So I only wrote part of this and I wanted to publish it. If this gets like any form of attention or like anyone wants it to continue than I can continue it. Just keep in mind that I don't write a lot and there will most likely be a lot of grammar...
Authors note- Okay so like I don't really know how this is going to turn out, give me like any suggestions or anything and like you should read the description before reading this- Please don't attack me it kind of sucks but like just hear me out for a sec it has a decent plot line. Okay here we go (P.S if you are reading this I love you so much)
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Five years. Five years is all it took for you to break my heart, fix it, and then re break it. 5 years was all it took for me, Ella Harper, out of all people to fall in love with you.
Five years ago
There goes my alarm, and my heart jumps at the thought of today. Here I am, in New York City, finally at my dream job. I'm exactly where I want to be, and I am right on track. I wrote my life plan when I was 9, and It's really coming true. My dreams are taking shape of my life before my eyes and I can't wait to see it.
The world is a little brighter, and I'm a little bit happier today. I mean why wouldn't I be im
literally about to go kick everyone's asses. I get to my office, and see a tiny coffee shop. Why not try it? I mean what's the harm, this is my new job anyways. Plus, I'm about to rise through the ranks and become a senior partner asap. Might as well call me the best therapist there now.
The coffee shop looks perfect. It's modern but homey, and the second I walk in I feel refreshed. Like look around, it's amazing. I get a coffee (triple shot of mocha, obviously), and go to sit down. This man sits down beside me, his blue eyes staring right at me. Who is he and what is he doing here? After a minute or so I say something.
"Can I help you?" He better answer because I have absolutely no idea what to do in this situation.
He just stares at me.
"I said, what are you doing here?" His eyes snap back to reality and he blinks.
"Oh my gosh I am so sorry." His voice hits me in a way no one else has before. It's soft and yet it makes me want to talk to him all the time.
"You're Alina, right? Man, it's so crazy we haven't seen each other in years." I quickly come back to present moment instead of diving into his eyes.
"No, I don't know an Alina sorry." For some reason I don't want him to leave just yet. He has my attention and my curiosity.
"Ella, nice to meet you." I hold out my hand, part of me hoping he shakes it.
He does.
"I am so sorry, I could have sworn you were a friend." I could listen to that voice for hours.
"Anyways have a great day." I can't believe he ended that conversation so quickly, please don't go.
He goes.
Whatever, I didn't even know him that well, that's life I guess. I finish my coffee and walk to work, knowing I don't have time to be late. When I see the building, my heart skips a beat. Holy shit, it's massive. It's so tall, and it's windows are mirrored glass. I look at the top, with the logo 'Atlantic Corporations' on it. There, at the very top floor is where I'm going.
I take a deep breath, I got this, I think to myself.
Please don't be nervous, please don't be nervous, please don't be nervous.
I walk into the building, my head high, my shoulders back. I have to make sure people know that I'm in charge here, no matter what the paycheck says. The promotion has been mine before I even walked into this building, I have nothing to worry about. I did my undergrad at Harbard, then finished my bachelors at Stanford. I went to both on scholarship, and managed to get out of my small town in Canada before I even knew it. Therapy has been my calling for as long as I can remember.
I'm forced out of my thoughts when I hear the elevator ding. The doors open, and I look around. Every single office here is massive, and I already know one of them is mine. I walk up to the assistant. "Hey, welcome to Talk Atlantic. What can I help you with. " She's sitting in front of a door which I can only assume is my new boss's office. I look behind here with the gold letters
'Rafael Keen' on a plaque attached to the door. His assistant is young and blonde. Wow I'm intimidated.
"Hi, I believe I work here now. Ella harper?" I ask. The assistant types a few things into her computer and takes me to my office. It's large and has a view of the entire New York skyline. I see the people hurrying down the streets, and the little stores on the side of town. It has a gorgeous black desk, and an amazing chair. I know I'm t a higher level here, but I wasn't expecting this much. There's two couches facing each other, for the patients I assume. I'm trying to look like I'm not impressed, but it's amazing.
"So this is your office, feel free to settle in. Mr. Keen will come in soon to talk to you about the paperwork." Her voice scared me, I was so lost in thought.
"Thank you-"
"Sarah" She squeaks.
"Well thank you, Sarah." I don't plan on being that boss that treats her assistants like shit, I used to be the assistant and that was no fun. No way. Not me.
I walk and sink into my chair. It's only 8 in the morning and I'm so overwhelmed and tired. Of course I am absolutely excited but at the end of the day, after everything, this is a job and its really triggering. Of course I mean- Holy, someone just knocked on my door and it sucked the life out of me.
This man with a familiar face walks in. I stand up from his seat, and immediately I look into his icy blue eyes, and it all comes back to me. The cafe, the stare. My heart skips a beat. The pettiness.
He looks me up and down, and I swear something inside me is feeling things that aren't nervousness. Still, this man is my boss, and I was rude to him because I was scared shitless for my job. He comes up to me to shake my hand, and once again looks me up and down again, probably just to double check that i am the girl who verbally assaulted him out of nowhere.
"Hi, Ella I believe?"
"And you would be Mr. Keen?" "Yea, I'm your new boss." he pauses.
"Unfortunately" he lets out this chuckle, which makes my stomach flutter. He seems so genuinely nice, in the way that makes you want to jump up and down like a teenage girl.
"Have we met before?" oh my gosh, I can't believe he even remembers. I'm dead.
"I think so, at the cafe across the street, right?"
"Ya I think so-"
"Listen, I am so sorry about being so rude I was just nervous about-" I am preparing to throw up as many apologies as he needs.
"No need to apologize, I get nervous on the first day." He looks me up and down and my heart skipped a beat.
"You seem like you are fit for the job." I swear I'm going to implode. I hate all this attention but for some reason I want more.
After 10 seconds that feel like an eternity, he finally walks out of my office. I know I'm going to completely dominate this place, but after all I'm kind of nervous. I still have my first patient in like five minutes, and god knows that I can't risk that.
Okay ya that's it. Lmk if you want more and I will happily oblige just don't want to write for anyone. I hope u liked it!
