My Kind of Perfect Read Free

name.
Fame and success would be coming my way. After all, this was the type of
presentation that would either get you up or bring you down. Which of course,
in my case, I would definitely get the up part for no one could ever bring me
down.
    Except for bad luck. Super bad luck. Those falling into the
category of catastrophic. But gladly, that didn’t happen to me yet. And I’d
like for it to stay that way, even if I had to randomly run after black cats.
    It was a short trip down to our office so I knew that I was
still early for today. Greeting everyone on my way up to the twelfth floor, I
enjoyed my last moments as one Bridget Woods’ assistants. Tomorrow would be
another story.
    “Good morning, Claire,” I happily greeted my coworker as I
put my things down on my table. I arrived just in time, but she was rather
surprised than happy to see me. I wondered why that was so.
    “You’re late. Why is your phone off? The meeting is already
starting,” she said, panic eminent in her screeching voice. Claire already got
that squeaky, little voice and the anxiety in her tone added just a little bit
more dramatic effect to it. Sometimes, I even wanted to suggest to her to
audition for cartoon shows. She could definitely fit in the voice acting or
something part.
    “Huh? Relax, Claire. It would start at eight thirty.” I said
to her and grabbed my planner from my bag to check the time. And yes, of
course, I was right again.
    “The schedule was changed last week. Don’t you remember?”
she retorted, or more like shouted to me.
    ‘Oh no, Claire dear, you have no
right to shout to me,’ I wanted to warn her. But before I even got the
chance to defend myself, I noticed that yellow piece of paper stuck between
heaps of papers on my table. I turned to my right and saw the post-it that
failed to make its way into my planner.
    Reschedule: 7:30.
    I realized that I, for the first time in my entire life, was
wrong. Crap! I was late. I looked at my watch and saw that it was already 7:45.
Fifteen minutes late. That was a long time especially if VIPs were waiting for
you.
    Doomed!
    I hurriedly grabbed my laptop and proceeded to the
conference room in haste. I caught a glimpse of my boss, Bridget, who was
standing in front of the door and tapping her feet in dismay. Seeing how she
aged fifty years in fifteen minutes, I realized that I was so busted. Gosh, she
must have had been really mad at me. Her face flared in anger as soon as she
saw me running towards her.

Chapter 2
     
    “Why are you late?” exclaimed Bridget, her eyes twitching in
anger.
    “My bad. I’ll get on it,” I replied apologetically.
    Or at least I was trying to sound a bit contrite.
    “Go inside, they’re waiting for the presentation,” she told
me before she pushed me inside the conference room herself.
    I straightened my walk as I went up front. I heard my
audience’s disapproving chatters as I passed by. I ignored it and just headed
my way for I evidently knew that they would be shocked once they see how
perfect my presentation was. I had put so much time and effort on this one to
make sure that nothing could possibly go wrong.
    I connected my laptop to the video cable and searched for
the presentation that I made for today. Presentation 01. Open. I cleared my
throat and looked up to face my audience. I was quite surprised that they all
had friendly faces now. A moment ago, they all appeared like they wanted to eat
me alive.
    Then suddenly, one started laughing. It was a quiet chortle
but audible enough in a room wherein everyone was keeping their silence in
place. And for some reason, one VIP was followed after another. Soon, the rest
of the attendees were doing the same thing.
    What were they laughing about? It couldn’t possibly be me.
    “Uhmm... good morning,” I ignored them and started with my
presentation instead. But instead of containing whatever they were laughing
about, everyone continued laughing and disregarded me altogether. Rude