Angela is what you would call a type A person. She was always well organized financially, lived in her dream city of New York, and graduated at the top of her class.
She was living the all American dream. She grew up middle class, always had good...
"You're fired" The sound of those two words rang on a constant loop as I nursed my 3rd glass of Chardonnay in my hand. I was tipsy as hell but I had every right to get black out drunk. Me, fired from a job I had spent four years of college and two semesters in Paris preparing for. Gone just like that. All because I wasn't easy to get into bed with. I should have known. Mike my boss or shall i say ex boss was always so creepy.
He was a sad excuse for a human. Yet here I am with mascara running down my face, a little more than tipsy, and acting as if I have just gone through the worst thing in my life. Look Angela you got fired, what are you going to do about it. Your sure as hell are never going to open your legs to any man for a raise. Your not some easy girl. You have morals and dignity. The distant sounds of the bustling streets of New York and criminal minds brought me out of my self misery.
Maybe a nice bath will help? I get up off my sorry ass and solemnly walk towards my bedroom. it was a mess. Once I came home I had threw all the designs I had worked hours on onto the ground. I just ignored the mess as I enter my bathroom. I start my bath as I gaze out the window to see the bright lights of the city. I loved New York but right now I wanted to be back home in my childhood home in New Hampshire. I wanted to enjoy the company of my mom and dad, my cats, and the crisp fall breeze.
For the first time today a small smile formed on my face. I also knew that I couldn't run back to mommy and daddy when things get tough. I was an independent women who had left the nest a long time ago. I add some bath salt to the steamy tub as bubbles form and the strong scent of rose fills the atmosphere. I slip out of my light pink dress I had just bought and slip into the tub. I pulled my shoulder length brunette hair into a messy bun that sat lazily on my head.
I guess this means some time off? Just thinking that makes me uneasy. I was never one to just stop. Don't worry I take my time but I was always busying myself with a new project and design. All I wanted to do was have a good day. I had started my day with the soft orange sunrise and ended it with the gloomy skies. Once again sadness filled me and my eyes flooded with more tears. I sat in the warm tub silently crying. I looked like I was in a sop opera and i was a widow to my late rich husband.
After my bath I threw on my night gown and jump into my bed. I laid in the king size bed and for the first time I felt extremely lonely. I needed a hug or a good hookup. But than again Ive never had a one night stand due to my once busy schedule. I just cuddle my pillow as tears roll down my cheeks. The twinkling stars bring me peace as I nod off into a deep slumber.
I woke up to the same dark gloomy sky's. My mood matched the damp weather as I got up to start my day. I have decided that I will take today as a break from all reality and "live" a little. I do my daily essentials and change into a grey sweater, black leggings, and some knee-length boots. I didn't bother caking my face so I just applied enough makeup to make me look less half dead.
I grab my jacket and purse as I exit my apartment. I'm met with the same noisy hall as my to neighbors argue over politics. I roll my eyes as i walk past the two older gentleman. I finally get to my car that is sitting promptly in the parking spot I paid a lot of damn money for. I decided I wanted to go to my favorite cafe in Manhattan. Whenever I needed a pick-me-up that's was where I went.
They had the best croissants and pastries. Just the thought makes my mouth water. I open the doors to the small cafe and I met with the delicious smell of newly roasted coffee. I get in line but I don't bother looking at the menu. Ive been here so many times they probably know my order. A buttery croissant with a caramel macchiato. I hold my warm coffee in one hand and my croissant in the other as I look for a place to sit. My eyes meet the empty seat in the corner just waiting for my ass to sit in it. I place my stuff down as I open my laptop and putt my air pods in. I sip on my coffee as I go through everything that happened overnight. Some celebrity couple is getting divorced, more politics, and a new giant company gets pulled under because of a lawsuit. All of those didn't peak my curiosity whatsoever.
The urge to get out my IPad and sketch a new design itches at the back of my mind. I give in as I reach into my bag for my iPad. My mind goes into work mode as I aimlessly sketch. I decided to do a panty, nightgown, and robe set for a fall line. I'm so caught up in my work I don't even notice the guy sitting next to me. I look up to be met with a cute brunette with glasses placed on the bridge of his nose. His brown eyes are filled with curiosity as he looks at my sketch. He says something but its mumbled by my air pods. I take them out and turn towards him.
"I'm sorry could you say that again. " I say quietly as he realizes I hadn't heard what he said. "Oh...I didn't even realize. God I'm so stupid. um-I was saying I like your design" he stutters out. A light dust of pink glows on his cheeks as his gaze turns down. "Thank you so much." I say giving him a smile as I grab my headphones to resume on my work. "Oh one more thing. My names Jake I'm apart of the financial department at trey's lingerie. I don't mean to intrude but do you have any experience in the industry? We're currently looking for a new Fashion Director."
Once those words left his mouth every nerve in my body lit up. I must be the luckiest girl in the world? Not even 48 hrs after being fired I'm being asked about a job at TREY'S LINGERIE. I couldn't help the tears that filled my eyes. Treys lingerie was notorious in the industry. It's one of the most inclusive women's undergarments companies in the world. I heard that the old fashion director had quit due to the rumors she had an affair with the CEO Nicholas Trey.
"I do have experience in the industry. I worked at Price women's apparel" Price women's apparel is one of the leading women's clothing companies in the country. It focuses around formal designer apparel. I had got the job because they wanted to start a new line of women's undergarments. I know I sound like a freak but I went to school for fashion and I happened to take a class for women's lingerie. Since then that's my specialty.
His face showed shock as I talked about my former job. "Where are you currently employed?" He said as excitement crossed his face. "I'm not currently employed because of personal reasons" Embarrassment filled me at his words. I couldn't just blatantly say I got fired because I was unwilling to sleep with my boss. So I lied.
"Well then here is my card. Just send me your info and Ill be sure to bring it up to my boss" he says with a smile as he hands me his card. I only sit in shock as I look at his retreating form. Holy shit.
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