"We should go to a bar and get drunk." That's something that only Chase Collins would suggest. He didn't need reasons or excuses to celebrate or to put it in his words 'get wasted'.

"I don't think drinking the night away before I start my job tomorrow is a pretty good idea"

"Oh, come on Em. Don't be a spoil sport and I am not talking about getting wasted. We'll just have a glass or two of wine, chill and return back home. We can catch a happy hour it isn't even 9 yet"
He said sitting on the piles of moving boxes that were scattered all around our living room floor in a haphazard manner.
Chase and I have been best friends since the beginning of time. We know each other since our diaper days.

"I have to go to the gym before I start my job tomorrow so I think I'll pass"

"How about tomorrow after work? It would be worth celebrating that you didn't get fired on your first day"

"Sure.  If I make it till tomorrow evening then we sure would have a reason to celebrate."

"Great. Let me bake you a cake!"
One of many things that brought Chase joy were baking. But it wasn't one of his talents. Thus he sucked at anything that required the use of kitchen.
Being his best friend I had to endure this torture.

***

I woke up at 7 in the morning.  My job starts at 9:30 so I have a lot of time.  I got out of my apartment and was hit by the fresh cool morning air. The thing I love about New York is that whether it's late at night or early in the morning,  this city never sleeps. It's 7 in the morning and you can find yellow cabs bustling down the street. I put my ear buds in and started jogging towards the way to my gym. While jogging, I crossed the central park and saw the building where my office will be. It was a tall skyscraper,  almost 40 floors high! It was called The Cavanagh Tower. It was a building of its own kind, majestic and classy, it was as if the building oozed authority and confidence. I will start my job as a managing consultant to Telecon. It's a company that designs and manufactures products that make telecommunication easy and accessible for people. My job is to help organisations to solve issues, create value, maximize growth and improve business performance. We use our business skills to provide objective advice and expertise and help an organisation to develop any special skill that it may be lacking. We are the guys that work from the inside and help a firm conquer. 

I went to the gym and did all the basic workouts that an  average person does like cardio, weights etc. As I was collecting my stuff, I saw a set of Keys lying near my gym bag. They looked like the keys of a motorbike, because its key-chain had a logo of Harley Davidson. Somebody must have dropped them while collecting their stuff. I thought of going to the gym instructor to submit them when I saw a guy inquiring about the same to the instructor. The keys must have been his. He had a nice and lean built, just the perfect amount of muscle. From where I was standing I could just see his back and watched his muscles flex as he talked to the instructor. He had dark brown hair almost black. I went towards them 

"I guess these are yours? They were lying near my gym bag."

The man turned towards me and saw the keys in my hand, then he looked towards me 

"Thank you, I had been searching for them for 20 minutes. The bike means a lot to me"

He had such blue piercing eyes almost as blue as the deepest oceans. But those eyes also had something deep in their depths. Something that they were hiding. My grandma always said that a persons tongue may lie, but the eyes can't.

"No problem, it's totally fine. Have a nice day."

And I went out of the gym. I decided to walk back home since it was only 8:30 right now and it would only take 20 minutes to reach home. I liked taking walks and admiring natures beauty on it. It really eased off the stress and made me feel relaxed.

I reached home and Chase was still sleeping. He is such a lazy ass, I wonder how he got into modelling.  He was a free lance model and was struggling hard to get a deal with the top notch brands. He definitely had the looks, he just needed a little luck with the market and if he strikes a deal, I am sure he will become a world renowned name and face. The thing he was missing was connections. 

My mom called and wished me luck. I am so proud of this job because I got it because of my own efforts and not my moms. She is a well known business woman and lives on the upper east side of Manhattan, but I wanted to gain success and become something of my own caliber. I could have taken over my moms business but I wanted to learn how the real business world works, and also because I was never enough for my mother. For her I was an object that she wanted to carve with perfection. I grew up with a lot of criticism from my parents, specially my mother. Ever since I can remember, it was always me who was at fault, she needed a perfect daughter who was equally beautiful and intelligent but all that criticism went to my mind and played games with it. I used to get so frustrated with my own self that I wasn't even enough for myself and then one day, back when I was eighteen and was fresh out of high-school, I decided to go numb, turn off that little feeling switch that made me feel so shallow. If it wasn't for Chase, I would be a dead soul. He helped me, he taught me that I was enough and all those expectations didn't matter, only my expectations for myself were the ones that mattered. 

