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𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℯℯ | 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓌𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓈𝒽

Sam's POV:
"Give it back." i pout childishly as my younger sister harshly snatches my brim-filled bottle of bourbon in a tight capture, not allowing me to have it. "No. One more swig of this stuff, and you'll become an alcoholic." it's moments like these where i fail to remember why i ever invite my younger sister into my home, but i definitely know it's not out of the kindness of my heart. Disgusting. "Ugh, fine. If there's one thing you can't stop me from doing, it's brooding." "You called me over here because you have some sort of relationship crisis. Bourbon can do a lot of things, but it can't fix things for you." can't it? Can't it, really? "I beg to differ..." i mumble incoherently. Serenity sighs, placing the glass bottle to the side, out of my eyesight, turning to me with a soft smile i'm oh so used to. "Talk to me, Sam. I didn't drive four and a half hours to sit in silence with you. If i wanted to do that, i'd have gone to see Ezra." i knew this day would eventually come. The day where i'd hit a wall: a metaphorical wall, but the bang of my body crashing against it still hurts all the same, if not, more. I've hit rock bottom, and who else is there to help me climb out of it other than my sister? A few unspoken moments pass between us both as i stare at her, subconsciously waiting for the tears to well up and my guard to come colliding downward... and it does. I cry sorrowfully into my sisters shoulder, letting all of my unforeseen emotions come pouring, flowing out of my bottled up conscience like water from a tap. I allow her arms to wrap around my frame in a comforting hug. "Oh, Sam..." "What have i done, Serenity? This relationship was doomed from the start..." my kind sister grabs a tissue and maternally blots the tears tickling my face, smiling at me weakly as she helps me regain my composure. "So tell me the story, right from the beginning up until now. No judgement, i'll just listen..." she presses a sisterly kiss to my cheek, which only invites me more to open up about my struggles. "You should know one thing, before anything else... her first interview was March 21st of this year..."

God, the second she walked through the door, i knew i wanted her, that i had to have her no matter what... "I told you to sit down." ...i should have known this would be the first of many times Anna would disobey me... "Sorry, Ms Dalton." "Don't apologise, just sit." ... i could have been a bit more nicer... i guess... "Tell me, what made you apply for this position?" "I could either give you the long-winded speech of how ever since i was a little girl i've wanted to be the Head of an Environmental Chemistry Lab in a high tech company, or i could tell you that i need a damn job and i graduated from the University of Harvard last year with my masters degree in physics, biology, chemistry and environmental chemistry, i also am very skilled at getting people to listen to me with one simple gesture, so you really have no other reason to dismiss me." ...this had to be the first time i found her insanely hot, and I knew it was going to be the first time of many moments... "I'm sorry about that. Some of my employee's don't know their place. I have a packed schedule this morning, but i'm glad you could find time to come in." "Doesn't really seem like it..." ...she definitely had balls to say that on the first interview... "Excuse you?" ...her hot face blushing was all i needed to be able to tell that i'd have her on her knees for me sooner rather than later... "I- i-" "Apologise." "I thought you told me not to-" "Now i am telling you to. Say. Sorry." "I apologise if you took offence, Ms Dalton." she smirks, impressed, "Good girl. Thank you." ... calling Anna my 'good girl' felt so natural straight away... i knew it was the first nickname of many i'd have for her... "The following part of this interview will take place this evening at my home." "It... will?" "See you at seven, Ms Schuyler."