DeVance

1. [ Backstory and intro]

Atunie La Devance—a stuck-up diva; that's what I call her. I hate the way she walks, talks, acts, and dresses; I hate her voice; I involuntarily retch every time I hear her name. She is the bane of my existence... but I love her so much...

Atunie has been the hurt in my heart ever since we met that faithful night in 2006 , She is the daughter of my Fathers Boss.. Who happens to be the Head of the Feynaj Publication Company , seems like a small news outlet right?- nope. Ever bought a pair of Suede Ruthie Bathe Shoes , well what if I told you they make those and much more everyday, everything you could find might possibly be made by them , not even considering our companies affiliation with who shall not be named.. I'll just say me and my Uncle Todd do not have the best history. I've had a sour feeling of him since I was a kid, he acted so uptight like he ran shit when he damn well did nothing but lie and potentially break up our entire family over one lie.

Baltimore , ML
9:30 AM
FPC Headquarters

Atunie has a noise , you know she's near because her heels make such an ear splitting noise. They don't just click and clack- they press down for too long like she's trying to imprint herself on anyone in a 30 mile radius, It pisses me off but oddly enough I couldn't be able to hear her any other way. Oh I'm very sorry I haven't even introduced myself. I am Ellen , I work at FPC obviously however that's not the only thing about me , I like many things outside this hell hole - I like traveling , painting...smoking? That wouldn't really count since it's a new time thing and it's not the best tasting to me, A restaurant could feed me more.

I can't believe some days that I wake up at 7 in the morning and spend hours getting ready for a place that hasn't gotten me a well furnished apartment, for now the dinginess is fitting however. I handle the emails and most of the beauty department in the office, Surprisingly enough I still don't get the recognition I need but whatever I prefer being a middle than having all eyes on me.

"Ellen! I'm freaking the fuck out" I was snapped out my thoughts by a loud pitchy voice , I knew it better than the back of my hand- Olivia , looking like she was gonna break her ankles if she stepped one more foot in my office. I'm pretty calm most of the time but this perked me a bit.

"What's wrong Olivia? You might need to sit.."
Olivia gripped onto the glass wall and gained her balance again before tripping onto my beanbag chair in the corner, hair mushed around from the speed. "You know how you always tell me don't piss Atunie off?" I closed my eyes , still as calm as ever "Yea what happened?" Olivia sat up a bit more "Well I spilled some samples on her clothes and she had a bit of a reaction.. well her hand almost burned" I clacked my heel against the table and fell straight out my chair , the pressure immediately hit me will a sharp drop. "OLIVIA!- do you know how fucking bad that is! You didn't notice her even coming your same direction and spilled it on her? Do you realize how dangerous that is , if she gets a life long condition then I could lose my job or even be sued!" I screamed , gripping onto Olivia's bare shoulders like they were a steering wheel.

Just when I thought it couldn't get worse , I heard those same footsteps again.. press down way to hard... what's that thing Beyoncé  says.
Oh yea!

SHE COMING

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