LILY
"It's not Buckingham Palace, but it's all yours, Lily," Beth laughed, clapping dust from her hands after helping me move into my scant possessions. "I tried my best to make this place look like a home. Welcome to your new humble abode. I'm sure you'll make it feel like a palace in no time."
I could still hear her laugh as I thought about how she had helped me find a place to live for a moment. The apartment is on subsidy, but it was the only flat I could afford. Even though it wasn't Buckingham Palace, it gave me a place to put my life back together.
"Thanks for helping me with this, Beth," I said as I settled into the worn-out couch.
Beth, always the optimist, stood by the door, her gaze following mine. "Sure, it's not the lap of luxury," she started, giving me a half smile. "But it's a roof over your head, right?"
"It's... perfect, Beth," I found myself saying, surprising myself at the conviction in my voice.
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Only you could find perfection in peeling paint and worn-out furniture, Lily."
"Isn't that what life is all about, Beth?" I said, "Finding beauty in imperfections, finding hope in despair, and creating stories out of the mundane."
Beth looked at me for a moment, her eyes misty. "You're one of a kind, Lily White," she said softly. "Come on, let's help you unpack."
We gathered the boxes Beth and Aunt Alice, her mother, grabbed from the White's residence. I was thankful that she could retrieve all my belongings from them before Mother could even throw them in the trash.
When we were done, we grabbed takeout and ate on my worn-out couch. As we sat there, enjoying the comfort of greasy takeout and the familiar scent of cardboard, Beth leaned back and sighed. "You know," she said thoughtfully, "despite everything that's happened, I have a feeling that this new chapter in your life is going to be something extraordinary."
I smiled at Beth's words, feeling hopeful. It was reassuring to have someone like her by my side, reminding me that there was still potential for something beautiful to emerge.
For three days, my tiny apartment always woke me up in the morning with a cacophony of birdsong from the one tree outside my window. Meanwhile, in the afternoons, Beth would occasionally drop by with a homemade lunch.
Her presence was a welcome interruption, anyway.
"Lily, have you considered writing about your own experiences?" Beth asked while we were digging up our pasta.
I paused momentarily, twirling my fork in the pasta, contemplating her question. Writing about my own experiences had never crossed my mind before. I'd submitted a bunch of my scripts to every production company, but none had replied to me.
Faking a smile, I answered, "I suppose I do. Each character I create has a bit of me, their struggles, their victories... they mirror my own."
"You know, Lils..." She turned to me, and her hand offered a comforting squeeze on my shoulder. "Rejection is tough, but it's not the end. It's just a test of how badly you want it. And I know you; you're not one to back down."
"I know, and I'm not giving up, Beth."
"You are talented, sis. But why don't you try to write relatable stories? I think editors would have more interest in that than fictitious stories. Look, there's an open position for a scriptwriter at a network company. Why don't you try it?" Beth suggested.
She then handed me her phone with a job posting. As I read the news, a network and production company, the hub of the city's film industry, was hiring. It was, indeed, a scriptwriting position for a new movie.
"Hauss Productions is the top in the industry, Beth. The chance of being seen by them is zero." I bit my lips, looking hesitant.
"C'mon, Lils! You've got talent, and I've read your best stories!" Beth supported me, trying to relieve me of my doubts. "I know you can do it!"
"But what would I write? They're looking for new stories—fresh ones, to be exact." I shifted my gaze to her, looking dejected. "I've only written short stories, and most do not appeal to the masses."
Then Beth's voice chirped in excitement, "Oooh! You know, I've got hots for my boss right now. Why don't you write about a work romance between an employee and a boss?"
My brows furrowed. "Ah, what? That's the most cliche plot I've read, Betty."
Beth's eyes narrowed. With her lips pursing, she said, "I know, and people still dig it, Lily! You can change some aspects, add more thrill to the story, you know."
"Are you serious about this? Are you sure they'd read my work? I don't think it's an award-worthy piece, Beth," I explained, my shoulders slumping on my couch.
"Who cares about the awards? If I know these prod companies prefer buzz-worthy scripts, you know," Beth added.
In resignation, I breathe out. "I'm not sure about this, but I suppose trying won't harm."
*****
Standing outside the massive Hauss Enterprise building, I felt a shudder from the evening's chilly air. The tall glass building, a symbol of achievement and aspiration, reflected the hopes and aspirations I carried within me. Even the sheer magnitude of the situation caused my heart to race as I entered the lobby.
