Chapter 2 Coffee
"It''s 5 am, It''s time to get up," I yawn and stretch to turn off my annoying rm. But I knew the more
annoying the clock was the quicker Ie out of bed thus, I can never bete for work.
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Iy in bed for two more minutes then got up. For those two minutes, I think about my dream which I
can never seem to remember well. It seems in the dream, I know and see everything clearly but once I
get up my brain is nk.
I walked over to my closet and open the door. I need to look for something suitable to work in. After
finally finding something appropriate to wear, I took out the garments and ce them in my hands. I
walk and put the purple button-up shirt and a ck skirt that is a little on my knees on my double bed. I
also took out my ck two-inch heel which I lived in. I literally lived in them. I remember buying them at
either Wal-Mart or Target. I bought it because since being an assistant secretary, I alway need to dress
professional and having a heel is professional. It is my only heels. It''s not like I can afford anymore. I
just satisfy with why I have.
Some persons in the office talked about my bad taste in fashion but it''s not like my taste was bad it just
I don''t have money to better myself because if I did I wouldn''t be working as a ve for Mr. Ryan.
Always on his beckon call.
I made my way to the bathroom and came out thirty minutester with a towel around my body. Some
persons would ask me why I spend so much time having a shower when I could shower in five minutes
but I really don''t like the idea of hurrying and not having a good bath. Hygiene is a very important thing
and people always neglect they''re body but I will not. I made sure all my body cleanses the proper way.
I drop the towel and hurriedly put on my clothes then enter the kitchen. I started to make my breakfast,
which consists of only a sandwich with tea. I ce all the essentials that are needed to make the
sandwich on the small counter. Egg, bacon, cheese, ntains, bread and lettucey on my table ready
to be made a wonderful breakfast.
Thirty minutester when I finish my breakfast, I went and ce food in my pets jars.
Afterwards, I brush my teeth for the second time and exist my home at 6:10 am. One od my dreams a
kid was to always have nice teeth so you can smile.
I had to reach the office by at seven. But I had to walk to the train station, get a ticket and wait for the
subway toe and that took thirty minutes, after which came the subway ride which is usually ten
minutes. The next ten minutes I had to get Mr. Ryan''s Café Latté and be at the office at seven.
My journey in the morning are sometimes hard and hectic but I''ve gotten use it since it''s being years
now at thispany. Working hard by working over time is a lot of work and energy but it''s the only
way I can live. It''s not like I have any choice. Getting a job here in New York is very hard. Jobs are
scarce and if you have one that takes care of the necessaries, you need not worry.
I stand in the line to get the coffee for Mr. Ryan. Mr. Ryan stereotyped all Rich men with a business.
He''s grumpy, he loves money, he sends me to get coffee on the busy streets of New York, overtime.
I used the time to take in my surroundings. The roads were full with people going in New York''s tall
buildings and hurrying, some people looking at their watch, some talking on the phone, some eating,
and walking. Everyone in a rush. New York City is a busy ce indeed.
When I reach the top of the line, a friendly face greets me.
"Good morning, Kally," the coffee man said. He was wearing his usual white apron and cap. He looks
quite professional although he is only a coffee maker. New York city folks really appreciated the work
he did.
"Good morning Mike, I''d like the regr please," I said with a light smile. My sses began to fall off
my face, I used my middle finger to put back on my nose.
Heughed at my nerdy gesture and said, "Two Café Lattéing up,"
He handed me the Café Latté in less than a minute and I gave him $20. "Thanks," I said before it to the
24 level building.
"Good morning, Ms. Bisson," Charlotte the front desk clerk said. Charlotte, beautiful strawberry blonde
and boobs to die for. She takes men breath away, I guess that''s why she''s at the desk. To make the
clients stay just a little longer. I''m not saying she''s a bitch or anything. She isn''t, she is rather nice and
makes all the blond jokes look stupid.
"Good morning Charlotte," I said. I walked over to the elevator, the number 23 was already press so I
forced myself in the corner with the coffees in my hands. The elevator isn''t very nice in the morning. If
I''m not careful my toes will be off. Since they were so many who were running to their level because
they didn''t want their names to be in thete book.
After another long five minutes of my life, the elevator stopped.
After reaching my stall at 7:00 am, I ce my bag and a Café Latté on my desk and made my way to
Mr. Ryan''s office with the second Café Latté in my hand.
Without knocking, I open Mr. Ryan''s door.
"You''rete, Ms. Bisson and I don''t tolerateteers, now where is my Café Latté?" I shrug and
gave him his Café Latté. Mr. Ryan is about sixty years old and every day I wonder why hasn''t he
retired as yet. Rumors say that his wife cheated on him with his younger cousin which is why he is so
mean to women. But to be honest, I think he was always this way. His grumpy attitude fit his face. He
had wrinkles, his face had a constant mean look. His once brte hair is fade with grey hair.
"This Café Latté is cold, who is going to drink this? Go get me a different one." He growls and then
throws the cold Café Latté in the bin. Way to waste good money!
"Stupid old man, do you think it''ll be cold if I just took five minutes long elevator trip," I mumble under
my breath. I said that every morning because he does the same thing repeatedly.
"What did you just say Ms. Bisson?" Mr. Ryan said. I know he heard me, that''s his reply each morning
before I exit his office to go for another coffee.
"Uhmm..nothing, Mr. Ryan, I''ll go get another one," I exit the office and I roll my eyes. I brought the
second Café Latté to the Lounge room and microwaved it.
The Café Latté always get cold by the time I reach his office. That was why I bought two, he throws
away the first one and sends me to buy another one, little did he know I buy a back-up. But it''s better
left unsaid.
I made it back to Mr. Ryan office, gave him his Café Latté, and then prolonged my day by doing the
tons of work he and his Secretary ced on my desk.