Madeline Collins, a graduate from Harvard and now one of the best publishers in New York has been given the task to interview and analyse the life of Carson Blake, a a multi-billionaire with a cold-heart, terrified of his past to be able to fall in...
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Saturday 3rd May
I arrive at his office the next day. I honestly don't know why he works on a Saturday, if it would've been me, I would've taken the whole weekend off.
The revolving doors open automatically, letting me in. I walk up to the front desk and spot a different lady than last time, sat there and typing away on the computer.
She looks up and is almost surprised to see me, "Hi welcome to Blake Industries. Mr Blake told me he was expecting you so just make your way through that elevator and to the top floor," she announces politely and I quickly thank her before making my way to the elevator.
Expecting me? What's he trying to do, persuade me?
I click the button that leads to the top floor, which I figured is his office the last time I came here.
I reach the floor, the doors automatically opening for me as I quickly scan around me, beige slowly stepping out the elevator, making my way through the hallway, remembering my journey from last time.
I near the end of the corridor, double black doors at the end which leads to his office.
Do I wanna do this? His mom is such a sweetheart that i can't say no but then again, I'd have to deal with Carson throughout it.
I make it to the door, knocking lightly once and waiting for a reply. Silence.
I knock a bit harder, still no response.
I huff. What was the point of me even coming here if he isn't even in there.
Luckily, barely anyone comes down the corridor at the moment, so I slide down the walls next to the door, knees tucked as I'm careful not to wrinkle my pants.
I'm wearing some khaki pants with a black button and a white tucked v-neck blouse with a string knot suited down the valley of my breast, tying the top together with a matching khaki blazer on top to keep me warm.
I sweaty to god if i have to wait here for another god damn minute, I'll loose my mind. Seriously, where is this guy?!
What if he's in there? Maybe asleep? I get up, dusting my ass and near the door again, my hand in a fist as I basically pound on the door. No response.