'You're at the first step to your dreams, Lily.' I smiled from ear to ear as I looked around, taking in the company's magnificence.
Quickly, I checked in at the reception desk and was directed toward the recruitment office. As I walked down the hallway, all I could see was the bustling surroundings of the office. Instantly, I was excited.
The sound of ringing phones and the chatter of employees filled the air, creating an atmosphere of productivity and ambition. The energy was contagious, fueling my determination to make a lasting impression during my interview.
But as I opened the door to the office, I was surprised.
Across the desk sat Lindsay Anderson, Mia's close friend, her familiar face pulling me back into the memories of when I still stayed at the White's residence. A cruel smirk danced on her lips as she looked at me.
Lindsay recognized me.
"Lily White, right?" She confirmed, her smirk widening, "I remember you. You're Mia's sister. Anyway, you've come for the janitor's position?"
"What?"
"Well," she drawled, leaning back in her chair, her eyes glinting maliciously, "Your resume was included in the list of interviewees, Miss White.
"A cleaner, but how? I applied for the scriptwriter position, Miss Andersson," I reiterated. The words hit me like a punch, a cruel twist of fate. I had come here to apply for a specific job and was now offered a cleaning job.
She retorted, "I apologize for the confusion, Miss White. There has been a mix-up with the applications. However, the janitor's position is currently our only available opening. You can take it for a moment while waiting."
It felt absurd, but I knew I didn't have much choice since I needed a job to pay for my rent. "I'll take it, Miss Anderson."
Lindsay's face initially exhibited a look of surprise before quickly assuming a smug grin. "Oh-okay. I'll let the head of the cleaning department know. Your shift will start at six in the evening. It'd be appropriate if you're already wearing your work clothes."
"Thank you. See you tomorrow," I replied courteously and headed toward the door.
As I left the recruitment office, the odd encounter filled my mind with mixed feelings.
'How did my resume mix up with the janitor's position?'
LILYI entered the shiny building of Hauss Enterprise while donning my cleaner's uniform. Despite my less-than-ideal position, my heart gushed with excitement. I was ready to meet my co-workers and eager to learn the ins and outs of a mega-media industry like the Hauss. Besides, cleaning wasn't new to me since that was what I'd been doing with the Whites for eight years living with them.As soon as I entered the HR department, the assistant accompanied me to the cleaning room and incited me with the rules and regulations of the company. She introduced me to my partner, Jack Rodriguez, an attendant who had been with the company for ten years.Jack quickly showed me the ropes in the building and the room for our cleaning equipment. When we reached the lobby, he patted my back and asked, "Ready to start, Lily?""I suppose so. Let's get it done so we can go home early," I replied, smiling small but sincere."Alright. Let's start with the ground floor's bathroom since employees usually use
LILYI was getting familiar with the company's quieter side. The office's hustle and bustle faded as I explored the corners of the building. I was able to appreciate the company's charms because of its quietness. While I dusted the large desk in Maverick's office, I could almost visualize him sitting there, orchestrating the employees with a single command.He wasn't in his office due to an important meeting. With that, I took the opportunity to look at the personal items on his desk. The framed photos and handwritten notes gave me a glimpse into his life outside of work, adding a touch to his professional persona.The vibrant colors and iconic images on the movie posters even boosted a personal touch to Maverick's office, reflecting his love for cinema and perhaps his adventurous spirit.'Oh, how I wish my works would have their poster someday.' I admired his collection so much that I could help but wonder if they held any significance to his life. Either way, they contributed to the
MAVERICKSuddenly, there was a knock at my office door. Lindsay walked in, looking hesitant and shuffling her feet. It seemed as though she had just realized the gravity of her previous actions."Miss Lindsay Anderson," I started, my voice colder than intended. The chilliness echoed in the room, ringing like a stern warning. She jumped slightly, her eyes wide with anticipation."Sir Maverick," she started, attempting to inject her usual confidence into her shaky voice.Putting her off, I said, "Your actions have caused the company chaos. Not to mention putting someone's name in a bad light.""You think I did it?" Her face turned ashen, and the corners of her mouth dropped."We've seen the footage, Lindsay, and it's you. I've always believed in giving credit where it's due, Lindsay," I said, my tone firm. "And it's time you learned the consequences of your actions.""What? No! That's not true, Mr. Hauss! I wouldn't do such a thing." Her eyes widened as the reality of my words sank in.
