Jacqueline Williams stalked towards her vertical mirror, looking at her light face. 

      No need for makeup, I guess, she thought. 

      Today was the day of days where she despised going most: work. The typical mind of most when summertime comes, is vacation. Well, not for this one. Jacqueline, being only twenty-six, had the mindset of being lazy when a vacation period came around: spring break, fall break, winter, you name it. But the only problem of her being in that realm is that she believed that everything was supposed to smooth, calm, tranquil. Someone probably didn't tell her how life actually went.

      Working for Michael Turner was a real gift that only she would enjoy. Standing at only 5'5," she was a stellar white-collared worker for the company newspaper. She had her shit together, and she sure didn't rely on a man to make her happy;she could make her own happiness. Another thing to describe about her was her beauty. She could make any man's knees she passed by weak and wobbly as jello. She knew some men in the office were head over heels for her, but she never gave in.

     Words like "whore" and "thot" were being passed around these days like a joint in a teenage party, and she didn't need to be labeled as one of those. Las Vegas, Nevada, was a bitch this time of year with the major heat, but she learned to deal with it. She actually thought of traveling to her home country of Brazil for the summer, but knew she'd miss some days of work. She shook that from her head, sleeking down her strawberry-blonde hair into a firm ponytail.

     Her blazer was was a nice creamy and soft beige, along with her skirt. She straightened out both, smiling at her choice. Another day, another...half a million dollars, she thought to herself. In the current year of two thousand sixteen, money was a force to be reckoned with. Not that it never was, but considering that the Turner Gazette was the most popular newspaper company on the market...you kind of have to watch out.

     They were Nevada's award-winning source for news, sports, politics, entertainment, and opinion; founded only a couple of years ago, it was making a great name for itself. While grabbing her monogrammed satchel and keys from her coat rack, she grabbed her strawberry smoothie that was in her purple MateFit bottle.She slung her satchel over her arm, licking her lips as she walked outside while locking her door to her mini-mansion. Yes, a young woman her age had a mini mansion. With the sun beating down on her forehead, she raised the hand that contained her keys onto it.

     Using her thumb to wipe her brow, she sighed. Removing her hand, Jacqueline stuck the key into the lock, twisting it until she heard the click. She got inside and closed the door, starting the engine to hear the beautiful purr of her Mercedes. Driving off from her home, she turned to the radio to the voice of a darling rapper who went by "Drake." She hummed to his words to Summer Sixteen, basking in the glory of being able to hear him again.

     With his ongoing feud with fellow rapper Meek Mill, she didn't hear much of him. Sure, she'd heard both his disses towards Meek, but that seemed to be it. She held no side in the feud, but wanted to just go one day without her friends asking her which one she'd root for whenever a song from either one of them came onto the radio station. She wanted to enjoy music without there being any disagreements from the entertainers. She loved pop songs to the moon and back, but her real genre was hip hop. Jacqueline also was a softie for Meek as well, but didn't listen to him as much as she did Drake. Driving down the black road, she looked back on how she had to work in the summer, taking this chance to reference the song.

      "This should be an interesting summer sixteen." She chuckled at herself before getting serious again. "But nevertheless, you still have to do what you have to do," she told herself before going back to hum the song as she did before.