Boss Or Boss

Chapter 1- In which she spits in his face

It was raining.

It was Fucking Raining!

"Damn you...you...you...UGH!" I yelled looking at the sky, staring accusingly at the oh-so-great one upstairs.

"Is there a problem, young lady?" I turned to see a wrinkled old lady scowl at me.

"Yeah! You!" I shot back annoyed.

I know I shouldn't be a bitch to an old lady but right now, I was 10 whole minutes late for my job interview and it was FREAKIN RANING!! Did I mention I’d chosen a white shirt? Yeah, enjoy the show shit-faces!

"Young people these days! How rude!" the old woman huffed and turned away.

"Why, thank you!" I exclaimed happily and gave her a mock bow, to which she just huffed again and went on her merry way, WITH A DAMN UMBRELLA OVER HER HEAD!!

I however, having ignored the weather telecast as I do every morning, stood on the bus stand, water soaking through my grey suit jacket and drenching my white shirt and grey pants. Thank God I have a jacket on or I would be making everyone's day right now.

So I pulled the jacket tighter to my body, held my bag close and screamed bloody murder at a cab coming my way.

I think I scared pretty much everyone since people gave me death glares and I heard a baby start to cry as its mother so-so-lovingly cursed at me. But the cab came to a stop in front of me and no one else came near to claim it. So no regrets on this little win.

"Synclair Inc. and STEP ON IT!!" I yelled yet again.

If you were as late as I was to your fifth job interview in a week, then you'd be crankier than I am, trust me. So don't judge.

The driver being a dear did exactly as I said and sped up so fast that I hit my head on the window screen before I had a chance to buckle up, making me yelp in pain.

"You asked for it lady." The cabbie reported back calmly, probably having dealt with bitchy brats her entire life....Wait! Her?

"You’re a woman?" I asked while rubbing my sore forehead.

"My voice not enough? Wanna see my 'girlies'?" she shot back with a smirk.

"I like you!" I laughed as I ran a hand through my wet hair to straighten it out.

I looked at her through the mirror and saw that she had a lean figure, blue eyes and apple red hair. She had a pretty heart shaped face and looked to be in her mid-20's. And she seemed to have a nice sense of humor.

"Late for work?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the road.

"Interview and I forgot to check the weather reports, as usual." I said deadpan.

She threw her head back laughing. "Nice. Name's Nikki. You?" she asked.

"I'm Savannah." Just then she stopped her cab in front of the Synclair HQ. I got out and took out my purse. "Thanks. How much?"

"$5. And keep my card and remember to stay positive. Don't go thinking that you won't get the job or you really won't. Your boss ever give you a late night, call me," she handed me a card after I paid her.

"But how do I know if you- What the...?" I finished putting the card in my bag and she was gone.

"Oh well." I shrugged and ran inside the building and away from the awful downpour.

I think the God's must really hate me today because even the elevator was jam packed and I had to wait another 10 minutes for it to go up 12 floors and come back down again.

Once the elevator doors to the 8th floor opened, I quickly walked to the receptionist's desk and waited till she got off the phone. She was blonde woman with light blue eyes in typical receptionist clothing of a light brown pencil skirt and a cream yellow blouse underneath her brown jacket.

"How may I help you?" she asked when she was done.

"Um, hi. I'm Savannah Tresscot; I was here for the interview..." I trailed off giving her a sheepish smile.