"Shit shit shit shit!" Rene was running through the apartment, waking Zack up. He came out wearing sweatpants, rubbing his eyes.

"Rene, what's with the yelling?" She rushed past him, putting her hair up and quickly grabbing her heels.

"I'm gonna be late for work!"

"Can't wewe just go, poof, and be there?" Leaning aganst the wall, she pulled on the shoes.

"No, I can't just 'poof'!"

"Why not?" The red head ran into her room, looking in the mirror quickly.

"Cause it's a normal regular person job," she yelled to him. "I'll get found out if I just pop up there." Grabbing her large mfuko wa fedha, mfuko full of folders, a laptop, and a binder, she ran out, quickly gave Zack a kiss, and ran out. "See wewe when I get home!"

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She just barely made it. Rene burst through the doors of the building and went on the elevator to the juu floor. Her toe clicked on the elevator floor as she tapped it impatiently. Almost immediately as she ran into her office, she heard her name.

"Miss Oshea get the hell into my office!" The red head sighed and set down her things, only grabbing her laptop. She started to walk over, cursing under her breath. Before she went in, Peter stopped her.

"Rene. You'll help me with my pictures later, right?"

"You can count on it. I'll just tell Jameson I'm gonna help wewe later today. kwa then, I should be done." He smiled.

"Thanks. You're the best."

"Of course!" She laughed a little and prepared herself mentally as Parker went to work. Quickly, she pulled open the door and barged in. Setting her laptop on the chair, she stood in front of her boss, hands on hips. "What the hell do wewe want John?"

"Miss Oshea, wewe are supposed to call me Mr. Jameson." She sat herself down, picking up the laptop beforehand, and crossed her legs.

"Since when do I follow the rules?"

"Since I am your boss."

"But wewe haven't fired me yet." Jameson growled a little and turned to face her in his chair.

"I haven't fired wewe because your makala is maarufu and wewe work well here, unlike some people at the office."

"If all that's true, then why do wewe need to see me?" He grabbed a cigar and lit it. Then he blew out a small grey puff from his lips.

"I am owed an makala kwa you." Rene opened her laptop, typed in a few things, and turned the laptop to him, inaonyesha the makala she'd written.

"Right. So, it's about the usual, of course, and I have a few pictures. Speaking of pictures, I was gonna help Parker with his toda-"

"Parker?" He bellowed. "Why would wewe help Parker with his work?"

"Cause I want to help him and he is my friend."

"Fine. Go help him." Jameson pushed back the laptop to her "Good work on the article. I expect another one soon."

"Of course John." He growled at her. She just smiled and walked out of the room, head held high. Rene went back to her office and set down her laptop. She grabbed her folders and binder and sprawled them all over the table, looking for certain pictures and information. I need some music... Quickly. she grabbed her phone and threw on Pandora. She spun around in her chair, jamming out to the music. Someone knocked on her door. The red head shut off the music, straightened up a little, and replied. "Come in!" Peter opened the door and walked in.

"You ready?" He asked. Rene grabbed her camera out of her dawati drawer and draped it over her neck.

"Totally!" Parker opened the door and motioned with his hand.

"Let's go then."