Chasing for Something

Growing up, I had the world at my feet. My parents were the richest people ever, they worked and worked and money got the best of them. I had everything I needed. Except one thing. A family.

Most people thought that I had the best life ever. Wrong, I remember thinking what'd I'd give to have a family. A real one. My parents were always too busy doing who knows what.

My parents noticed me when they needed something, like closing a movie deal or a record deal or something. They were never around much. I may have had everything, but the one thing I wanted was a family.

I used to go to the park with the ladies that took care of me, I'd sit in the swings watching all the other kids show their parents something intriguing that they had found, and their parents were happy and so full of love.

I wanted that. It may have been selfish, but as a 9 year old that's all you ever wanted. My parents put me off as long as they could. And when they would come home, it'd be either "I'm too tired." "Not right now." "Go to bed." I would sit in the staircase hoping that one of parents would realize what it was doing to me. But they never did.

So, when I turned fifteen, I packed my things, stole some money from my parents, a lot of it, and ran. It's all I had to do. They never came looking for me.

I stayed in Los Angeles for a week, hoping that someone, them, would come looking for me. Instead, they used my running away as a way to get more money. I don't know if they ever cared, or if the only reason I was born was for money.

My running away was all over the news, newspapers, gossip sites, everywhere. My parents gave the public a statement, which didn't really have me fooled. When I saw the embarrassment in my father's eyes when he gave that interview, I knew I never meant a thing to them. They never gave two damns.

So, once I realized that they never truly cared, I took off from Los Angeles and fled across the country to New York City. The city that never sleeps. No one knew who I was, nobody came looking for me. So, I did the only thing I could. I changed my name so no one would know I was the daughter of multi-billionaires Elizabeth and Matthew Maine.

I tried to make a life here. But, I was only 15 years old. I enrolled in school, and I worked after. I found a small apartment and it suited, I paid in advance for a year. I had money. I had millions of dollars.

I know what you're wondering, why did I work? It would seem suspicious if I didn't. A 15 year old, alone, in the city that never sleeps? Yeah, I wasn't gonna take my chances.

The first year in New York was hard. School was hard for me. Not many kids liked me, and I didn't have much friends. I tried to do my best and stay out of trouble. Of course you can't do that with the queen bee after your ass.

I would never react in their insults or anything, on the last day of Senior year though, I remember the head of the crew came up to me.

"I admire you, they way you never stood up to me. To us. The way you've kept yourself grounded through all this. I don't know you, or your story, but I hope everything goes well."

I didn't know what to say to her, I was kind of shocked because I didn't know she had admire the way I was. Of course, their comments got to me, but I never let it get the best of me.

When school ended, I spent the summer working, I didn't really know if I wanted to go to college. I had applied, of course. And I got into the school I wanted. NYU. But I didn't really know.

So, when college came around at the end of summer, I decided against it. I kept working, and when I saw that an important CEO was in need of an assistant I quickly applied.

I remember thinking that if I could just get this job, it would be great. So, now I'm standing in front of this tall building, with my palms sweaty and dying of nerves.

I walked in, and I noticed the lady in the front desk. I took a deep breath, and walked towards her.

"Welcome to Bass Industries. What can I do for you?" The lady asked, looking up at me and smiling.

I smiled back at her, ran my hand through my hair. "I'm here for an interview with Mr. Bass."

"Of course, take the elevator to floor 15 and get help from the lady in the desk up there." She said, and smiled once again before returning to her old task.

I nodded, and made my way to the elevator, once inside I pressed number 15. I waited, patiently, to get to the correct floor. I knew I was there because of the 'ding' the elevator made. I took another deep breath, and made my way out of the elevator.

Once I spotted the lady in the front desk, I walked up to her and cleared my throat.

"Good morning, what can I help you with today?" She asked, giving me a bright smile. Did everyone smile so.. much here?

I returned a smile, and noticed her name. It was a beautiful name, Lucy. I nodded at her, and spoke up. "I'm here for my interview with Mr. Bass."

"Oh, of course! Ms. Waltz, is that correct?" She said, as she turned her head to her computer direction and reading something. I nodded, once again.

She stood up, and told me to follow her, I did. I walked closely behind her, as she led me to his office. Once we reached, she left. Oh, goodness no. I'm dying of nerves and she leaves me!?

I sighed, and I knocked on the door. I heard a loud 'come in.' So, I opened the door and once inside, I closed it behind me. I walked towards his desk and stood in front of him.

"Isabella Waltz." I said, giving him a small smile. He was attractive. Defined jaw, hair gelled back, you could see his cheekbones very well. His eyes were a deep blue, he was wearing a suit. His tie was a dark blue, which brought out his eyes.

He nodded, and stood up to shake my hand. "Edward Bass."

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