Lost in Assistance (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader)

Ch. 4

Today is Wednesday but not just a regular Wednesday. It's the day of the meeting with Elizabeth Olsen and her manager, Jane Vernon.

Your phone alarm sounds break the silence in your room slowly but sure it gets louder enough to motivate you to start the day. You woke up with mixed feelings. Excited yet nervous at the same time. You turn on some music. Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit starts to play and you get ready. After a fresh shower, you put on just enough nude color makeup then you go to your walk-in closet to pick a close-fitting button up white shirt with burgundy stripes and black slim fit women's suit and trousers with burgundy open toe high heels that match with your nails color since it's your favorite color. You get your side parted wavy medium length burgundy colored hair done that makes it flow down to your shoulder. You may be the type of girl who doesn't really like to put on much makeup, but you take your hair, clothings and nails pretty seriously as well as your perfume.

As soon as you are all ready and putting your heels on while sitting on a little sofa in the middle of your closet, your phone rings. You guessed that it's Mitchel and you are right.

"Good morning darling." You answered as you continued to put on your shoes. "Oh wow, that's the spirit! Good morning love! Are you excited for today? Are you ready?" said Mitchel on the other end. "Well, yeah but no but also yeah that I'm all ready to go." You replied while you took another look in front of the mirror and slowly twirled to make sure you looked good. Then you spray a little bit of perfume and you are ready to go downstairs while still on the phone. "Okay great. I will see you over there, I want to say hi to Jane. Everything will be okay. Don't be nervous, okay Y/n?" Mitchel tried to make you feel better. "Thank you Mitchel. I appreciate it. I'm leaving soon so I'll see you there. Bye." You grab your medium size leather purse and go downstairs.

As usual, your mom is already awake, sitting on the big living room couch. "Morning Ma. I have a meeting this morning. It shouldn't be that long but you know Mitchel, he might want to have brunch after that but just call me if you need anything, okay? Love you Ma." You gave her a hug and went to the garage. "Okay hun. Good luck. Love you too."

You put on your prescription aviator style sunglasses, blast some music to amp you up started by White Lies - Odesza then start driving. The sun was up but not too bright, the traffic wasn't as bad as you thought it would be so you arrived there a little too early.

As you walked into the lobby you saw a coffee shop so you decided to get some ice coffee for you. Just when your order is ready and you are about to grab it, you notice a familiar face whose order is ready too. It was Lizzie grabbing her order. Eye contact was caught between you two and you gave a smile just to be friendly and she replied with a nod and small smile. You recognize her even though her long dirty blonde hair flawlessly covers both sides of her face and she is wearing sunglasses that were intended to cover her face so she won't be recognized. You both walk towards the elevator and blend in with a group of people in the elevator. You saw her pressed the floor button then she dived back into whatever she was doing with her phone. The elevator stopped on your floor, some people went out to go to other offices which are on the same floor as Vernon's office. Lizzie went out as well but she stopped in front of the elevator to answer a phone call so she didn't know that you both actually have the same destination to meet Jane.

After you greeted and talked to Aaron, Jane's assistant, he informed you to wait in the waiting room. Few minutes later, you heard that Lizzie came in and was told the same thing as you were. She is sitting on the chair across you talking on the phone with her best friend about the plan to meet up after the meeting, while you are browsing on your phone and enjoying your ice coffee you can feel that sometimes she takes a quick glance once or twice at you without knowing who you are and why you are there.