Welcome to New York

Chapter One

It was somewhere around 4 o'clock in the morning but I couldn't sleep. I sat at the fire escape window of my New York apartment with a cup of coffee in my lap.

This window was one of the only reasons I got the apartment. It reminds me of a movie scene and it's picture perfect for watching the sunset, or like days like today when you can't sleep and you just need a spot to stop and breathe.

Today was my first day at my internship at HarpersCollins Inc. which is the biggest publishing company in New York, maybe even the US. I was beyond thrilled to have this kind of opportunity my senior year in college, but I was just scared.

These people are so much more experienced then me. The most experience I've had publishing something is proof-reading papers throughout grade school.

I watched the sun rise as the vibrant colors melted together under the suns heat. This seemed to release my stress and before I knew it I was better.

I looked behind my shoulder at the clock, 5:27 am. I took one last glance out my window before pushing my body out of its current position and trudging my way over to the shower.

I turned it on as the steam quickly filled the room, I stripped down and stepped in. Soothing, hot pellets of water hit my back as I washed away the night from my skin.

Once out the cold, crisp New York air seemed cooler as I padded my way to my bedroom to get ready.

I placed a lace blue blouse on with a pair of black trousers and nude pumps.

I walked back into the humid bathroom and curled my hair lightly after it dried. I also applied a light layer of makeup.

I tiptoed to my kitchen not wanting to wake the neighbors in my heels. I made myself some coffee-to-go, grabbed my white blazer due to the bitter weather, and my purse with the essentials and was out the door locking it securely behind me.

I passed the elevator that has been 'out of order' since I started living here, to get to the never-ending stairs.

By the time I got to the front door of the complex I was heaving and fanning my now dampened face.

I walked out the door quickly, getting shoved in every direction. Holding my coffee out and high careful not to spill it on myself. That was a rookie mistake that I have made before. I side-stepped and sprinted passed people until I got to the little café on Broadway.

" I'll just take a muffin" the man already knowing what kind as this was my usual morning stop.

"Hun, class doesn't start for at least another hour. Why are you up? More importantly, why are you so overly dressed for it?" Sam's eyes gawking out of his head as I gave him the money and he gave me the muffin.

"I actually don't have class today, as of now I am the new intern at HarperCollins Inc." I said proudly but leaning against the counter tiredly.

He chuckled and handed me back the money I gave him "For good luck or something" he shrugged.

I took the money unsure and slipped it into my purse. "Thank you, but I wouldn't mind another coffee either" I laugh completely kidding but a guy comes around back holding a steaming hot cup just the way I like it. The smile on my face grows in size and is soon stretched ear to ear.

I drop the other coffee cup and hold both out for the new one. I take my muffin and fresh coffee and start towards my new job.

"Thank you!!" I smile opening the door with my back and trudge towards the office building. I put the muffin in my purse, I was unsure whether or not carrying a muffin in on your first day was professional or not. I reached the doors.

Inhale.

Exhale.

I walked in and approached the front desk calmly.

"Hello, welcome to HarperCollins Inc. How can I help you today?" I younger looking lady with brown hair and green eyes asked me with a smile plastered on her face.

"Hi, I'm here to start my internship?" I more questioned that stated.

"Okay I'll let Mr. James know right away that your here to see him. Can I have your name?" I panicked at Mr. James but answered her anyway, this job was too important to me.

"Myra Jones" she smiled at me.

"Okay Myra, you can sit right over there, Mr. James will be right with you." I silently thanked her and sat in my designated area and awaited Mr. James.

There was no way that this could be Oliver. He went off to play football, he wouldn't be in a publishing company and definitely not the CEO of one if he did happen to work in one.

Even if it is him what are the chances of him remembering me. We met once and then never talked again so he wouldn't remember me.

"Ms. Jones, will you come back to my office with me?" I turned around. Of course.