Success Is the Best Revenge {Book 1} **Watty Awards 2012**

Chapter 6: We Meet Again

Sean and I had a night cap overnight at my house after we finished eating and cuddling. We watched all three Twilight movies until we both fell asleep in my bed, snuggled in each other's body. Another thing about Sean that I loved was that he wasn't all about sex. To him, it was just a bonus, not a requirement. However that's not to say that our sex wasn't amazing, because it was way beyond that. But that wasn't the only thing that our relationship was based on.

He loved me for me and I loved him for him. This being the reason why he agreed to drop me off at work the next morning.

"Thanks for dropping me off, babe," I said as I got out of Sean's car and closed the door.

"No problem. I'm going to pick you up when you get off, so call me. I have a special night planned for us," he hinted, smiling.

"Okay, I will. I love you." I waved at him as I backed up onto the curb of the building.

"I love you too," he said, blowing me a kiss. I waved as he drove off. A 'special night' was the last thing that was of importance to me. With Bridget just happening to pop into my life again, I'd be lucky if I was even able to enjoy it.

I walked inside of the building and checked in at the front desk with my supervisor. She was busily typing away on her computer, humming a familiar tune similar to a Bach piece.

"Good morning, Veronica," I greeted her as I signed my name on the notepad on the counter.

She stopped typing and looked up at me with a smiled. "Good morning, Alea. How are you?"

"I'm doing great, and yourself?" I smiled back.

"I'm fine." She resumed back to typing. Veronica had been the one to show me the ropes of the whole video productions business when I first came here. She was older than me, probably in her early 40s. She'd been working here for quite a long time.

I dug for the key inside of my bag and unlocked my office door. The custodians had done a good job of waxing my floors. I could literally see a clear reflecttion of myself in the shiny, smooth white floors.

I set my bag under my desk and turned on my computer. As I looked over my calendar, a small sticky note reminded me that my appointment with Bridget was today.

Fabulous, I thought to myself with sarcasm.

After the unexpected phone call she had made to me yesterday, I decided to call her earlier this morning and reschedule her for one p.m. I looked at the clock. It read 10:15 a.m. Caffeine was definitely going to be my best friend today to get me through this disaster meeting.

I got up and walked across the building to the lounge. There were a few amateur actors and actresses that were already in the room, along with a couple of script writers. They all looked buzzed out on coffee with their shaky hands and low eyes.

"Good morning, everyone," I said as I walked towards the coffee machine.

A few of the weary looked up and smiled sleepily. A few mumbled "Good mornings" echoed throughout the small room.

I sighed and began to make the coffee. Taking out one of the bean pouches from the cabinet above me, I began to think on how I would approach this situation with Bridget. As far as I knew, she had no experience in the film industry and would just be a sitting duck in all of my films. I needed someone who was serious about the job, rather than just doing it to get the bills paid.

"Something got you down, hun?" One of the older chefs, named Cathy had came out of the kitchen and was cleaning off the counter. She was always nice to me and made sure I was feeling good at all times, much like my mother.