Finding Autumn

Chapter 2: Screw You!

        Slowly dozing off, she wondered what was to become of her. Nightmares shook through her veins as she woke up with a swift start. Maybe she hadn't done the right thing. There were those doubts once again. Her head wasn't in the right place for anything at the moment; it was far off in la-la land, which had failed her once before. All she wanted was to rest her eyes and drown out all her worries.

        The sun silently rose, and as it dawned, she realized, with the help of a tremendous growl from her stomach, that she needed food. She went back down the trail she had come. The far lowly streets of New York. She mustered up the courage to find something that will do her stomach some good.

        After walking around for a while, she found a gas station. Pulling a strand of her hair back behind her ear, she entered the gas station, alert with a bell above the door ringing. She looked around to see only one man at the register. She had a couple of bucks to spare and was carefully considering if this was the best way to use her money.

        "Do you have any food for $2.50?" she asked quietly. A man with dark skin with a tan cap, wearing a flannel, had come up to her with a soft stare.

        "There are hamburgers and fries for ten but child, you look like you haven't eaten in days. It's only a dollar for you," he said as a grateful smile crept up her face.

         He passed her a hamburger, and they talked. Talked about everything. Now what the fuck had been going on in her head. If you had asked her just five years before the ruins, she would have laughed in your face, unable to imagine such an occurrence. Time was a smack to the face as the sun had begun to set. They had both finished their food a while back, both engrossed in their conversation. They stood up, and he walked her to the door.

        "You take care of yourself." He called out to her as she walked out.

        "You too." She replied softly with one the goofiest of grins she had expressed in a while, as she wandered out into the mostly empty street.

        She settled out farther into the big bad city. She had been walking for so long that she hadn't even realized it was past noon. Deep in her thoughts, she also hadn't noticed that she had walked into a man rushing down the street. It didn't take her long to acknowledge that she had spilled his coffee all over his... Stuart Hughes Diamond Suit? Cliche. Cliche. Cliche. Handle the situation. He growled as if he was ready to bash her. Her eyes were bright of distress and wide.

        "I am so sorry! That was completely my fault..."

        "Of course it's your fault!" he said, interrupting her, his chestnut brown eyes lashing out on to her blazing blue ones. Her hands balled into a fist. But calmly, she released her hand and let loose as he ranted of her disgrace.

        "I said I was sorry," she said, her voice firm.

        "Sorry, does not replace an $893,000 one of a kind, Stuart Hughes Tux!" Her thoughts were correct. Perhaps studying the fashion business wasn't such a bad idea.

        "What else do you want me to do, click a button, and undo the stain on your suit! I'm sorry, but I don't have magical powers that can get rid of the stain with the snap of my fingers. You must be an idiot anyway for walking the streets of New York with something so valuable. Try investing in a Tide pen." She was definitely fueled by her anger now. She was a bit disappointed in herself that she wanted to wash her mouth out with soap. She turned to walk away.

        "You don't know who you're messing with." Now he had really got to her; he hadn't seen the worst of her yet. Although she had her regrets in her life choices, it doesn't mean she wasn't tough. Messing with a Laurent is not the best strategy. It's not like she had anything to lose anyway. She turned to face him.

        "I'm sorry I would love to give you the money, but do I look like a person with hundreds and thousands of dollars to spare. I can mortgage a house with that kind of money!" she pointed out. They kept on bantering as bystanders began to grow a crowd and watch the amusing fight the two displayed. Phones were out.

        "I admit it was partially my fault, but you could have watched where you were going also," she explained, seemingly adamant that she was correct. The day sure did take a turn of events.

        "I don't have time for this. I have to get to work, stain, or not. It's probably more important than anything you have to do," he seethed in disgust. She was now furious. The nerve of that guy! He had just lit a match on her inner growing firecrackers. Although what he had said was right, it doesn't give him the authority to be saying that to someone. How rude!

        "I do have things to do actually. At least I am not a heartless douche-bag who has no manners whatsoever." She exclaimed. She had the rage of a truck driver, which admittedly wasn't one of her best-displayed qualities.

        "Okay, that does it. You're coming with me.", he said, dragging her down the block. Does this count as assault? Should she attack him? She looked up and saw the colossal skyscraper, Daniel Industries. Boy, was she in for something.

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Thank you so much for reading! The chapters will undoubtedly get longer.

This book is not going to be a book where the protagonist immediately falls in love with the first billionaire she sees. Nope. Nada. Zilch. Zero.

Trust me, it's a twisted plot.

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