Hi, I'm a Damsel in Distress. And You?

3- Hi, I'm a Damsel in Distress. And You?

I walked into the office, taking off the camera strap from around my neck.

"Vic, you look like crap."

I looked over to my friend, Jason. I glared at him.

"Shut up. Some dumb ass looking villain almost killed me."

Jason and everyone else who heard me rushed up to me.

"Holy shit, Victoria, are you okay?" Jason asked.

"Now you care."

"Seriously, Vic, are you alright?"

I nodded. "I got the pictures."

Despite everyone being worried just moments before, people cheered and clapped me on the back.

"Pictures of who?"

Christopher West, the, in my opinion, hottest guy at the Seedy Post. However, hotness doesn't overpower no social skills. He barely talks to anyone. He mainly just smiles.

An intern piped up. "She got a picture of Titanium!"

"When did you get the pictures?" he asked.

"Like, five minutes ago. Did nobody hear that huge commotion?" I said.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Wow. You need lives. Or hearing aids."

"Says the one who carries her camera with her to the bathroom."

"Wait, Chris, where'd you go before?"

"I was downstairs in the stock room," he said, smiling.

The smile seemed familiar. And why wasn't he is the room? Almost nobody leaves the room except for interns.

What if he was... Nah. He wouldn't ruin that pretty face. He can't be Titanium.

The editor in chief, Hanson, had walked out of his office.

"Pictures?"

I handed him my camera. He turned it on and smiled immediately.

"Titanium, up close and personal. Hey, West, come here. I want you to work with Hill. You'll do the writing about Titanium and Hill will take pictures. We have some good ones here."

I was appalled.

"I work alone, Hanson. I take pictures and you write the story. That's how it's been since I got this job."

Hanson looked at me. "And now," he said forcefully, "You'll take pictures and West will write the story. That's how it will be from now on."

Hanson began to walk back to his office as I yelled after him, "How am I supposed to work with a total recluse?"

He didn't answer me.

"I can't work with someone who doesn't talk to anyone!"

He slammed the door and I huffed.

"I'm not a total recluse, just slightly," Chris said.

I glared at Chris and walked out of the building.

"Where are you going?"

"Wherever you aren't."

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