A rude encounter

Lyanna

I stand in front of the gigantic skyscraper, my throat tightening in fear. My knees knock together as I try to compare the address with what Irene gave to me.

 "What was she thinking? How would I ever survive in a place like this? I don't have my credentials on me!" I palm my face in worry.

 I had left that place with nothing, except my clothes on my back and my father's credit card. Nothing else is with me.

The clothes I'm on right now, are a courtesy of Irene, who was kind enough to lend me her clothes for today.

 I straighten my clothes, still debating between myself whether to go in or not.

 I fiddle with my hands, "It's not as if I can even take up the job of a receptionist. Anything would do for now," I mutter, walking towards the building, "I just need a job."

 I walk inside, and up to the front desk. A pretty lady is sitting beside it, typing away at her laptop.

"Hello ma'am," I greet politely.

 She looks up at me, "Yes?"

 I clear my throat, feeling nervousness wash over me.

 "I was wondering, if.. there was maybe a vacancy in here?"

 She grimaces at me, "Did you see any sign outside that showed there was a vacancy here?"

 I am thrown off by her rude question, but I try to compose myself.

 "Well, I am.. new here, and my friend directed me here. She said the.." I pause.

 She adjusts the glasses on her face, "We are in need of a secretary though, but looking at you.. I don't think you're fit for it. You can leave."

 My heart drops at her words. I feel rage forming within me, "Ma'am. I didn't come here for the position of a secretary, as of now, I know I can't acquire that position."

 She just shrugs, and continues typing away at her laptop.

 I suck in my teeth, thinking of what next to say without sounding rude.

 "Maybe, there's a cleaning vacancy?" I try to sound persuasive. At this point, I'm just desperate.

 "Miss, I already said you can leave. There's no vacancy here for you," she snaps.

 I crease my brows together, "That is no way to talk to anyone, young lady. You're rude," I finally drop my polite facade.

 She raises her brows, "Excuse me?"

 "I'm literally being so polite to you, and you are here being all pompous. It's not as if you're the assistant manager, you're just a receptionist, okay?"

 My words must have hurt her pride because she stops what she's doing, directly facing me now.

 "How dare you?! You just come in here to insult me?!" She barks.

 I wave at the air around my nose, "Ugh, stop shouting in my face, maintain your distance, lady."

 She takes the glasses off her face, her mouth completely agape.

 "What the fuck?!" She gasps, "What exactly are you..."

Our little bickering has some other staff gather around, watching our little drama.

 I roll my eyes, "You wanted to give me attitude, I just had to return the favor," I flip my hair, "You're not the only one who can be rude around here."

 The other people begin to murmur among themselves.

 "Miss, if you don't leave, I'm going to call the security!" She stands up.

 I let out a sigh. This isn't what I was signing up for, but it seems today came with a lot of packages.

 "Calm down lady," I cross my arms over my chest, "The least you could have done was at least lead me to the hiring manager. He or she is the one who has the right to throw me out of here!" I stamp my feet on the ground.

 "You don't even have credentials!" She bangs her hand on the table.

 "Well, give me a cleaning job!" I throw my hands in the air, "The moment I clean up this floor, it'll definitely reflect your miserable life!"

 Seemingly enraged, she lunges at me, but some of her co staff are quick to hold her back.

"Miss, I think it's time for you to leave," a middle aged man comes up to me, pointing to the door.

 "If this bitch had been a little more polite, maybe I'd have left, but no! I ain't going nowhere, until the hiring manager comes," I look away, my arms still across my chest.

 "Miss, if you don't leave, I'd be forced to call the security, and it won't be nice," he warns.

 Is that all they got?

 "Didn't your mother teach y'all to be polite before you became outcasts?" I shake my head, still flustered.

I might be stubborn, but I'm not rude!

 The receptionist has gotten so angry, she takes off her heel, throwing it at me.

 Her shoe hits my left ear with such a force for a moment I thought my ear came off with the shoe.

 "What the actual fuck?" I gasp, holding my ear, prepared to charge at her.

 Sudden silence falls upon the room. Everyone stops murmuring, even the receptionist has gone awfully quiet. No one moves, no one says anything.

 Ha! I've finally knocked sense into them!

"You stupid bitch! You should probably be banished from here! You don't even deserve to be a receptionist!" I scream, rubbing my sore ear.

 "And why has my office turned into a club so early in the morning?"

 I stop in my tracks as soon as I hear that voice. It sounds painfully familiar- wrapped in velvet and silk.

 My bones freeze as I realize who it might be. It can't be.. it's not possible.

 My heart is drumming against my rib cage. That fear I had felt a few hours ago seizes me in my chest, making it difficult for me to breathe, but then--

I slowly turn on my heels to face where the direction of the voice had come from.

 There he is, towering above everyone else. Lucien.

Almost immediately, our eyes meet, and time goes still.