Under Your Scars by Ariel N. Anderson EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Ariel N. Anderson
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THE ANGEL
I glance at the clock in the bottom corner of my computer. It’s 8:37
PM on a Friday night. I groan quietly to myself. I’ve been at this desk in
this uncomfortable office chair since nine this morning. You’d think with all
the money flowing in and out of this place, they’d be able to provide their
staff with chairs that don’t cause early-onset arthritis. I take an exhausted
breath and finish up an email to my boss, Neil, before shutting down my
computer and grabbing my things.
Five months ago, I landed this job out of pure dumb luck. I applied
for an open position at Reeves Enterprises to be a secretary for one of the
senior attorneys. During my third round of interviews, I bombed it. Hard.
My nerves got the best of me, and I formed one coherent sentence through
the entire thing.
That sentence was my name.
Good morning. My name is Elena Young. I want to work at Reeves
Enterprises because….because I…um….
After that, I fell apart. I only got this job because the other two
candidates got stuck in awful lunchtime traffic downtown and missed their
interviews. I can’t afford a car, or even the three dollar per hour parking
meter outside the building, so I walked.
During the interview process, the entire legal department seemed so
welcoming. Unfortunately, the supervising attorney I was assigned to
wasn’t in any of my three interviews, so I never got the chance to meet him.
If I had, I might have dropped out of the candidate pool entirely. I didn’t
realize how difficult my new boss would be. Neil Hayden’s ego is bigger
than the Atlantic Ocean, and he absolutely hates me. I can do no right in his
eyes, and he berates me in front of my other coworkers on a regular basis.
It’s embarrassing and demeaning, but I need this job. For my career and my
survival.
So, I’m forced to overlook Neil Hayden’s clear distaste for me and
pretend I don’t notice his extra-long pinky fingernail or the way he’s always
sniffling when he comes back from the bathroom.
At fifteen dollars an hour, I’m making double what I was as a
receptionist at my last job. It’s not a glamorous lifestyle by any means, but I
can afford my rent and I can feed myself.
Instant noodles and tap water mostly, but it could be worse.
I can also earn unlimited overtime, which is why I work so late most
nights. It’s not like I have anything better to do. I like to have fresh flowers
in my kitchen, to bring life to my dull, gray, 300-square-foot studio
apartment. It’s got a single window, a shitty water heater, and the bathroom
is so small that I can barely squeeze in, but it’s home.
Most of my excess income, I spend on baby’s breath, ice cream and
Twizzlers. It makes the long hours bearable.
Sometimes it’s the simple things, you know?
I live in Meridian City, New Jersey, the crime capital of the United
States. It’s an island off the mainland of New Jersey, as Staten Island is to
New York. Meridian City is about twice the size of Staten Island with a
population of almost three million.
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