Office
I don't want my beauty rest to end. But considering the money I have to pay for my favorite coffee, cafes, restaurants, and my favorite movies on Netflix and books for my leisure time, I have no choice but to wake up and lazily get ready for work.
I had hoped this day wouldn't come but it's inevitable. I have to face my boss later and I have to do what it takes to make my client's name good on social media. What a nice way to start the day! I rolled my eyes.
I went out of my apartment, made sure the door was locked, and walked a few steps first to the nearest StarBucks and bought a Grande size of my favorite Spanish Latte and a waffle. This will be my breakfast for today and I think I deserve this. After that, the Grab car that I called to head on to work arrived so I hopped inside.
After 15 minutes, the car pulled over at the entrance of Vargas Media Co., a place that makes me both insane and happy as it helps cover all my whims.
"Thank you, kuya!" I expressed my gratitude to the driver of the Grab.
I went inside the company while holding my coffee cup on the right hand and my shoulder bag on the left. I am wearing a simple comfortable grey jacket on top of my spaghetti strapped tops and grey pants. Because I have to sit all the time and face the screen of my computer, it is very important for me to wear something to which I can stretch whenever I want.
I waited for at least a minute for the elevator to open. I am not panicking since I still have ten minutes before the exact time of our working hours to start. When the door of the elevator opened, some maintenance personnel and a male employee of I don't know which department went out of the elevator. I greeted all of them and went inside the lift. I clicked the 6th floor button and looked outside as I waited for the elevator door to shut before my eyes.
As it was closing, I caught a glimpse of the male employee from earlier who is trying to show me something but the door suddenly shuts. I shrugged my shoulder and didn't think much about it. I watched the number above the elevator as it changes while sipping my Spanish Latte.
When I reached the floor to my department, I get myself prepared before I face everyone. While walking to my desk, I saw everyone's stare on me. Upon reaching my desk, some of my co-workers and my close friend Cassie Garcia came to me.
"We learned what happened last night Ms. Zobel."
"It was all over the news!"
"That scoundrel really went too far!"
"OMG Astri! You looked like you didn't have enough sleep." Cassie says as she look at the eyebags I was trying to hide with my make-up.
"Hmp! You bet. It was already 2:00 a.m. when I arrived home. Tell you what - I even went to that bar wearing my pyjamas." I stated.
Cassie can't help but laugh when she heard what I'm saying. I threw one of my pen at her but she dodged it. When she finally stopped laughing she said:
"That guy won't give you a little bit of peace at all."
"I have no choice. I was assigned to take care of an immature grown up man's affairs." Even though that is not exactly my job description to begin with. I didn't sign up for this!
I was called to the office by my boss. Good thing he didn't scold me since what happened is not my fault anyway.
"The manager of that kid gave us all the responsibilities. If not for being the most prominent company he is in, I will not cooperate with them at all. But since they pay good, we are left with no choice." My boss said angrily.
I lowered my head before him and just nodded in agreement. After all, he is right. We have no choice because their company is one of the biggest investor of Vargas Media Co.
"Haist! Go to the Luminary Entertainment and talk some sense to that Aguirre kid. I leave everything up to you. I know you can handle him well." He added dismissively.
'What a huge burden I have to carry!'
"Noted sir!" I answered.
The coffee I drank earlier gave me relief only for a brief moment. When I stepped on the floor of Luminary Entertainment, my frustrations came back to me. I wondered how their company looks luxurious but they can't handle their talents pretty well. Can't they control their artists?
I went to the receptionist then showed my identification card as a social media manager which is dangling around my neck. The receptionist just took a glance at my face and nodded in recognition. I didn't need any verifications at all. My constant visitation in this company because of Mr. Aguirre made my face known to some people.
There was even a time from the past that he shouted at me in front of so many people and stomped his feet while walking away. It was because he got fed up with my continuous nagging because of his misbehaviors. I felt humiliated for the first time because that was also the first month I handled him. Until I got used to his attitudes. For a twenty-seven year old man while I am twenty-six, I felt like I am more matured than him.
I sighed.
I thanked the receptionist and headed towards the room where I can always find Mr. Iñigo Aguirre.