Five Minutes-2

Just great. It hadn't even been a full day, and already I had managed to rub someone the wrong way. I let out a quiet sigh and pulled the door open, eager to get out of there.

As I stepped outside, I was greeted by Ms. Olson's assistant at her desk. She was a young girl with dark hair and stylish nerdy glasses perched on her nose. She had a friendly smile on her face as I approached. I tried not to let my guard down, wary of any potential traps. I could almost hear Valerie's voice in my head, reminding me to avoid falling into Mean Girls-style clichés.

I would definitely give it a try. I mean, who wouldn't? It was such an amazing movie, and it was hard not to imagine something like that happening to oneself. Or maybe I was the only one feeling that way?

"Ah, Ava Monroe, right?" she exclaimed cheerfully, leaning forward from her desk and focusing all her attention on me.

"That's correct," I replied with a humble smile, wanting to avoid sounding rude or arrogant. It seemed like Ms. O