I'm glad I met you.

Cold and Filthy City

Fall's almost done, Winter is coming. The city always busy whether be it day or night. Vehicles driving here and there; puffing out black smokes from their tubes.

Newt walked down the pedestrian lane, pulling his scarf up to his nose, so he can't inhale the filthy air. He shoved his cold hands in his' coat's pocket and sighed. He looked up to see different buildings with different shapes and sizes with their own logos on top. He continued to pace forward until he reached the tallest tower in the city. Wicked inc.

Newt entered the building and went straight to the guard to check his time-card. "Must be cold out there, huh?", Newt rolled his eyes and faked a smile. "Uh-huh its starting to chill out there." He thanked the guard for speaking to him and went straight for the glass elevator in the center of the building.

As soon as he heard the sound from the elevator he shuffled out, not noticing the floor he's in. He went to his office and noticed something odd; he remembers that his place is clearly here but there's a man sitting in his chair and having coffee in his desk. He tapped the man in his shoulder, and coughed to get his attention.

The man looked up at Newt looking a bit weirded out by him. "Oh hello, can I help you." Newt smiled at the stranger. "Hey mate, your sitting in my chair and your having coffee in my desk." Newt said spoken in his mad British accent. The man sat there astounded by his accent; the man snapped out of his thoughts. "I'm sorry but I was already working in this same spot. Maybe you just went to the wrong floor." Newt paused for second. "Well, what bloody floor is this then?" Newt bit his lip. "Well, your at the 20th floor." What the bloody shank!? Newt thought he smiled at the stranger and apologized for being rude.

Finally! What an embarrassment! Newt walked to his office double checking if he's in the CORRECT floor.
He sat in his chair not bothering to remove his scarf nor his coat. A minute later came a woman dressed in a red fitted dress with curly blonde hair. "Sir, the head CEO wants to talk you." Newt stared at her blankly. "Ah yes, Sonya please brew me coffee, and tell her I'll be there in a bit." Newt sighed for this has been very stressful day for him, this is the first time he had been embarrassed by himself; evesince he was a young lad he never got embarrassed by anyone including him. Maybe now things just bloody backfires on me now. Sonya placed his coffee down his desk gently and left. Newt drank the coffee cringing at the taste of how she made his coffee. He got out a piece of sachet powdered coffee and made one on his own. Secretaries this day, don't know how to make coffee.

"Ah Sir. Newt." An old woman said, she was wearing a white leather fitted dress and had golden locks with curls.

She sat there in a very white chair looking at newt. "Sit, Sit. I want to talk to you about the guy who made us richer than before." The lady smiled following him with thin sharp eyes. He seated in a chair next to her. It is the first time Newt saw her hair untied revealing how long her hair really is. "Yeah? What's his name?" Newt spoke not bothered to look at Ava; "Thomas Paige, he's my sister's son. And he has been very good at dealing things in the company." Ava finished her sentence with a smile. "And I was thinking of letting him share office with you." Ava looked down knowing that this is a bad idea for Newt to agree with her. "Yeah sure I don't care." Newt rolled his eyes and played with the golden strands on his forehead. "Okay then, I'll tell him now, then maybe you can get to know each other more tomorrow." Ava smiled at him and left him inside. Newt stood up and left the conference room to his office.