It's my life. Isn't it?

VANCE PUBLISHING CO.

Okay then, here I am. Let’s get in this fine establishment and get over with this day. Wait wait wait, don’t get me wrong. I said I love my work. And that’s true. But no matter what job you do there are days like these you absolutely dread work and just wish for the ground to split into two and swallow you whole.

Anyways, no matter what I feel, at work I’ve always been my professional self. As I walk towards the elevator, Macey gives me her most beautiful smile a receptionist could ever give and waves, making me return the gesture. Now Macey has been my friend since 3 years, which is also my work period with Vance. She’s one of the first people I befriended and I for one was glad she wasn’t one of those ‘office bimbos’ as she puts it. She does have the perfect figure though and I was envious of that. I mean she can wear whatever she wants.

Making my way to the 40th floor where I’ve got the best cabin, according to me. The view from there is absolutely breathtaking and it is close to all the rooms I may need to be in. I go to the lounge to grab a cup of coffee (to be honest I don’t know how I would have survived without my daily dose of caffeine) and a subway. My job at Vance is to be reading manuscripts and deciding which one of them is worthy being published.

‘While reading a manuscript if your mind wanders elsewhere do not think twice before tossing it into the bin’ were Mr. Vance’s exact words. I chuckled at the memory. He is kind of intimidating for someone in their 50s but it only takes a while to get used to that. As I was about to leave the room, I bump into Paris. She is tall and skinny, but I’ve met her parents to know where that came from. I’ve only been friends with her for almost a year but we do have this great connection. She’s bisexual, she thinks she’s lesbian but she doesn’t know for sure. Either ways it doesn’t matter because I love her and we do check out girls together.

“Bitch you scared me!” she exclaimed snapping me out of my thoughts.

“I’m glad to be of your assistance Ms. Smith”, I muttered as sarcastically as she did.

“Whatever, by the way we’re all going to Club Sensation tonight as it is a weekend. I’ve spoken to the girls and we’re all meeting at Izzy’s place at 10”, she informs me oh-so-courteously.

“Hey! How come I had no clue about this plan until now? What if I was busy?” I fake pouted.

“Let’s be real K, you and busy do not go together. And by busy if you mean reading on wattpad then you may continue with your busy schedule while me and the girls grab some beautiful men at the club- well in my case the ladies.”, she chastised bluntly.

“Jeez okay calm down. Now go back to your floor, you don’t want to get on the bad side of Mr. Vance early this morning.” I reminded her.

“Yeah that oldie might just snatch my precious weekend”, she frowned at the thought.

“The oldie might do just that if you aren’t at your desk this instance.” Mr. Vance’s voice bellowed through the halls.

And never in my life did I see her little ass run so fast.

7 hours later

I sincerely thank god for finally ending this torturous day as I enter my car and appreciate the silence. Currently I am making my way to Paris’s where Macey is already waiting for me because she will not have me wear any of the ‘mediocre dresses’ I own, to a ‘happening place’ like the club we’re going to as I can’t ‘woo’ any hot men in them.

Reaching her lavish apartment I notice for billionth time how lucky she is to be living by herself in this splendid place her parents randomly decided to ‘gift’ her when she got the job at Vance.

Suddenly this angry voice which I happen to recognize starts rambling “OMG can you look at the time you are so late. You’re lucky I love you or else I wouldn’t mind-”

“I’m sorry but I think you might wanna see what I got you” I cut her off mid-ramble and presented the foot long subway I grabbed last minute for her.

“You’re forgiven” she says flippantly. Gosh. This girl could show a hundred different sides of herself in a second.

We started the experiment where I was the guinea pig and Mae was the eccentric scientist. 2 torturous hours later we finally made it outside that room and quickly ran well more like wobbled due to the heels towards Paris’s car. I always told her if her car got stolen her first suspect should be me. I mean it was a black and white Mini Cooper. The car of my dreams. I’ll get there one day, I tell myself.

“Eyeing my car? Again? If you look at like this I swear I’ll just get you one” Paris teased knowing I hated expensive gifts.

“Nope. I’m good.” I replied too quickly.

It was already 9:45pm and we are now heading towards Izzy’s place. Izzy is short for Isabella White. Like Macey she too has a great figure but according to her she doesn’t have the kinda ‘curves’ I have. She too works at Vance and was in LA since the past 3 days for a business trip and had an off today because of which I couldn’t meet her. She is a really sassy person and has a natural appealing power that can attract any guy.

No sooner all the girls are here in two cars that is the Mini Cooper and Izzy’s Audi r7. And I thought it was all about boys and their toys. In the Mini cooper it’s Paris, my childhood bestie Megan and me. In Izzy’s car it’s her and Macey. The only introduction that’s left is Megan. Megan Kingston. Been my best friend since high school. Throws a lot of shade lately, but whatever. We’ve been through all the high and lows together. Whether it’s drowning our sorrows in Nutella and Kit Kat or binge watching all our favorite movies.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts by the obnoxious singing. But I can’t deny the fact that sooner or later I was going to be part of this singing. So why not sooner?

“I’VE BEEN THERE ALL NIGHT… I’VE BEEN THERE ALL DAAYYY… AND BOOYYY YOU GOT ME WALKING SIDE TO SIDE!!!

I’M TALKIN’ TO YA

SEE YOU STANDING OVER THERE WITH YOUR BODY

FEELING LIKE I WANNA ROCK WITH YOUR BODY

AND WE DON’T GOTTA THINK ‘BOUT NOTHIN’!!!” sadly we don’t get to finish that song as Paris pulls over in the parking lot. We make our way to the bouncer and ever so confidently Isabella asks

“How much to get in?”

“200” he replies in his gruff voice and it would be a lie if I said he wasn’t scary or intimidating.

And I stood there gaping like a fish only to notice I’m not the only one as Izzy handed a 1000 bucks for the 5 of us. I didn’t even know she carried that kind of money with her. Just a few steps into the club this lady asks us about our sexuality and relationship status. Megan is the one to clear my confusion as she informs me-

“It’s so that she can give us the bands of the right colour so we can hit on the right kind of people or vice a versa” So now all of us were wearing this orange and red band which stated single and straight with the exception of Peyton who had this pink and lilac band which stated lesbian and single.

Let the long night begin