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4 YEARS LATER

JOSIE

THE RAIN SPLATTERS AGAINST the glass, the entire office looking very dull. All of my coworkers look sad, and depressed. The rainy weather is not helping. I sigh, and finish up my work, before grabbing my bag, walking toward the elevator. My heels click against the floor as I make it past Kristen's office and to my surprise our boss is inside leaning over her, staring down at her monitor.

Despite my burning hate for him, I can't help myself other than peeking inside. Elijah is never on this floor, no, usually he's a bunch of floors higher because he thinks he's a goddamned saviour who should step on the rest of us. Elijah looks up, which causes our eyes to lock. I see the twitch on the sides of his lips and decide to make a run for it instead of simply facing him.

When I make it outside, it's raining a lot more than it seemed to be when I looked out of the window. I walk toward my car as fast as these heels let me and quickly put my handbag inside of it. I have a work-laptop in it that I cannot afford to replace in case of water damage.

"Josephine!" I hear over the rain and my blood freezes. I turn my head seeing him standing, his suit getting drenched. The material sticks to him, allowing me to get a clearer vision of the muscles he hides all day, everyday.

I could wait and hear what he wants or I can be the most unprofessional I have ever been, and drive away pretending I didn't hear him. In the end it is his word against mine, no? Quickly getting in my car, I put the key in the ignition and turn, stepping down on the accelerator. Now is a good time to let you guys know that I failed my drivers test 3 times before my teacher started to pity me and passed me. Meaning I was never really the best at using my mirrors, or the gear for that matter.

I feel the car back instead of going forward and I almost scream, when I see a 6'5 foot silhouette go down. I gasp, and open my car door with shaky hands, the rain slapping me harder than ever. He's lying there, on the wet road, his suit—that's probably the same as my rent—totally ruined and drenched. This is bad, this is really bad.

I just hit him. With my car.

I, Josie Moore, just hit Elijah Christ, the richest motherfucker in New York City with my 2003 Nissan in the rain.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" I yell over the rain, as I crouch down to his level, letting my knees ache by the bumpy road. Bad day to wear a skirt.

"You just hit me, Josephine."

God, here we go with the full name again, acting like he's my father scolding me.

"I honestly didn't see you, Mr. Christ. I-I'll pay for any damage of course, and I'm truly sorry, Jesus," I gasp, and before I know it I hear a bittersweet laugh as he gets up from the ground himself, leaving me on my knees looking up at him. He looks down at me, gulping hard before looking away from me. I don't get what's going on, before he drags me up by my arm, so I'm standing on my feet again.

"What damage is there to pay for, Josephine? Your car looks...well, it is a car. And I am fine, truly, do not worry about it."

I tilt my head a bit, looking up at him. Is he being serious? My fender is hanging loosely and one of my back lights is shattered completely. He looks at me, before looking at my car, with a tint of amusement flashing his lips. I squint my eyes at him, feeling my cheeks grow hot.

"How's this amusing to you, at all?" I hiss at him. His face almost flashes with shock before he grins down at my 5'8 frame. In the 4 years of me working for Christ enterprises I'd done my uttermost best to try and avoid him after I got hired. And I'd done a great job at that...until now.

"Just the fact that you informed me you would pay for your own damages. Who else did you expect would? You were not being careful and orientated. Did you think I would pay for your car damages?" he asks and I quickly shake my head, looking down at his expensive looking oxfords.

"Well in that case, Mr. Christ, I ask for a few more hours at the office."

This makes him laugh, as he looks down at me. "You know, you're the only one in that entire building that calls me 'Mr. Christ'. It makes me feel rather, old Josephine. I'm not as old as you think I am," he says, with a teasing tone and I repent to God in myself for finding this man attractive.

"And you're the only one that's ever called me 'Josephine' beside my dad. Learn to live it, Mr. Christ."

He takes a step closer to me, before he lowers himself to my ear. He makes sure I can hear him clear over the rain, before he opens his mouth. I still don't understand why he came out here in the first place, but saying I mind would be a lie. Only thing I do mind is the rain.

"That big mouth is why I hired you, but it'll also be the end of you one day. Be careful, darling," he says and a recoil runs down my spine.

"Are you threatening me?"

He smiles, revealing a dimple. Just like a hidden gem. "More so informing you." When he sees on my face that his answer doesn't please me he chuckles a bit before meeting my eyes again. "What are you going to do? Tell your boss? Your intelligence-capacity doesn't even seem to let you say his first name. I'll see you Monday," he says while walking off.

I quickly get in my car and first when I see him inside his building far away from me I scream my lungs out banging on my steering wheel, imagining it's him.

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