Karma - S01 E02

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Karma - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

Grumpy condescending prick

The tall building with huge letters, Thorne PR, engraved on it, mocks me. It is big and intimidating. It stares back with its doors open. The more I keep looking upon it, the more it seems like it might fall on me.

I have never worked in any formal setting. The closest I came to, was waiting tables at a fast food joint, the uniforms were degrading, the pay was painfully menial, the hours long, and the boss frankly disgusting and disturbing. So here I am, unsure of the attire I choose It is the only decent formal thing I have. A worn-out silk blouse, a black short pencil skirt, and slutty heels that break men's wallets.

I breathe in and square my shoulders and take the first step into this unfamiliar world. Last night I spend hours and hours researching about Thorne PR, more precisely, Thorne himself, he is my target after all. I dug further into his dating Life. His first girlfriend at sixteen, was a Nickelodeon actor. She had won several awards, his second girlfriend, was a French Model, His third was an heiress to food industries, his fourth and now his wife Is a humanitarian ambassador. All those four women had one thing in common which I wasn't. They are dead-drop gorgeous.

I should leave while I still can. This isn't my typical world. These people have a purpose, a goal to keep them in check, unlike me.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, "You must be Katerina." I turn to meet a woman's brown eyes. I remember her from my research, she's Cassandra's personal assistant.

I nod.

She eyes my choice of outfit with raw disapproval. "You know this isn't a girl's night out."

How can I know?

I nod again anyway.

"Follow my lead." She starts to walk and I do the same.

"where is Cassandra?" I ask as we walk.

"I am the one you will deal with." She speaks without a single glance.

"I need to speak to her." I insist.

"She said you will insist," she says smiling, not in a kind way. "Karma, is the answer she gave me for you."

We walk inside the busy building. My father owns a small logistics company. His business occupies just one floor of an old beat-up building but still earned him enough to live comfortably. He never allowed me to step my feet there. It wasn't a woman's world. So, as we go up the building, I feel lost and believe my father was right. I feel small and the dumbest.

We alight at the tenth floor. "This will be your desk." She points at a tiny disorganized table.

"You will be Mr. Thorne's personal assistant. I believe you already know your responsibilities." She says.

No, because I never graduated from high school and it is my first time being a personal assistant.

But, I don't say that.

I just nod because I want to just get fired and Cassandra will realize I have no use to her.

"Here you will find everything you need to know, how Mr. Thorne likes his Coffee, his calendar, diary and such." She gives me a piece of a paper.

I lay it carelessly on my desk.

She turns and starts to walk away before remembering something, she turns and speaks. "O, discretion and diplomacy are important and essential to Mr. Thorne. That is what will keep you here." With that she walks away swinging her hips.

About 10.00 am Mr. Thorne walks in a black suit, he never bothers to glance my way, his towering height creating an eclipse as strolls past me like I am invisible, he throws open his office door and bangs it.