"You've got the wrong pile of mail," Heidi pointed out loudly to Leila. Leila pushed her long, wavy blond hair out of her eyes and glanced around the large, open-design Hanson International offices. Everyone was staring up at them from their desks, trying to see what the problem was. Why don't you just relax? Leila wanted to say to Heidi. But with everyone watching, she wasn't going to say anything. Instead, she bit her tongue and continued pushing the mail cart down the aisle. There were big open cubicles along each side.
Charli was right, she thought. Heidi is going to be a major pain this summer. "This stack goes to the Director of Music Promotions," Leila told her quietly. "I don't have the wrong pile." What is your problem? Leila thought. That was a dumb question. Heidi was really easy to read, like a book with just one sentence: "Make all the other interns look bad so I'll get the job in New York next summer."
Leila tried to ignore her partner and kept delivering the mail. This place is totally awesome, Leila thought. Even handing out the mail was kind of fun. Most of the people working at Hanson were young, and they all looked so...so Italian! They were dressed in the hippest, coolest clothes and had tons of style. A young woman in a cubicle behind them cleared her throat. "Excuse me," she called. "This isn't for me." She waved a large manila envelope. Leila heard Heidi snicker.
"Wrong name," the woman said, flipping her tiny black glasses up onto her head. "Oh." Leila walked back to the woman's cubicle and took the envelope. "Sorry, but I didn't give you that. She did." "Look, it's no big deal," the woman said. "Don't push the blame onto someone else. Just get it right next time." But I didn't do it! Leila wanted to say.
"I told you to be careful," Heidi said in a really phony voice, as if she were trying to help Leila out. "Um, can I have a word with you, please?" Leila motioned the blonde girl toward a quiet hallway. Heidi shrugged and followed her to the more private space. "Look, I know what's going on here," Leila said. "We all want to do well this summer. But you aren't going to get that spot in New York next year by trying to make me look stupid. You've got to earn it on your own."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Heidi said. Then she spun around on her heels and walked away. Leila sighed. All the other interns were so nice. Why did Heidi have to be such a creep? When Leila got back to the mail cart, Heidi was nowhere in sight. Great. Now she'd left her with all the rest of the work! But maybe it was better that way, Leila decided. A lot less hassle.
Charli was right, she thought. Heidi is going to be a major pain this summer. "This stack goes to the Director of Music Promotions," Leila told her quietly. "I don't have the wrong pile." What is your problem? Leila thought. That was a dumb question. Heidi was really easy to read, like a book with just one sentence: "Make all the other interns look bad so I'll get the job in New York next summer."
Leila tried to ignore her partner and kept delivering the mail. This place is totally awesome, Leila thought. Even handing out the mail was kind of fun. Most of the people working at Hanson were young, and they all looked so...so Italian! They were dressed in the hippest, coolest clothes and had tons of style. A young woman in a cubicle behind them cleared her throat. "Excuse me," she called. "This isn't for me." She waved a large manila envelope. Leila heard Heidi snicker.
"Wrong name," the woman said, flipping her tiny black glasses up onto her head. "Oh." Leila walked back to the woman's cubicle and took the envelope. "Sorry, but I didn't give you that. She did." "Look, it's no big deal," the woman said. "Don't push the blame onto someone else. Just get it right next time." But I didn't do it! Leila wanted to say.
"I told you to be careful," Heidi said in a really phony voice, as if she were trying to help Leila out. "Um, can I have a word with you, please?" Leila motioned the blonde girl toward a quiet hallway. Heidi shrugged and followed her to the more private space. "Look, I know what's going on here," Leila said. "We all want to do well this summer. But you aren't going to get that spot in New York next year by trying to make me look stupid. You've got to earn it on your own."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Heidi said. Then she spun around on her heels and walked away. Leila sighed. All the other interns were so nice. Why did Heidi have to be such a creep? When Leila got back to the mail cart, Heidi was nowhere in sight. Great. Now she'd left her with all the rest of the work! But maybe it was better that way, Leila decided. A lot less hassle.