A Week Later.

It's already hard impressing my boss, but it's harder to impress the people around the company.

I entered a café called Express-so which was a five minute walk on the other side of street near the company. It was a tradition of the company for new workers to follow orders to people who worked before for about 2 weeks.

I was tasked by my coworkers to buy coffee and donuts early this morning. They even gave me money for their desire beverage and donut of choice. Screen shooting their orders which were either simple while others were plain out difficult to memorise.

After a minute or so I was waiting at a round wooden table for my order to arrive. Resting my cheek on my palm I was trying hard not to fall asleep. This week was brutal for me, I was asked around a lot and Wyatt didn’t give me the slightest bit of rest. I didn’t know how tough being an assistant would be.

My phone vibrated through my pocket and I grabbed it. Emma was calling.

“Hello.” She said.

“Hey, What’s up.”

“You doing okay out there.” She asked.

“Yeah,” I yawned. “I’m fine.”

“Sounds like a tough week.”

“It was okay, but it wasn’t really that hard.” I chuckled.

“Listen, my friends don’t mean harm. They’re really just lazy to go out and but their own food.”

“It’s alright, it’s just coffee and some donuts.”

“By the way, come to me later after you’re break. It’s important.” She hang up.