Suited and booted

Chapter 4

"Miss Specter, your father has left for the office, a car will arrived in 30 minutes, to take you" Lydia explains as she opens my bedroom door. "Thank you" I say, sliding out of bed and running to the bathroom. I quickly shower and pick out a business suit from my large closet, my dad had clearly refilled while I had been gone. I have found throughout my life that he does buy the finer things for himself and that he buys the same for me. I get changed, swipe some mascara on and spray some perfume, before grabbing my heels, bag and dashing downstairs to the front door. As I perch on the stairs sliding on my shoes there's a knock at the door and it opens. "You ready miss, your father is expecting you" Ray says, sticking his head around the door. I nod grabbing my bag and dashing to the car.

After 20 mins, I arrive at the office ready for a day of ordering about interns and helping associates. As I run into the office toward the lifts after a quick check of the watch I realised that I was definitely going to be late, it was 7:58 and I needed to be in my dads office by 8. "Morning" i say cheerily as I step into the lift, there's other associates in the lift but they don't answer. I roll my eyes, law firms are such a hostile environment. I finally make it onto the 50th floor with 10 seconds to spare, so it's time to get my running shoes on. As soon as the lift opens, I pick up the pace, running round the corners toward my dads office, because he doesn't like lateness. "Is he in?" I ask Donna, who is sat at her desk scrolling through social media on her phone. She doesn't even look up at me, she just replies. "Ye" she says, still scrolling on her bloody phone. "Thanks Donna" I reply, walking past her and pushing the door open to dads office. "Your late" he says, as he flicks through a file on his desk, i nod and take a seat infront of him.

"Here" he says, passing me the file, "I need you to sign the bottom of the page, then we can get a hearing for it next week" he continues. I'm confused but sign it anyway, as I read the top of the page after signing it with my signature, I realise it's my restraining order. "That was fast?" I say, sounding rather pleased, he nods and leans back on his chair. "After all this stress, I'm taking us away for the weekend, for a father daughter trip away" he explains. I nod, it's exciting as we haven't been anywhere since we went skiing 2 years ago at Christmas to Canada. "Thanks Dad, where are we going?" I ask, he smiles at me and then opens a draw, pulling out 2 lanyards and envelope. "Open it" he says, smirking, I do as asked and inside is a pair of tickets, then I flip it over. British Grand Prix, it reads, Omg we are going to England. "You got us formula 1 tickets with paddock club access?" I ask, I'm absolutely jumping for joy. He nods, "thanks dad, this is amazing I'm so excited" I say, jumping out of my seat. "We leave Thursday morning, arrive Thursday night ready for Fridays testing laps and we are staying all weekend, coming back Sunday night though as I have a case on Monday in court" he explains, i nod and literally jump for joy. This is the best news I have heard in a long time.

"What's all the excitement about?" Mike asks, waltzing into the office. I look at him and say very excitedly "Dad got me f1 tickets for this weekend" Mike looks at us confused. "You watch f1?"
He asks me, i nod, "I love formula 1, I grew up watching it" i explain, "right I have to go and get some paperwork done" I say, basically skipping out of the door and into the hall. As I reach my office, I notice another bouquet of flowers on my desk, very similar to yesterdays bouquet but different, but then it hits me. Jason.

I gulp loudly, I can feel my cheeks drain of colour, I decide to not think about it and head to the bull ring to go and badger some associates for paper work. "Which one of you is...erm,Harold?" I ask, looking around, one of them stands up. "Me, pretty lady" he says nervously standing up. I scoff, "rule number one, don't hit on me, it's perverted, I'm 19 for fucks sake" I reply, stretching my hand out for the files. He looks nervous and don't reply, he's just shuffles about his desk looking for it. "Here" he says, sheepishly. He passes me a brown paper file, i nod as a thanks, then realise I need a coffee. "Where are the interns usually?" I ask, looking around at the 10 associates all at their desks. "Tiffany?" Mike asks, standing up, I raise my eyebrows waiting for him to answer. "Usually they are in the library" he says calmly, he then swallows. "Do you need the flowers taking out of your office?" He asks. Everyone looks at me, I can feel my skin glowing red, I can't believe he asked me in front of everyone. "Yes" i say sharply, then leaving the room, i can feel all the associates looking at me.

I head down to the library, passing Rachel's office on my way. "Hey which one of you can run to starbies and grab me a Reece's frappechino with no whipped cream and extra cocoa nibs?" I ask, they all look at me like I have just spoke gibberish. "Speak up" i say, rolling my eyes. They look at me blankly, "Jesus Christ your interns at a Law firm not grade one imbeciles" i huff, rolling my eyes yet again. "I can" one of them says, he walks forward to me, "spit spot, bring it to my office when your done" I reply. I hastily leave the library heading to my office, as I walk round the corner I see the flowers still sat on my desk. I sigh and decide that I can't cope with it, but i have to know. I open my office door and pull the envelope out of the middle of the flowers, the same as yesterday it's a Tiffany blue envelope with a white ribbon wrapped around it. I rip the envelope open pulling the card out, it reads "I'm watching you tiffy, you can't escape". As I read it I can feel my stomach lurch, I slam the card down on the table, then lurch forward toward the bouquet of flowers sitting in a vase of water, i smash it off of the table. It crackling as it shatters onto the wooden floor, the water splashing and splattering on the floor. I slam myself back into my office chair, I take a deep breath, looking at the mess of glass, water and disgruntled flowers strewn across the floor. I massage my forehead with my thumb and forefinger closing my eyes but then opening them instantly when I hear the knock on the door.