My Famous Lover Short Story- Peachy Cube (Fiction)
I breathe in thinking that I shouldn’t do this, but I know how hard I’ve worked and I am not backing down now. This is my first time in New York City, it’s my first day going to work I can do this! What’s not to love about a place where dreams really come true or knocked down like it was nothing. Once I arrive at my work, I look up seeing a big sign saying ‘VOGUE’ clueless of how I am going to act when I get inside, I shrug and walk into the doors not prepared what is waiting on the other side. I walk in to see an enormous diamond chandelier that glistens in the room, my eyes start to look lower and lower to see a counter crowded by people yelling at the front desk employee. When I start to hear my name being called over the crowd of people. “Claire, Claire Peterson! Where are you?” I start to follow the voice who is calling my name not knowing what to say or do. “There you are, Claire, I thought you were bailing out on the first day.” “No, I would never do that,” I said, I look