Chapter Two

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Lea's P.O.V.

I take a deep breath as I enter the elevator to my new job. I am just an intern at a fashion store. My job is to find new ways to bring in new customers. Younger and older. Also to find new ideas for clothing styles.

As the doors open, I take another deep breath. I carry the brown box with personal items into my office as I am greeted by all my co-workers.

When I enter my office I set the box on my desk and sit in my big swivel chair. I spin around in it a couple times and then stop so I am facing the desk.

This is amazing.

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After work I make my way down to the subway waiting for the train.

Bus 7A. When it arrives, I get on and take my seat. The doors start to close and I let out a sigh. What a great day.

"Wait, wait. Hold the train!" I hear someone screaming from the outside. A man stops the doors.

A tall man with dark brown-blackish hair enters the train.

His appearance is very attractive. He sits beside me on the long bench, trying to catch his breath. I laugh lightly at his unactive ways.

"What are you laughing at?" He says almost catching his breath.

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