Although being a standing lamp is easy, I have been standing behind Jamie for about almost three hours, in high heels. Never knew the session needed me on my feet when he called me inside. Does all the secretary have to stand in these shoes all day long? How long should I stand? For the rest of my days in Minerva? God. The shoes are killing me. My legs are numb and my feet are hurt... Oh I know, how about we do some stretching? Stretching sounds like a good idea, it might help if I move and adjust a little. Or maybe, even cleverer, I shall take off my shoes without Jamie knowing it. He is drinking his ristretto with his back facing me anyway, he won’t realize. Can’t believe I figured it out. I am a geniu

It has been twenty minutes since I messed up the office. I have completely cleaned the office up and put all the rugs away. I dry the wet documents too with a hair dryer I borrow from Mila. Don’t ask me why she brings a hair dryer to work, because you will never know women, hah. To compensate him, I ran to the pantry and made him a new cup of coffee. Although it is not the ristretto he loves, it smells good enough for me. I hope he will feel pleased when he drinks it. Not long after I have settled everything down, Jamie is finally done with his bath. After Jamie is done with his bath, he comes out of the bathroom with a set of clean clothes. He wears

Just when I am feeling satisfied about myself, I turn around and walk out of the bathroom with a confident smile.   While just by the moment when I step across the door of the bathroom, I see a man standing right in front of me staring straight at me.   “AH!” oh crap! My deep man's voice elapsed my lips before I could notice! I quickly clear my throat and repeat my last words in a high pitch voice, “I-I mean, ahh!”   After seeing me jump, the man’s face turns blank, he stretches his arms out and waves his palms in front of his chest.   “I am truly sorry, madame! I promise I never meant to startle you!” in a nervou

Time is quarter past eight at night when the stars gaze in the dark blue sky, and lights on the streets lighten up the way for the people.   Maybe you won’t believe it, because I don’t——I am currently sitting at one of the tables leaning against the glass curtain in an Italian cuisine named Paradiso di Figaro, located on the seventy-first floor of a building situated near to the DuSable Bridge.   Paradiso di Figaro is owned by a friend of Jamie——Figaro Lombardo, the head chef. I have heard of this restaurant being the most expensive yet popular restaurant in Michigan Avenue, for being one of the restaurants with the most beautiful 360 degree view observation deck throughout the floor.   The view is mesmerizing. However, tonight I find it empty here. I figure Jamie might have

“There you are!”   The strange girl walks straight towards me and grips my wrist, pulling my hand away from Bobby's. Out of surprise, Bobby let my hand slip off.    “I was waiting for you right across the street! It seems like I’ve gotten to the wrong place!”   The girl's action draws me out of disappointment, yet her words make me hesitate for a moment.   Why is she grabbing my hand? Why did she talk like she was waiting for me to go somewhere together?   Who is she? Do I know her? Has she mistaken me for her friend? Because if she has, I swear I can be her very best friend of her life for the following few minutes.