LILYThe next day, I walked into the Hauss Enterprises office building with excitement and fear. Just yesterday, I cleaned these rooms, but today, I walked them as Alexander Maverick Hauss's assistant.When I walked toward the office, Jennifer was waiting for me at the reception desk with her usual calm and composed self. "Good morning, Lily," she greeted me, her eyes kind yet professional. "Are you ready for your first day?""Good morning, Jennifer." I returned the greeting, trying to sound more confident than I felt.Jennifer nodded and led me through the office's maze-like corridors while explaining my responsibilities. My tasks ranged from handling Maverick's schedule to assisting him in meetings."So, Lily, as Sir Maverick's PA," she said, her tone steady, "you need to be available whenever he requires it. That means you'll accompany him to meetings, prepare reports, and even fetch his coffee if he asks."While the thought of brewing coffee for a man as intimidating as Maverick w
LILYThis past weekend, I went to see my best friend, Beth. We had planned to catch up over brunch and spend the day exploring the city together. When I arrived at her place, we couldn't contain our excitement and immediately started reminiscing about our favorite childhood memories.As we settled into our usual booth by the window, the smell of fresh coffee and pastries surrounding us, Beth fixed me with an expectant look."So, spill. How's the new job going?" Beth asked, sipping her mug.I sighed, resting my chin on my hand as I traced the rim of my coffee cup with my finger. "Honestly? It's been challenging," I admitted, offering her a rueful smile.Beth's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her cup halfway to her mouth. "Challenging?"I took a deep breath, ready to dive into the story of my unconventional employment journey. "Well, for starters, there was a mix-up in my application. I was originally hired as a janitor."Beth choked on her coffee, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You? A ja
LILYAs I walked into the office the following day, I felt good to go. Maverick's smile last night sparked a renewed determination in me. I was ready to take on any challenge that came my way, even if it was Chloe Johnson.As I walked through the doors, I couldn't help but notice the curious glances from my colleagues. One particular thing that came to mind was Chloe Johnson's skeptical glances, which bothered me greatly as I worked.I had no clue what made her irked. But no matter the reason, I was determined not to let Chloe's doubts make me lose my focus or motivation."Good morning, Miss Johnson," I greeted, deciding to test the waters.She turned around, her surprise evident at my direct approach. But she recovered quickly, giving me a tight smile. "Good morning, Miss White."Her tone was polite, but her eyes told a different story. They were guarded, concealing an uneasiness she was too proud to admit."Everything okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned."I'm fine," she replied a li
LILYI walked into the office, my mind racing with the tasks I had to complete. But as I settled into my desk, I noticed a stack of files that weren't there the day before. I picked up the topmost file and skimmed through it. My eyes widened as I realized the amount of work added to my plate."Good morning, Miss White." Chloe greeted me, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. She was leaning against my desk, a smug smile on her lips."Oh, hi, Miss Johnson. You’re early today," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. When I approached the stack of files on my desk, I asked, "Is this all for me?"Chloe's smile widened. "Yes, they are. I thought you could handle them."I felt a knot forming in my stomach. I knew what Chloe was doing. She was trying to sabotage me and make me fail. But I couldn't let her see that I was affected."Oh... okay. I'll try to check all of them as soon as I'm done with the reports," I said, forcing a smile on my face."Good. While you're on that, add these f
LILYThe morning was a blur of paperwork and Chloe's smug face. I was so engrossed in my work that I almost forgot to purchase the medicine from the prescription note on my desk. It was written in Sir Maverick's handwriting. As I rushed to the pharmacy, I couldn't help but wonder why Sir Maverick had left a prescription note on my desk.His handwriting was always distinctive, but it seemed more urgent than usual this time. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he needed a robust and potent medicine.'Does he have some sort of prostate ailment?' It was a request for a philter, a potent concoction that was often used for, well, intimate purposes.I was taken aback, but I assumed that Maverick had his reasons. Maybe it was a personal matter that he didn't want to discuss. I decided to respect his privacy and fetch the philter without asking any questions.When I returned to the office, I headed straight to Maverick's office, the small bag containing the philter clutched tightly in my han