Chapter 1 Jasmine

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As early as three o'clock in the morning Jasmine Matthews, the female protagonist of this story can be found in Covent Garden Market, her morning shift will end at nine in the morning. 10:00 a.m to 2 p.m she can be found in National Gallery lastly, from two in the afternoon until six in the evening she'll be in National Theatre. Her job descriptions were dishwasher, janitress, and receptionist respectively.

"Incoming!'

A large tray of dirty dishes went to her station and she began her endless dishwashing duty. Her hands were already scarred from washing the first batch and before she could even lift her hands from the soapy water another batch came in. Her co-employee Chuck grinned at her. "Bloody dishes eh?"

She nodded smiling and returns to working.

Time sure flies fast the next thing our heroine's feet found its way to National Gallery's staff quarters. She went on to change her clothes and put on her uniform. Arts and music fascinates her that she felt honored on landing the job. Walking along the dimly illuminated hallway, dragging along her cart quipped with her trusted cleaning equipment she busied herself polishing the stairs and moping the floor. Students were roaming around the hallway as various field trips to museums, theatres and such were organized by the schools and universities across London to nurture the young generation's interest on history. Because let's face it, all they do was chat in front of their laptops/desktop computers, play online games thru their game consoles and such forgetting how to interact with each other and be sociable.

"Jasmine!" Someone called. Her head impulsively looks backward and saw the owner of the voice. Her big boss. The Gallery supervisor.

"How may I help you Mr. Lewis?" she asked timidly.

"You could go home now, shift's over." Her eyes widened that any time it could fall out of her eye sockets. "Am I-I f-fired?" she stammers. Her lips quiver at the thought. She closes her eyes as she wait for her boss' words of dismissal from service. Permanently.

...

"Of course not you silly girl! BBC's Sherlock Holmes cast and crew will be here to shoot a couple of scenes for their season premiere. All of the staffs are required to vacate the area except those from the managerial positions."

Her lips forming an o-shaped acknowledge his explanation as her hair was playfully ruffled by her boss. "How can I fire my smashing twee staff such as you? Off you go young lady I know you're knackered after working straight this morning." Mr. Lewis turns on his heel shaking his head lightly clearly amused.

"Thank you, sire!"

Jasmine for the nth time checked her reflection on the full-body mirror her hair tied in a neat bun, her face donned with light make-up and her name plate polished... over-all she's satisfied with the outcome and smiled triumphantly at her reflection. For the first time, she'll show up in the National Theatre more presentable and less haggard. She exited the room with brimming confidence.

Taking the bus from Charing Cross she sat up comfortably on the seat next to the window, minutes later they had crossed the waterloo bridge and then she walked her way to the NationalTheatre.

"Good day lads!' she greeted her co-workers cheerfully but a deafening silence was heard in response they tore their gaze on her and started murmuring among themselves. Jasmine raises a quizzical brow at her co-workers strange behavior. Does applying make-up that of a big deal or did she put on too much eyeliner that made her looked like an emo punk?

"Matthews?"

"Mr. Roland!'

Mr. Andrew Roland grabs her wrist and shoves her inside his private office not far from the staff's common room. "What are you doing here? Didn't you receive the memo?"

"I'm here for work of course and what do you mean memo?"

Andrew Roland or as the staffs fondly calls him Rol is a gay director for the National Theatre, the second-in-command for the overall operation. He is a 5'11 good looking man blessed with a Greek god body and skin color as well as cerulean eyes that looks like the ocean. "You cheeky little monkey." His eyes roam her face down her body. 'Blimey! Are you wearing lipstick?"

Jasmine flashes her infamous Cheshire cat smile. "Don't get your knickers in a twist over some bloody make-up." She laughs but was abruptly stopped when Rex Michaels entered walking hand-in-hand with a blonde woman whose skirt is small enough to fit her round butt she thought that such skirt was called micro-mini skirt or something else these days. Her flawless legs are quite long too. Her wavy hair sways as she walks and her skimpy top? My oh my it undeniably accentuates her greatest asset. Her cleavage shows an appropriate amount that'll drive any man lust for more. Her lips are so red Jasmine mistook it as if she uses blood as her lipstick color.

"Jasmine?"

"Good evening Mr. Michaels."

"Right. Roland give Jasmine her last paycheck while I escort this lovely girl to the receptionist table." He said as his eyes halts at her cleavage.

Swoosh!

And just like that her boss with a face of an angel but with an attitude as black as coal fired her like it was nothing as if it's the only natural thing to do, like learning how to breathe, her knees gave in and Roland caught her by the arm before her face hit the floor. "Hey..." Roland cooed calming her a bit before he led her on a chair handing her a glass of water seconds later. She drank it down in one swift stroke.

"That hedonistic good-for-nothing arse!" she burst out with a loud thud of the glass on the table.

"Watch it! And by the reaction of yourd I guess you didn't received your termination memo."

"Hah! I do hope that bombshell new receptionist of his will tripped and sprain her ankle oh wait! That's not impossible since she's wearing such diabolical heels!"

Roland knew didn't deserve that kind of treatment he knows how hard she works for her schooling and such. "Come here." Roland reach out and pulled her in bone crushing hug, calming her nerves and he whispers words of encouragement. She pulled away her face a total mess. He searched for wet wipes on his bag and wipes the snot on her nose, trying to fix the messy make-up all over her face.

-ROLAND-

Jasmine didn't even need to wear make-up because she already had an angelic face it was just covered with her untidy hair and sweaty appearance for almost everyday. She had those long eyelashes, hazelnut doe eyes, cute nose, pinkish lips and her adorable petite figure towering for only 5'5"... if he's only a straight guy he would gladly court her but well the definition of girlfriend material is not on the range of someone as boring as Jasmine. Guys tend to like a woman. Jasmine is well... a girl. A fragile, innocent girl that ooze with the word 'plain', 'boring', 'ordinary', 'inexperience' etc.. In fact if you put her on a crowd she doesn't stand out but beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and I considered Jasmine as a beautiful girl inside and out.

"Thanks Rol."

He smiled. "You're welcome. Uhm... here's your last pay."

With shaky hands she accepts the envelope with cash and tucks it on her bag. "I'll go ahead then."

"Good luck Jasmine."

She gingerly kissed his cheek. "Thanks. I will."

Back at her apartment situated in Guilford Street she was greeted by Mrs. Summers who's currently sweeping tiled floor. "Jassy dear you're quite early."

"I got fired Mrs. Summers."

"Oh dear! How about your monthly rent?"

For a moment Jasmine thought her land lady has an ounce of sympathy on her it seems she's wide off the mark on that one. In the end it'll goes down to money. With clenched fists and gritted teeth Jasmine snaps. "Don't worry Ma'am I will not abandon my responsibilities on you!" snatching the daily newspaper from the trash bin she proceeded to her room and started job hunting.

+CHvuE