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First Days

3 Months Later

The best of feelings, the worst of feelings. That's what first days bring. I remember my first day of school, the first day of boarding school, and the first day of university. The sense of excitement overwhelms your body, while the voice in the back of your head keeps you in constant worry with all of the horrible situations that might take place. 

That's what I'm feeling right now. 

Monday morning, I'm standing outside of the office of MQ Finances with shiny new clothing from head to toe, feeling like a child getting ready to go to Kindergarten; especially considering my aunt is here to drop me off.

Ever since I found out I got that internship 2 months ago, I've been waiting for this moment. In case you're wondering, Megan was happy, very happy, so happy she got drunk and tried to plant a kiss on me to show her appreciation. Serena on the other hand, was a bitch about it, as expected.

When Professor Vasquez called us into his office to tell us who had gotten the internship, I swear, she almost attacked me. From that moment until our last day of the year, she's been sending daggers at me. Either way, I was excited about this. 

Since summer started a week ago, I've moved into my aunt's place. She's been taking me out every night and on shopping sprees every day, hence the new outfit. She's been taking such good care of me, and even decided to drive me to my first day at work. 

"Good Luck, Anne!" my aunt says as she squeezes me so tightly I can hardly breathe. I reciprocate the hug, truly appreciating the comfort I find in her arms. 

"Thank you," I say to her pulling away and giving her a bright smile before I turn back towards the building and head towards the door as confidently as I can. 

Up the lift, I go, up to the top floor. Along the way men in suits holding shiny briefcases surrounded me. I slightly hang my head and take in a deep breath to calm my nerves. With the ding of the lift, I snap back to attention and start to get a good view of my soon to be office space as the men in the lift clear the pathway. 

As I exit the lift I am greeted by a large, bright working space. A receptionist counter sits to my right, and ahead of me, a sea of cubicles, and beyond that, private office spaces. The whole place designed with a modern touch. Not bad! 

I head over to the receptionist and give my name.

"Hi Anne, welcome to MQ finances," she replies with a smile on her face.

She gets up from behind the counter and starts walking towards the working spaces, and motions for me to follow her without another word.

I walk through the winding pathways with men in suits rushing by me in a frenzy. Each one never taking notice of the out of place 20 years old girl gripping onto her purse, trying to manoeuvre her way through the hustle and bustle of the office. 

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the receptionist stops. She turns around and motions to me to wait. She turns back around and heads into the office, keeping me out of sight. I overhear her say my name and wait while I try to calm my nerves. 

"Come on in," the receptionist says snapping me out of my nervous daze. 

I step into the sleek office with huge glass windows, a large and sturdy looking oak desk, and a wall of books along one end. Towards the corner of the room, I notice a man facing the window with his phone placed firmly on his ear. 

I proceed to take a seat at the man's desk and patiently wait for him to finish up on his call that seemed to be more of a one-sided conversation courtesy of whomever he was talking to. While waiting, I can't help but notice how good looking he seems. Even from the back, tall, with a well-tailored suit probably hiding underneath it a perfectly toned body, and to top it all off perfectly tousled dark hair waiting for me to run my hands through them and- 

Anne, no. Stop it. I remind myself. I quickly turn away and distract myself with the view of New York City. 

A few moments later, he says his goodbye and pushes away at the buttons his phone, still, all this time turned away from me. 

"Hi, it's Anne, right?" he says still looking down at his phone as he turns around to face me. In that very moment, time froze, just like they do in the movies. Realisation hits...It's him! The man from the bar!