting it. I babbled an excited 'Thank You', and Sophie told me she'd love to show me around. I, of course, didn't decline, and followed her out of the office and down the hall, where there was an open space of about 10 desks. It wasn't a private office, but it was better than being put in a giant room with about one hundred people crammed in to the same area.

Sophie showed me where my desk would be, and what tasks I would be required to carry out. I had a feeling that the job was going to be mind-numblingly repetitive, but I kept telling myself that only I could decide how much enjoyment I was going to get out of it.

I was introduced to the girl who occupied the desk next to me; a slim, blonde girl who had astoundingly good posture as she sat bolt upright in the burgundy computer chair that slotted in behind her desk that looked like it was made of mahogany. Looking down at my own desk and the others around me, all of which were made of what I assumed to be some sort of plastic, it seemed that hers was the only one made of wood. I was instantly curious, but managed to dull the mountain of questions building up inside of me before they bubbled to the surface.

I was about to introduce myself to the girl, when Sophie dragged me on, continuing the tour of the building that was soon to be my location for 25 hours a week. I had decided to keep my hours small just in case I magically found the time to go to Uni and get a degree in something. Sophie had agreed to give me flexible hours, which was great. Basically, I could choose what time I started and finished work each day, as long as I had 25 hours done by the end of the week.

By the time the tour-with-no-foreseeable-end ended, I was no longer in the mood to stop for coffee while I waited for Louis to pick me up, as I had over-optimistically planned that morning, not realising how tiring the whole interview affair would be. Instead, I thanked Sophie, assuring her that on Monday I would, as she had recommended, try one of the sugar-coated donuts that would lie on the coffee table in the tea-break room at precisely 11:15am, and that I would get to them before they were either all taken or gone stale from contact with the air (or something along those lines, God that woman could ramble), I decided to walk home and not bother to wait for Louis.

The walk home wasn't short, but it sure felt like it as my mind pondered ideas of ways in which my life was going to change drastically with my new job, being once again inconceivably over-optimistic. I was going to be a sophisticated, working young lady who wore trouser-suits and discussed local politics and the weather with my colleagues.

Pffft.

In reality, I was going to be a very un-sophisticated young, inexperienced girl who wore boring old clothes that her mother had bought for her when she was about 15, in the hopes of raising a young democrat, typing stuff she really didn't give a shit about. 

But hey, at least I was going to be earning money.

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I watched the tomato soup simmer gently as I looked up at the clock on the wall yet again. It was 3:07pm, only five minutes after I had put it into the pot, but it felt like forever. Was sudden onset of impatience listed as one of the symptoms of being a newly working woman?