AMB~she~OUS

TWENTY NINE

Change.

It was such a funny thing.

It was funny how just a small movement of the earth could change the seasons.

Or how a small pinch of salt can change a...

No, scratch that, it was a horrible comparison but then again change wasn't something you could easily understand.

Change is exactly how I felt waking up next to Nick...naked. I don't know how or why but I felt something shift within me. Something I couldn't quite point out but it was there and it scared the shit out of me.

It wasn't because I was in love with him. God, no but it was something...

"Earth to Katherine." A hand waved in my face bringing me back to the present.

My eyes focused on the man in front of me. A worried look graced his face as he studied me slowly.

"Is everything okay with you? You keep zoning out every now and then, what's going on?" My husband asked from across me.

Craig had returned from his trip a few days after that night and had suggested we eat dinner at one of his friends' new Greek restaurant in town. It was his way of apologising for being away too often but I didn't buy too much into the apology.

"Yeah, just a lot on my mind, work and stuff." I answered, pushing some veggies around my plate. My appetite had been wishy-washy lately, the type of hunger I had been getting had nothing to do with food.

"And I hear its impressive work that you're doing." He smiled proudly at me, the kind of smile he always gives me when I do something he approves of.

I smiled back at him, Craig's praises meant a lot to me because I knew they weren't biased. He was the most objective man I had ever met and would never flatter you when it came to serious business. It was a trait I hoped Nick had inherited because he would need to run the company well.

"I also heard that you and Nick hosted a successful get together. I have to admit I was a little bit worried about making you two work together at first but I'm glad you are getting along." He smiled very widely at his words like it was the greatest thing on the planet and it just made me internally grimace.

"I think I'm ready to go home now." I spoke up before any more talk about how good Nick and I were together came out of my husband's mouth.

I almost laughed out loud. The irony.

I knew how good Nick and I were together and I wasn't talking about the same good everyone was talking about. Shaking my head I willed myself to rid myself of any thoughts surrounding that night. I had replayed it in my head too many times in the past two weeks to convince myself that it hadn't been a dream.

And what a good damn dream that would've been. But it wasn't, it was real and had happened and the consequences for it would be real too.

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"...and then you have a 12 o'clock with the editors of Esquire. Then you could call it a day." My assistant happily finished reading today's schedule for me.

Ever since we got that contract back in Paris we had been extra busy, early mornings and late evening to make sure we didn't disappoint. Our new venture into the Parisian world would be what puts D&D on the international map and I was excited about that.

"Or and I almost forgot, this came in for you." Penny placed an overly decorated pink box.

"What is it?" I asked, hesitating to open it lest pink confetti bursts out of it.

"A new cafe opened around the area, the owner is crazy about you. She sent me about a hundred emails asking me to pick this up and pass it to you and take a picture of you having a bite of her scrumptious doughnuts." Penny rambled. It was weird how she had gone from the timid assistant to one who talked my ear off every single day.

"Oh." Is all I said as I reached over to open the box.

I rolled my eyes when I saw pink coloured icing on the doughnuts as if that wasn't so obvious.

I hand-picked out the smallest one and went ahead to take a bite just as a little click sounded. Penny had tried to take a picture discreetly but the camera sound had clearly betrayed her and I was too tired to care.

Ugh.

I quickly reached for a napkin and spit out the horrid tasting doughnut.

"That bad?" Penny asked her eyes wide with surprise and what looked like concern.

"You think? They are dreadful." I groaned wiping any remains of that awful bite from my tongue. I realized that everyone wasn't a professional baker but this was just next level disgusting.

"Odd, mine were delightful maybe they packed the wrong ones. Let me get you a juice, I'm sorry."

"And Penny, throw these away on your way out." I motioned for the rest of the package. Even a dog wouldn't be able to stomach that.

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I hated interviews.

I hated magazine interviews more.

The questions were the same. Vain.

It was always :

"What's your wardrobe like?"

"Tell us your skincare routine?"

"How many designer bags do you own?"

"Who does your hair?"

And my personal favourite, "You went from rags to riches, any tips for girls who want to bag a billionaire sugar daddy?"

I cringed just thinking about that disastrous interview with Mode.

Interviewers and magazine journalists especially the females are never interested in anything more than the obvious fashion tips. It's never about my road to success or how hard I had to work to even be able to get here. Then again they were all so adamant that I slept my way to the top, maybe that's why they weren't so successful, they didn't know shit.

I let that thought nurse my sour mood and stepped into the private elevator ready to go and sit through another horrific interview. My hand pressed the ground floor button and watched the doors close whilst a very bothered Suzie threw a glare my way.

Nothing new there.

She was almost out of my sight but fully reappeared again. I frowned as the elevator doors opened again and this large man I hadn't seen in a little over a  fortnight strutted in like he owned the building.

Probably because he did.

"You've been avoiding me."

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Yes, she has!!!!

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