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Flawless - The NBHD
Are We Ready (Wreck) - Two Door Cinema ClubJustin's POV
I try to sneak into the house the early morning, hoping Sophie is still asleep. When I enter the kitchen I see a bottle of Rose and an angry looking Sophie sitting by the table.
"I thought we were over this?" Sophie stares into her glass, as if that will give her all the answers.
"Over what?" My heart beat increases as I feel her eyes, full of tears, turn to me.
"I thought you were over her. Justin, you told me you were." Sophie's demeanor is full of exhaustion and confusion. My mouth opens as if I'm about to say something, but I can't even begin to put a sentence together. My heart aches for Sophie as I watch her stand up, "Don't try to say anything. I know. You think I'm going to believe another one of your lies? I would rather you be honest with me."
"I,I'm sorry." I stutter, barely able to form words.
"Enough of I'm sorry. If you were sorry, you would stop. Let's really think about it. Our marriage started falling apart. You meet a new, shiny, young woman. She's by your side everyday. Needless to say, she's gorgeous. It was bound to happen." Sophie continues, "And as we grow farther and farther apart, she grows closer to you." Sophie gulps down the rose, "Then the public finds out, you have to start acting like Mr. Family Man, and you come running back to me. Now that the public has nearly forgotten about this mess, she's back on your mind."
I stand there, watching my wife - if she still is my wife - fall apart. I don't even know what to feel. There is no justifying what I have done and what I am doing.
"You continue on with your midlife crisis and I'll let it slide," Sophie laughs drunkenly, "Despite how you've treated me, I still love you too much to let you ruin your career. So, continue on with your muse, but at least come home at night to see the kids. They miss you. And after you finish being Prime Minister, we'll quietly split, if that's what you want." Silent tears fall down her cheeks and I don't even know what to say or think.
I'm upset. I'm happy. I'm evil. I'm excited. I'm guilty.
Eliza's POV
"Carley, get your ass over here. We need to talk." I leave Carley a voicemail as I pour some wine. There are a lot of emotions coursing through my veins. What do you feel in this situation? I love him. Nothing will change that. But then there's Sophie and the kids. I can't ruin that family. Those kids are his everything.
(2 weeks later)
"Hello, this is Eliza Norwell." I answer the phone.
"Eliza, I was hoping you hadn't deleted my number!" A familiar feminine voice sounds offended.
"TELFORD!" I rejoice as she laughs in the background.
"Yes, Ms. Eliza, it's your favorite person." Telford responds. "I called about a job."
I stay silent for a moment, "Telford, you know that can't happen." Justin and I haven't talked since that night. I tried calling him, but it went to voicemail.
"Eliza, trust me, it can happen. This job is permanent. It would be full time, so no more law school, but you would be on Justin's advising team when it comes to proposing bills and whatnot." Telford gives me an amazing offer. I can't turn this down.
"Oh my gosh..." I can only manage those words. "That's an amazing offer."
"Yes, it is. You would be required to go to every international meeting with Justin." I almost sense Telford encourging me to get back with Justin.
"Um," I gotta live a little, "Yes." I answer, not thinking fully about the ramifications.
"Well then, Ms. Eliza, I expect to see you in the office at 8:00AM in two days." Telford happily announces.
"Yes ma'am!" I smile widely.
"And Eliza, don't be late this time." Telford laughs lightly.
I can barely stand the excitement buzzing through my body as I hang up the phone. I instantly text Carley.
To: Carley
Hey, let's go shopping.
-ENKnowing Carley well enough, she instantly responds
From: Carley
On my way to the shopping mall.
-C
"So, are you guys back together?" Carley reluctantly asks as I try on the blue body-con dress.
I freeze in the dressing room. I don't know what to say. Are we? Was this just another screw up? "That's a great question, Car" I give a nervous laugh.
"Well, he gave you back your old job, but with perks, so I would call that together." Carley smirks as I parade out of the dressing room.
I roll my eyes, "Or maybe they feel like the whole affair rumors have died down enough to hire me back!" I argue.
Carley looks down at her phone, "mhmm..."
"How does it look?" I question Carley as I fidget with the form fitting dress.
"Hot as fuck." Carley nods in my direction.
"So...should I wear it for my first day back?" I feel anxiety rise in my stomach as I begin thinking about going back to work.
"With your ass? Of course." Carley smacks by butt playfully and I shoo her hand away.
"Shut up!" I laugh.
--- two days later ---
Justin's POV
I haven't spoken to Eliza since that night. Today is her first day back. Hopefully, this time, she will be on time
"Calm down Justin, you look like a deer in headlights!" Telford scoffs as she gathers files together.
I am ripped from my daydream, "Oh! Sorry, I'm just excited to bring Eliza to the team. For real this time." I raise an eyebrow.
"She won't be here for at least another 15 minutes. Sit down, relax." Telford orders as she leaves the room.
How am I supposed to relax? I'm nervous. I shouldn't be this nervous.
Eliza's POV
I smooth out the blue dress once more before slipping on my nude pumps.
"You got this." I tell myself in the mirror as I slip on simple gold hoop earrings. "Don't be nervous." Why am I nervous?
7:50 AM
"Shit!" I grab my phone and handbag before heading out. I cannot be late again.
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okay, i know it's been a while and this chapter is actual shit. My life right now.... It's been rough. This writing is not my best writing right now and I'm sorry, I promise i will make it up to y'all later. i love y'all!

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FanfictionEliza Norwell, a intern for the Prime Minister's office, a 21 year old in college has a rough start to her internship by running late. Maybe running late was the best decision she could have ever made.