We were meant for eachother from the very start.
I didn't know it. He didn't know it.
But that didn't stop it from being true.
My name is Ari Stone. Actually, Ari is just the nickname. My real name is Arietta, but only people...
It was silent for a few awkward(to them it was awkward, to me it was fucking hilarious) seconds, before all of hell broke loose.
"Oh my gosh, Mr. Maddox!" she cried, "I'm so sorry! It was an accident. You see, I thought you would like a cup of coffee and I was just bringing you some and then somehow I tripped and--"
He put two fingers on her babbling lips to shush her, "It's fine. I never liked this suit anyway."
Hey! Why can't he that nice to me? Asshole.
"You! Go get me a towel," he barked.
"Like hell I will," I scoffed, "My working hours our over, buddy. Adios."
"I'll get it," said a blushing Nagi. Oh shit, she was probably falling in love with the playboy.
"Thank you," he gave her a brilliant smile, revealing perfect movie-star teeth. She all but swooned, "What's your name?"
"N-Nagi," she sputtered as she quickly went to the bathrooms to get him a towel.
"Well, I'm done here," I said, slinging my bag over my shoulder, "Buh-bye."
"Wait!" he boomed.
What now?
"Yeeeessss?" I slowly turned around and glared.
"You need to hire someone to be the other desk-person," he explained.
"But we already have--"
"She deserves a little help."
"I didn't get any help," I pointed out.
"I own this company, Ms. Frare! You'll do as I say or else you're--"
"Fired. I know. That's the third time now, Mr. Maddox," I rolled my eyes, "Sheesh, can't you just cool down a little? I know I didn't graduate from Harvard, but I have a brain, you know."
"Just do it," he snapped.
"Joooohhnnnn Cena!!!" I mocked, and smirked at him, "See you tomorrow, Mr. Maddox."
"I'll be giving thanks when I'm leaving for Brazil," he muttered, "Just a few more weeks..."
"I'm flattered," I threw over my shoulder, and hopped onto my bus.
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When I got home, I felt the need for excitement. I hadn't gotten drunk in over three months thanks to my jammed up lifestyle. But behold, tomorrow was Saturday and the gym didn't open until 11am. I could sleep in.
So I decided to go to a club just around the corner. I put on some very, very emo clothes and started off to the club. See here, I wasn't a good-girl, I didn't exactly want to get raped. Despite my mother and I's constant bickering, all those stories she told me of young women getting raped struck fear into my (non-existent) heart. I wore my usual heavy eye make-up and a cropped sweatshirt that revealed half my stomach, but none of my boobs. I also wore some black ripped jeans with my favorite pair of shoes. The sunglasses I put on were purely for show. I had borrowed them from some lady I barely knew and never gave them back.
The Outfit:
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