Struck By Love

Necessary Intros

AKIRA'S POV

I am going to be so late. That darn alarm. No time to fetch my morning dose of coffee but if I stop for coffee now, I am going to waste 15 mins, I thought while waiting on the signal in Brooklyn. Frantically shaking my head, removing the very tempting ideas, I hailed a cab and ran across the street almost risking my life may I add, and then this old gran out of nowhere rushes into the cab and despite my boisterous hollers, the cab zooms across the street, disappearing by the end of the road, leaving me panting like a dog after its 10-mile run.

Needless to say, I was late for my interview, or at least I thought I was. The office of Azane Langston is in the most urban area of Manhattan. As I reach the front gates of the building, I crane my head up to look at the gigantic skyscraper looming down the streets of Manhattan. I sure got cramps in my neck as I tried to figure out where the top floor is. High End looking back at me in gold block letters, I smile and enter the building, my morning enthusiasm at its peak. The security gave me a clearance, and I made my way towards the elevator. I hit the floor number and patiently wait for the oxygen to return back to my lungs while watching the digits on the panel in the elevator change. Trust me after 50, I just prayed that they had a doctor as soon as the elevator doors opened. I got a call from Ashi Yokohama, my mentor and manager asking me if I reached the office as Mr. Azane is very particular about time and he wouldn't tolerate late comers. I pacify him by saying that I have reached, and I am already on my way top. Hopefully not to the extreme top.

As the elevators took me to the 60th floor, I had some time to think about Mr. Azane. I had heard and read a lot about him, not in a total fan girl way, please no. Just in news, magazines, also the agency I work in is the extension of High End, so I have seen him visiting the agency on some occasions. Multi-millionaire, known for his cocky attitude and playboy ways but when it comes to work he is quite dedicated to fashion. Quite scandalous, he is always making the news, be it his recent hookups or his business achievements.

I went up to the reception desk, "Hello, I am Akira Summers, I-" And before I could finish, the lady replied, "You are 4 minutes late ma'am. Your interview is cancelled and there is absolutely zero chance of rescheduling it again." I was dumbstruck. Like seriously. It's not like I was making mac n cheese on my way here.

I blinked back not believing what she said, "Ma'am please try to understand this is a lifetime opportunity for me and I can't miss it. There-" And again before I could finish, a harsh and deep voice spoke up "You wouldn't be late Ms Summers." Usually, I don't get angry, but this was just too much. This man who the hell does he think he is. Prince of Narnia? I turn around ready to release the adrenaline formed, "Listen Mr. Whoever you are, you don't even know what's going on here so it would be really appreciated if you can go about minding your business." I think that came out much harsh than intended to, I must apologize. I open my mouth "I-." "As matter of fact I am." He smirked and replied in a rather husky voice. Clearly not understanding what he meant, I said "Care to elaborate? Or rather don't, I would love to play guess the word game with you, but I am here for an interview and for that I require me total zen."

He gave a smug look and said, " You see Ms. Summers, I appreciate your timing or lack thereof, but I have no time to spin the yarn for your clueless little activities. So I am Azane Langston and I can't have you attend the interview as you were late. There is no time to waste, and if you can't resect other's time, then you are certainly not the right fit. Now if you may, I have another meeting to attend, which I cannot be late for. Unlike you I have a reputation to maintain." And with that he struts past me in all his glory, leaving me dumbstruck for the second time.

I so hoped that the earth would swallow me right here, right now. I was embarrassed. But I was never a quitter, so I just sucked a big amount of oxygen into my lungs and asked the receptionist if it would be alright to wait in case he changes his mind, just then a gorgeous blonde stepped out of the conference room, and approached me, "Hi Akira, I am Tracy, Mr.Langston's PA and part of the team which you are or were interviewing for." I shake her extended hand, "Hi Tracy, I know how this must come off as, but trust me, I had a bad start to the day and I just bad mouthed him, thinking it was some random guy who's being an ass." I exclaim rather loudly. She chuckles, "I like you. You can wait here in the lobby, there are refreshments there, please help yourself to them, meanwhile I will try setting you up in his schedule if I can." I have a huge grin plastered all over my face, "That would be great Tracy, thank you."

The lobby was fancy resembling something of a 90's movie set. With portraits of some of the millennium's best style icons and luxury booming from this place woth so much talent, I knew this is where I want to work. You know that feeling when you see the chocolate ice-cream and think it's a crime if it is left uneaten. I felt that this ice-cream cannot go uneaten. I sat on the farthest end of the plush red couch and started working on my incomplete designs. Sketching has been my passion for as long as I can remember. After finishing my graduation, I worked for Ashi Yokohama's agency to gain experience, learn, and become a designer.

Work was never work for me and that's the sole reason why I enjoyed doing it. I also appreciated reading and writing as a hobby and I would write a few articles here and there. I took out my sketchpad and started on with my work. After some 2 hours, Tracy came again to check on me and said, "He is occupied today for most of the day, Akira. You can either wait or head home." She apologetically informed me. I insisted on waiting and I did, and soon it was noon and then evening and the last thing I remember was the clock striking 9, before everything went dark.

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Well so guys here is the second chapter. Enjoy reading!

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