Emily’s eyes widened at the greeting she received. Of course, she would see if anyone was available but to be asked out on a lunch break? Her blue eyes had widened a bit at the gentlemen’s response not daring to look at his face until a sharp irritated voice met her ears. Looking up she studied the impatient man and smiled gently not thinking to hard. “Mr. Wellington would be the best person…Just one moment. Her bony hands reached for the phone as her right hand played the extension numbers like a piano.
“Mr. Wellington, would you have time to squeeze in an appointment. The gentlemen is having a hard time with a girlfriend or something….Yes… Of course,” She smiled and turned to the gentlemen.
“He’s in the last office down the hall….He says he’ll try to help you with your women issues…..But if I have to say I think in the course of four minutes I can see why a girl would want to make your life a living hell,” she chuckled at the last part. She was very pleased with herself.
“You gentlemen don’t have to accompany him if you don’t want. There is a couple chairs and magazines you may flick through,” Emily gestured the sitting area with a shaky arm. She was tired and hungry and she had about twenty minutes till lunch but not a cent to purchase anything. She could take the guy on his offer her eyes studying the handsome features on the young guy’s face. But her heart sank at the posibility of needing to depend on someone. But before she could add her decline her stomach growled interuppting the silence of her filing papers….

(sorry its so short @_@ didn’t want to push the thing too far forward)

Today is the day I turn a new leaf! It been a hectic year and it is time to stop pitying myself and get out there! Life is worthless if I spend it dwelling on the pain and the only place the worth lies in is in the struggle. But the reality is I was still running from the demons that plagued my very soul encasing it in a cage that resembled the beater box from the movie Uncle Buck. Little did I know that my world was about to change along with the birth of winter.

A violent shiver riddled a small petit woman casing her legs to hit a rusty door handle and her head to slam against hard plastic. The frosty windows sheilded the depressing image allowing the small skeletal like figure slip into an old blouse and little knit sweater. They were outdated and their true colors had long since faded away as nervous fingertips buttoned the worn fabric. Then came the oversized pencil skirt and worn slipper shoes sliding into their designated places. A cloud of chilled air escaped icy pink lips as two small blue pools regarded the frost that collected outside the window.

“Today will be different! I have to stop this maddness,” The young woman proclaimed. Her voice was filled with strain and her heart hung in the bowels of her hips unable to flutter.

The streets of a buzzing city….where people did not care to stop and ask about who you were and what story you held. A perfect place to wollow in the caves of ones sorrows because not one person could look you in the eye. It was these streets that the starving female wandered. The cold would be rolling in and she could not afford to spend another winter in the piece of junk. It had not moved for a year and a half from a small parking lot that rested next to Willington Law Firm. The car rested there almost as if a memorial to past battles that had been lost or won for the employees at the firm and on this bright chilly day it would be the first time the witnessed its occupant stroll through their rotating glass doors.

The tile glistened under her scuffed flats as she headed for the designated floor. The ohones a whirl as the elevatored shuttled her to the top floor. They were plea calls to the owner to accept the poor girl’s application! To have some generosity to a girl in need and the owner who was in need of a secretary replied to every phone call with a silent “Ill take that into consideration.”

The sickly car living girl’s name was Emily and it was her stomach who had coaxed her finally into applying for some sort of job! She was shuffled past dark stained desks and into an office her slightly knotted hair brushing her cheeks. Emily’s stomach had twisted and there she stood her weight leaning on her right leg as she pondered her fate. The older gentlemen smiled his lips curling as he gave the job of secretary so easily to her and commanding she begin at that moment. A twist of emotions rattled inside her rib cage as she sat at her desk filing papers, typing up mindless documents, answering phones, and greeting cleints.

Emily felt her mind swirl as she filed her stomach walls vibrating as someone presented himself at the desk. “Good Morning! Do you have an appointment,” greeted Emily slightly irritated at her hunger situation!