The Savior

Chapter 1

Peyton Thompson started her Monday morning like she had any other Monday morning. Her alarm went off at 6AM. She was in the shower by 6:10 AM . Eating her oatmeal by 6:35AM. Choosing her work outfit by 7:00AM. Hair dried and straightened by 7:30AM, while she caught some Good Morning America on the TV in her bedroom. Make up done and sipping her last cup of coffee before she had to dress and head out the door by 8:30AM.
Today was a big day, probably the biggest day of her career life. Landing a new client for her PR firm today at her 10:00AM meeting which, would help her sail into the VP position she has had her sights on for months now.
She chose a white pencil skirt suit to wear because it not only made her look and feel confident but it was also her best and most expensive suit. She went straight to Neiman Marcus to spend an obscene about of money on that bad boy, the very same day she was able to lock in a meeting with one of the city's most eligible bachelors--James Clayton. He was a 35 year old PR nightmare, and that meant so long as he was a client of hers, she would always be on call for damage control. He was an immature party-goer whose parents were big wigs on Wall Street, so they weren't afraid to dish out the big bucks. They hired a PR firm to help keep their reputation sound while their son goes partying and sleeping his way through Manhattan. The guy was a total sleaze, but he was also someone who could bring a whole lot of money to the firm.
Slipping on her favorite pair of cream Jimmy Choo's she grabbed her bag and headed out the door of her small, but cozy two bedroom apartment and rode the elevator down to the lobby. Raul the doorman gave her a wish of good luck and she headed out onto the street with a smile on her face.
She loved where she lived, she only lived four blocks from her office and had plenty of time to stop at her favorite little coffee shop "Coffee Beans" while on her way into work. It was an everyday routine, Christine who ran the morning register knew her face and had her order memorized. As soon as she walked in the door Christine ordered up a large Carmel macchiato with a blue berry muffin. After paying for her coffee and placing a few dollars in the tip jar, Peyton stood off to the side to allow the person behind her to order while she waited for her coffee.
After a few minutes the barista handed Peyton her drink and said to have a good day which she smiled and told him to have a happy Monday. As she turned to walk out the door she quite literally ran face to face with a brick wall of a man sending hot coffee all down the front of her white suit. Before she could cry out as the searing coffee began to burn her skin, the burning sensation was quickly replaced with ice cold coffee.
Opening her eyes she could see the grimace on the mans face as his hand was tipped upside down dumping his iced coffee all down her front.
"I am so sorry Ma'am!" He said reaching over to the counter to grab a handful of napkins.
Still waiting for the breath to return to her lungs, she snatched the napkins from his hand and began to slowly pat herself dry, not being able to comprehend or do anything else. With a menacing glare she just side stepped past him and walked out the door leaving him looking out the door after her.