Three years later
Anne's P.O.V
Since that day I have never let my walls crumble. Even if I had no man has made me want to forget my past.
I had come home to a empty house embrassed, broke and heartbroken.Combining all three, I willed myself to finish school. Going all the way from Texas to New York.
Now I find myself in front of slate inc. Looking for a job in their financing department. Pulling my black pencil skirt down I walked in the intimidating building.
Walking up to the reception desk I am greeted by a women in her late twenties smacking her gum while talking on the phone.
"Yes girl can you believe that." I tried coughing to gain her attention. Only for her to put her fake nail in my face and to keep talking on the phone.
Getting annoyed I grabbed her phone slamming it in the counsel startling her. " Now listen her I did not come here to watch you smack like a cow and talk on the phone."
She looked about as red as a cherry tomato of fury. Talk about ka-fu- tomato.
"What the hell do you want?" " I need to know which floor Mr.Slate's on."
She just looks at me like I am the biggest idiot ever.
"Floor 30...bitch." Oh no she didn't. "Say it to my face, you know what I don't have time for people like you...BITCH!"
Walking towards the elevator with a little smirk of my own.
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Mistakes
RomanceAnne has already had her go with life's curve ball. She's pushed herself away from anything or anyone who can be her mistake. But what happens when destiny comes knocking on her door?
