Darkest Devotion

Chapter 1

Elara's POV

I place the last decoration on my book shelve before stepping back and looking at my new place. It had taken me and Elodie all day to get my place set up, but over the span of three days, it finally looks the way I want it to. The first day was the drive, the second day included planning where things were going to go and job searching, and finally today we got everything set up.

I couldn't have done it without Elodie.

Elodie Calso, my best friend since 6th grade. She is one spitfire attitude who always telling it like it is, but is one of the most supportive people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Elodie also lives here in Seattle so she was more than willing to help me move from Oregon to here since it isn't that far away.

"It looks good." I turn to see Elodie nodding her head in approval, her arms crossed over her chest, a chest I wish I had. To be honest, she has a lot of things that I wish I had. Her 34C chest, her skinny waist and flat stomach, her strong model-like features, her blonde shoulder length hair, an ass for days... I could go on, but I won't. I've always had issues when it comes to my own body, something that I've been trying to work on with the help of Elodie.

I smile. "Well I couldn't have done it without you."

She nods again. "Yeah, I'm pretty much amazing." I laugh, causing her to turn her head as a smile makes way over her lips.

"I couldn't agree more."

"Have you found a job yet? Anything tickle your fancy?" Elodie walks over to me before taking a seat on the couch that faces my TV and bookshelf. I take a seat next to her.

"Nothing yet, I've been looking for weeks and still can't find anyone. You know how qualified I am for pretty much any job so I don't know why no one will take me." I shake my head, the action causing my loose, low bun to tickle my neck.

"I know, you're very capable at anything you put your mind to. I'm sure you'll find something soon, something better than what you found before." Her hand falls onto my shoulder as she comforts me.

Placing my hand on hers, I look into her eyes before smiling through the tears. "Thank you."

Elodie smile before shuddering and retracting her hand. "Enough with the sentimental shit, let's get shit faced."

My laugh carries through the apartment as she walks over to my alcohol cabinet. I don't tend to drink much, it's normally just there for other people or special occasions.

Elodie returns with two glasses and a bottle of kahlua, placing them all on the table in front of the couch so she can take the cap off of the bottle. She pours about 1/4 of the glasses full, handing mine to me before she turns to me with hers raised. I raise mine in return. "To Elara, the baddest bitch in all the land and my dearest friend. May you find a job soon."

"Hear hear." I cheer before the glass in our hands clink, each of us taking a sip from the liquor.

"That's some good shit." The praise of my alcoholic choice making me smile.

"Only the finest."

The rest of the night we spent drinking and talking about life. She tells me about how her art exhibitions are going, saying there's this really rich guy that comes in every day to negotiate prices on pieces. She runs her own art museum here in Seattle and her business is running really well. As she talks heatedly about him, I notice the flush on her cheeks, a flush that does not signify anger which causes me to smirk.

After a while, the alcohol gets to her and she calls it, announcing that she's going to sleep in my room.

"I'll be there soon." I call out to her to which I get a grunt of acknowledgement.

Smirking, I turn to my computer and start looking through the open job positions near me. I just need to find something and soon. I saved enough money when I was moving to get through a few rent periods, but I don't like the lack of security that comes with being jobless.

As I search through, I see a position for a CEO's assistant that pays incredibly well, likely too well. With this thought, I bring my cursor over the screen to the new tab button, quickly typing in Castellan Co. to see if it's legit. My search proves to me that it is indeed a very well known company run by a very handsome man. I look through the rest of the information I can find, trying to ignore the face of the company that lies in the back of my head.

Feeling satisfied with my search, I add in an application, even putting in a cover letter to try and make myself a better candidate than others.

I walk over to the kitchen, my bare feet padding against the wood floor. Grabbing the cups, I run them through the water before placing them in the dishwasher. I try to keep a cluttered free area otherwise I can't focus.

A ping alerts my ears before my brain, signaling that my computer made a noise. I briskly walk over to my computer curiously, sitting on the couch so I have a better view.

"Dear Elara,

We would be delighted to schedule an interview with you at your earliest convenience. Please inform us of a few days that work at your earliest convenience so that we may get something in the books. We hope to hear from you soon.

Karla S. Hurtz

Castellian Co."

I sit there, my mouth dropped open and forgetting to breathe before my body recognizes that I'm going to die, forcing me to take a deep inhale of air.

After the shock resides, I decide to promptly reply with dates that work for me. Soon after, another response follows confirming an interview in two days time with an address and time.

A smile spreads over my face, my heart racing at the possibility of finally being employed. Elodie is going to flip her shit when I tell her.

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Hey ya'll, sorry this chapter is so short, I will probably fix it later down the road when I have a better feel of the story. I hope you guys like it!