Wish Upon A Star [H.S]

6

Present Day: Six Years Later

"Look, I don't care what Clintworth wants, the budget is the budget. So, you can tell him that it just can't be done," she slams the handset back on the base. She leans over to prop her elbows on the surface of the desk and brings her fingers up to soothe her temples. It's April, and the marketing department has already hired their quota of new strategists for the season. However, the bloody head insists on taking in more than their budget permits. "Stubborn Americans," she grumbles to herself.

After graduation, Y/n had been offered a job at one of the fastest rising corporations in New York. In just eighteen months, she managed to rise in the ranks to executive accountant. It's a true testament to how much one can achieve with grueling nights of overtime and coffee running through the bloodstream.

With a loud sigh, Y/n grabs her purse and coat, and pushes out the doors of her office, "I'm going out to lunch. If I have any messages, write it down and put it on my desk, yeah?" she calls to her assistant as she heads straight for the elevator. "Thanks, Miguel," she winks.

The weather is beginning to shift to higher temperatures after having suffered through a ghastly winter. She enjoys the moments when she's able to walk through her city rather than having to hail for a cab. It's true what they had told her before, the energy here is an incomparable force, and to think she almost ran away from it all. Truth be told, she hasn't been home in over three years. There's nothing there for her anymore, all that she could ever want is all right here.

The money she's making at work is decent enough that she's able to afford a nice apartment on the Upper West Side. From her bedroom window, is a nice view of the Hudson. The thought that at twenty-four, she's able to live such a lifestyle, still baffles her. Although, she has gotten accustomed to the nightlife that surrounds the area, it's rather enjoyable.

On special occasion, like when she's sick of reading through all the financial reports that seem to pile high on her desk every day, she'll call up either Anne or Eric for a few minute's chat. They'd recently sold the house in Holmes Chapel and are now living in Camden. The decision was brought about when Eric was promoted to lead the London office, and he just couldn't refuse such an offer.

Her phone begins to vibrate in her pocket and she smiles when she sees who it is. "Hey there," she flirtatiously greets.

"Someone's running a bit late," the person on the other end says. She giggles into the phone as she rounds the corner of 51st.

"I'm walking into the restaurant as we speak. I can even see you right now!" she hangs up her phone and strolls over to the man dressed in the fitted navy-blue suit. He smirks when he sees her approaching and opens his arms out for her to enter. The man kisses her on the cheek before pulling out the chair for her to sit in.

"I see you decided to walk here," he teases. "How's work?" he asks while he glances over the menu.

She places the folded napkin in her lap and does the same. "Nothing out of the ordinary, it would just bore you," she shrugs off.

"Dollface," he reaches for her hand across the table, "you could never bore me." She looks up from reading the mouthwatering description of the taglierini to smile at him.

"If you're that curious, I've practically been breathing down marketing's necks," she says lightly.

He chuckles and kisses her knuckles, "It's what you're best at." She playfully shoves at him before pulling her hand away.

"I resent that, William!" he lifts his hands up in mock surrender.

They had met during her last year at NYU. He was in one of the major business-exclusive fraternities and had bumped into her at one of their parties. At first, she didn't think anything of him, but he was persistent and pursued her. It took about three months before she accepted to go on a date with him. One night out turned into frequent evenings spent walking through Central Park, and the rest is history.