I wore a white blouse with black corporate pants and I kept my hair in a high pony. I collected my to go coffee tumbler that Chase had graciously prepared for both of us. I hailed a cab near my apartment building. As the Taxi made its way to Cavanagh Tower, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of this town. It was so different from the mainstream Manhattan, It had opportunities and freedom which were lost in the culture and posh lifestyle of Manhattan where being a socialite and etiquette spoke for you instead of your words. 

When I reached my workplace, I felt a bit of nervousness as it is my first day working here but I remembered my Father's words "anything that gets your blood racing, is probably worth it" and got myself to face today bravely. I walked into the Cavanagh Tower and was mesmerized by its beauty from within. High floor to roof windows bordered the whole building, the interior was in the scheme of black, gray and white which reflected the classy taste of the owner of this building and I could only imagine someone with a lot of experience in their mid 40's or 50's running this company and owning this building. I pressed the call button of the elevator and waited patiently for it with others who were also waiting with me. While waiting something caught my eye. A big black limo stopped at the entering gate and out came a team of gentlemen all in black suits entered the building, but a guy stood out of that crowd of robots. He was wearing a gray suit, had his aviators on that clouded his eyes and some of the corporate robos were talking to him and showing him something on their tablet. He must be an important person here but before I could see that man clearly, the elevator reached the ground floor and I got pushed with the crowd in the elevator.  

The elevator stopped at my floor and I got out to search for my boss so that he/she could brief me about the company's stakes in the market, its legal matters, its PR reputation etc. I found the cabin, It had a nameplate on it saying Scott Hunt, Managing Assistant. I knocked on the door and heard a 'come in'. I opened the door and walked in to see a guy in his late 20's sitting at his desk staring at his laptop. 

"Oh You must be Emilia Wintour, Fred told me you were gonna start your job here today. I am Scott. Nice to meet you, please have a seat." to be honest, he seemed to be grumpy but I am surprised to see he is so welcoming. I took a seat in front of him and thanked him.

"We specifically chose Friday for you to start work as it will be the weekend tomorrow and you can do some research on the company and take it all in. Since it's your first day here we wouldn't like you to feel burdened with work So, you can start by getting to know people you'll be working with." He handed me a file with the stats of the company, its history, its future plans.

"Miss Wintour, since you've been selected for the post of managing consultant, This file has everything you need to know. We'll be having a meeting with Mr.Cavanagh so be up to date with the details in this file. As they say, first impression is the last impression. So, all the best for this job, we are happy to have you here" he said dismissing me. I went to my table and started searching about Telecon. During lunch, I made quite a few friends here like Janice, Ellie, Tom and Kevin.

Tom and Kevin were a couple and were really cute together, They were soon to be married. Janice and Ellie couldn't stop praising Mr.Cavanagh, they were literally writing sonnets about our boss who I haven't seen yet. Tom and Kevin joined in on the conversation and started gushing about his unhumanly god like looks.

"He literally looks like a Greek god. Like he has this intense look in his eyes that makes your stomach tumble" said Kevin. Tom shortly followed on by saying " Girl, you should see his biceps and triceps, You'll just combust" And I couldn't help but giggle.

"As much tempting Mr.Cavanagh sounds, He's our boss and no thanks Tom, I am not interested in his biceps or triceps for that matter, and you guys sound like his cheer squad for gods sake" I found it amusing that our boss has his own fandom with fangirls ready to ogle at his biceps and triceps

Janice just shook her head and said "You are just unfamiliar with the Cavanagh charm. Once you see him, you'll shortly join our cheer squad and drool over him with us. You just need to get hit by a hurricane named Nathaniel Cavanagh" and I just replied with a "We'll see". 

After lunch, the day went on pretty fast. I was skimming through Wikipedia and the file Scott gave me all day to prepare for the meeting on Monday. I finished work at about 7:30 and Chase was gonna come to pick me up to celebrate my first day as we had promised and boy was I ready.