Be My Wife (DestinyStar & PieceofMe)
Office Secretary and the Company President's Personal Assistant
Sage was born in the small city of Cooperstown, New York. They were a very family-oriented town, and she lived her whole life with her mother, father, two sisters, aunt, and uncle. Her grandparents lived right down the street, and eventually her cousins lived in the house next door with their children. Even though the town was small, the townsfolk had big dreams. Their small town was home to the National Baseball Hall of Fame, which made the whole town crazy about the sport. Your family was famous in that town if your picture was hung in that hall. Because of this, Sage was pushed her whole life to become a softball champion, in hopes of giving her family something to boast about. Both of her older sisters grew up to play in major league sports, one in softball and one in tennis (an odd path from baseball, but their family accepted it). Sage, however, despised the sport. She wanted nothing more than to organize and file and decorate. It was fun for her to see things so neat and orderly... as if the whole universe could just be laid out in front of her in a very set manner. Order was what she craved; decorating was the hobby which resulted from it. And not to mention that she was terrible at the sport. Her family grew frustrated that she would hide inside of the house all day, and they worried she would never marry, so they eventually forced her out on dates with men to try and win them over with her looks and "secure a husband", as her grandmother put it. Distressed by all of the pressure and knowing that she could never live up to her family's standards in this small town, she ran away at the age of 20 for the Big Apple, ending her career in softball and dedicating her life to being a single woman, living in order and structure. Life in New York was difficult on her own, especially having never been outside of her small -- yet bustling -- hometown. She was all but homeless when a young gentleman found her and offered her this job as a secretary in a huge business. He took advantage of her naivety, as many of her coworkers usually do as well (growing up so secluded made her a bit of an airhead), but she could not even tell. She works now for her boss as one of the best secretaries the company has ever seen, and she is able to afford her little one-bedroom apartment just fine in the big city. And although she has not spoken to her family in years, life could not be any better.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Sage rolled over and smacked her hand down on the alarm clock, nearly knocking it off the table in her drowsy composure. Normally she would be happy to get up at 5 A.M on a Saturday morning, but she had been up until nearly 2 A.M trying to finish up her boss' presentation for this morning. They were proposing a huge deal with another huge chain, and her boss would be furious if she didn't get it absolutely correct. So, of course, the redhead caved into her perfectionist nature and would not let herself collapse until that manila folder was filled to the brim with color-coordinated post-it-notes and highly-organized charts and graphs displaying only the most necessary information. And with that cluster of perfection all set together, she allowed herself to drift into self-satisfaction for a measly three hours.
With it being time for work once again, Sage forced herself from underneath the warm sanctuary of her covers and pulled her heavy body to the edge of the bed. A loud yawn escaped from her mouth. Her smooth hand moved up to push the lump of red hair from her face. "Nnnngh..." She groaned in displeasure. As much as she loved her job, one needed a certain amount of sleep before they could function in the morning. Looks like it's going to be a go-and-get-coffee kind of day, she though, dryly. She hated those little cups of black sludge, but it seemed to be an essential part of living in New York City, and one that she had gotten used to.
Once she had given herself the pleasure of a long stretch, Sage got to her feet and headed walked through the hallway to the bathroom. Her entire home was full of brightly-colored walls and sparkling decorations, all placed by her, of course. She had spent hours upon hours of her spare time working to renovate the home into a friendly and inviting atmosphere to one day present to her family. All of her ceiling lights had been replaced by warm, yellow light and glistening chandeliers. The light bounced off of walls of orange, blue, green -- each room with its own "color theme", and all of the colors matched and blended perfectly in an artistic pop of creative genius. Sage was proud of her home. And yet, no other person besides herself had ever set foot in this beautiful apartment. Sure, the place was small and only consisted of a single bedroom and an office, it at least was not shabby like those of her neighbors. It was like a sparkle of glitter in the dusty air of New York City. It was only because of her non-communicative nature that she was the only one to enjoy this spectacle. Of course, Sage didn't mind. One day she planned to have a whole huge house to herself that she could decorate and enjoy.
She walked out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her as she went to find some clothes. Short pencil skirts, top shirts, and dull colors were what her life consisted of here in the big city. If it weren't for her unusual auburn hair (not colored, of course) and her naivety to people, she would have fit right in with the boring atmosphere of the city. Now she made her way to work with her purse in one hand and that manila perfection in the other, her gray heels tapping loudly against the concrete. Maybe too loudly, because everybody in the city seemed to keep their eyes fixated on her dark gray suit as she passed. Although it was unnerving to be stared at in the beginning, Sage found herself growing used to the local men following her with their eyes, even if she had no idea why. One day I'll fit in enough to go unnoticed... I just have to keep working. I really feel like I belong here. These five years have been cakewalk compared to what I had to deal with at home...
She arrived at the office around 7 A.M to begin her paperwork. Although the building was only a five minute walk from her apartment, Sage's boss held her to very strict dress codes which took awhile for her to prepare. And not to mention that it wasn't exactly easy for Sage to put on all of this makeup (even though she really didn't need it) since her parents had banned makeup in their house while she grew up, unless they applied it for her dates. Of course, it is probably this fact which makes her feel as though the little makeup she wears is caked on when there is hardly even a layer of it there. Sage had always been naturally gorgeous, which is one of the reasons he had chosen her to represent him as his assistant. And that position would be gone for her very quickly if she didn't deliver these files to him, soon.
So Sage walked inside and made herself comfortable at the main desk. It was a large, round bar placed right near the entrance of the huge office; her station was the first place one would need to check before getting to the President's office right across the room. Sometimes she felt like a guard dog trying to keep people away from him when they weren't permitted, but the small security button under the tabletop put her worries at ease when it came to these sorts of things. Now her only focus was to make sure the boss was happy and schedule all of his appointments. Everything he needed was her job to complete.
Leaving her stuff behind the desk, Sage straightened out her shirt and approached the President's office. He seemed to care very much about her appearance, so she always worried that one hair being out of place would upset him. With everything prepared to give him the presentation he has long since been waiting for, she knocked on the door to his office. At his cue, she was permitted into the office, at which time she poked her head in the door to be sure she was not disturbing him.
"Excuse me, Mr. President? I'm sorry to bother you, but I've finished putting together that presentation you asked for."
(OOC: It's a LOT longer than I intended, but I'm a little rusty from not roleplaying for years lol. I wanted to make sure that I didn't miss any details. I hope it's okay. Sorry for the wait. ^^")