Love is gonna get you killed

A new beggining

5 years later

<< This one bellongs in the first shelf, can you please help me with that Charlotte?>>, David asked me kindly.

<<Of course boss, don't worry about it>>

<< You know Charlotte, how about getting a promotion?>>

<<What? Really?>>

<< Yes why not? You deserve it anyways. You've worked so hard since you've come here and every client loves you. You're the best librarian we've ever had in years>>

<<Well I'm glad to hear that, but what kind of promotion will I get?>>

<< You'll definately get a salary raise and maybe a higher position, let's say... umm I don't know you choose>>

<<David let's not be ridiculous. We are a small bookstore somewhere hidden in Paris, how could I even get a promotion?>>

<< I honestly don't know, but I'd definately give you the raise you deserve if you'd like>>

<<I don't want it, I'm just fine with what I have right now. And I also can afford to pay my rent, so you won't have to worry about that either>>

<<Well what can I say, as you wish>>

***

After I finished my shift at 10 p.m, I went to the bakery across the street and bought something for my sweet tooth. I got into my apartment, opened the TV and ate my macaron. I decided to watch the news to see if there's something interesting going on. "CEO of the large vehicles company Scarface talks live about his brand new models and plans for the future". Suddenly, a very handsome man appears on my screen, wearing a very flattering suit, with his hair almost perfectly covering his eyes. He looks familiar I thought. And that name... I've heard that name before. 

Wait a minute... Oh no, it can't be!

***

Ryan's pov:

After my exhausting and annoying interview I went back home and poured a glass of wine. I literally hate people and by that I mean myself too. They don't respect anyone's privacy, especially the paparazzis. They don't know how it's like to be a CEO of a huge company and have all the responsibilities. You think I chose this future?  I had to help my father. However all I wanted was to own something that I managed to create myself. Fuck the fame and everything. Money is good, really good actually, but not the solution to everything, anymore.

Back to Charlotte's pov:

I woke up feeling so dizzy and with a headache. I actually felt sick and couldn't get out of bed. I called David and told him I wasn't coming today. I was planning to stay home and watch Netflix, facetime with Hannah and eat a lot of snacks, all day. The doorbell had other plans , though.

<<Coming!>>, I screamed out loud.

<<I was wondering if you could take your day off tomorrrow, because today I need you->>, said a man outside my apartment wishing it was David, but apparently wasn't. I completely lost my mind when I saw who was truly standing in front of me. No fucking way. I'm just dreaming, aren't I? I wish I was.

<<Oh I thought you were someone else->>, he stopped talking and stared at me from head to toe. << Wait, it can't be. Charlotte?>>