Right For Me
Written by Christina Georgiades
This Chapter Has Not Been Edited
Copy Right 2012 – All Rights Reserved
“I want that article on my desk by eight a.m. tomorrow morning and not a second later.” said Michael Evans, Chief Editor, of Romancing the Throne, Magazine.
Daniella majored in journalism while attending college and loves to write. As soon as she received her degree and returned home, she applied to the lastest, local magazine, called Romancing the Throne and got the job as a columnist. She receives assignments on a daily basis and writes the articles her way.
“Yes sir.” said Daniella. “First thing in the morning.”
Michael smiled at Daniella right before he walked out of her office, “One of these days you’re going to run out of excuses and will have to join me for dinner. I don’t bite Dani, well not that hard anyway.”
Daniella's office was average in size, with a standard metal desk that had three drawers on either side and a center drawer,with a basic office chair with wheels. She had a small couch against the wall opposite her desk which was a dreadful mauve color and two matching chairs in front of her desk. The walls inside her office were painted egg shell white, with soft cream trim around the accents and a large painting of the wilderness hung on the wall directly behind her desk. She had two black metal filing cabinets directly to the right of her desk which held her fax machine and various files. On top of her desk was her laptop, a cup filled with pens and pencils, the office phone, her IPod and dock, and her cell phone.
Daniella watched Michael strut out of the office without a bloody care in the world, while she stood there staring and wondering where the next article was coming from. She closed her eyes for a minute and concentrated. As she slowly opened them, she smiled because as usual an idea popped into her head.
Daniella went to work immediately. She sat down at her desk, turned on the music and started her article on ‘Love is a four letter word.’ Within an hour and a half, she had gold. She emailed a copy of her article to Michael, and also printed out a hard copy for him to send off for editing, first thing in the morning.
Proud of what she had accomplished, she gathered up her belongings and headed out the building, towards her car. The second she stepped inside of her car, her cell phone started ringing. She looked at her phone, and noticed that it was her brother, Benny, calling, “Where are you? You were supposed to be home from work an hour ago. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, just finished my article, and am heading home now. What’s going on? My goodness Mr. Overprotective, I'm surprised you didn't send out your bloodhounds, to sniff me out!" joked Daniella.
“Everyone is at the house for the party and you haven’t made a appearance yet. Just was wondering what was keeping you.”
“Some of us have to work you know.”
“Don’t be a smart a$$, you know how I am when it comes to you. Just get home safe. See you when you get here.”
Daniella smiled to herself as she hung up the phone and thought, ‘More writing material.’ She loved how her brother enjoyed having parties, it really made life so much easier for her.
The ride home was fast, it only took fifteen minutes and during that time, Daniella, was deciding what sexy outfit to wear. She decided on a short black mini skirt, with a silk pink halter-top, and her strappy pink four-inch sandals.
She pulled up to the beautiful two story, light brown, cape cod house, that was home to her brother and herself. The lawn was perfectly manicured, with plenty of shrubs and lush landscaping along the front of the house. She pulled into the long driveway which led to the two car garage.
She quickly parked her car, and made her way past a bunch of her brother's friends that were scattered around the front of the house, and walked inside. She hurried up the stairs to her bedroom with out being seen and quickly showered, did her hair, put on makeup, and her hot, little outfit, when she heard a voice from the corner of her room, “Daniella you’re not leaving the room with that outfit on.”