Apartment 22

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A few days had passed since the night at the club. I for some reason still thought about Danielle. Even when I was at work or doing shopping or making dinner. There was just something intoxicating about her. I don't feel like this ever after meeting someone. Usually I'm calm and collected, but with her I feel like my heart beats so loud that even she could hear it. I stumbled over my words and got all sweaty and awkward. I was always confident- I mean I'm an attractive woman with a great body, that i work very hard for, even if I have to admit it myself. I am successful and accomplished and had achieved a lot for my age. Girls line up for my attention not the other way around (okay, that might have sounded a bit cocky). What I'm trying to say is that i know I'm a catch.

The day was mundane and nothing significant happened. Work was busy and full of meetings as always. My PA luckily attendeds to a lot of my work relations now so I didn't have to get too involved - which i think everyone at the company prefers because they're a bit scared of me for some reason. Okay, I know the reason- I'm a bitch. There I said what everyone else was thinking. I'm not a bitch all the time, but at work i am very serious and strict- i like things to go my way- the right way. As managing Director i have a lot of responsibility - to guide the company in the right direction to manage my employees and to achieve our short and long-term goals.

I try not to be too ruthless and insensitive, but as a woman in a managerial position, men tend to walk all over you the second you let them. I am not to be messed with and everyone knows where they stand with me- and if they need clarity i give it to them.

I have a very hard exterior, my walls are up very high and i am not always the warmest person in the room. I am very picky when it comes to my energy. I know it's not always a good thing to be this cold and distant with others, but it protects me. I was raised to be this way, not to trust others. It takes a special person to see the real Kristen- Claire is one of the only people who gets to see the real me.

Like i said I'm very picky...

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I just got home when I realized I forgot to stop at the store for groceries to make dinner. Screw that take out it is. I got my keys and left for the local pizza place down the road.

I sat down after i ordered my dinner and sent some emails while i waited. I know I'm a work-aholic. But it's not like i have a relationship that kept me busy, work was all i had. Don't get me wrong, i really didn't want a relationship... I've only been disappointed and hurt by people, both by family and partners in the past. It was not the vibe let me tell you. Besides i was happy on my own, i really didn't need more.

I heard the door open followed by a voice. A voice that sounded so familiar. After a split second i placed it-it was her voice, the gorgeous British bartender, I mean Danielle. This was way too coincidental,  I thought I'd probably never see her again unless I go to that club (which I did not plan on doing). Okay maybe I considered it once or twice. I looked up and there she was, as graceful as ever, well not in this particular moment to be honest. She was talking on the phone loudly and looked relatively aggravated, but she didn't see me sitting there. I could see she was upset. "what do you mean your girlfriend is moving in and I have to move out, don't you think two weeks is a short time to find a new place?". She spat arms waving in the air followed by a deep sigh.

She then looked over at me, and saw that I was actually looking at her already, eavesdropping on her whole conversation- what an ass (if I could insert a forehead slap emoji I would). I felt so stupid and looked away - as if it wasn't too late now. I know right, I'm an idiot. It's that moment where you look at someone and they look back at you, so your only response is to pull your head to the opposite direction so fast it could basically snap off your neck, yeah that never made sense to me.