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Here is the new chapter. I also realized too late that I accidentally posted a draft of this chapter. I thought I click preview and instead I published it...ups. Anyways this is the whole chapter, I really hope you like it.
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A loud and disturbing sound brings me out of my concentrated stance. I look at my phone and see it is the reminder I set for tonight's date. I was sure that I was going to get so caught up with work and forget about the real world, which of course happened...
It is 7 o'clock. For the last 4 hours I have been trying to somehow write the interview with John but it still seemed shallow. I wanted to write something good, worthy of being published but I couldn't. No matter how much I tried or how many times I have deleted everything and started all over again, it still wasn't good enough. It still isn't. I don't have enough information, or better said the information I want. It seems that my fate is sealed. Mr. Cavil will surely be very pissed when he finds out I also screwed this one up. Especially because, silly me, thought that I actually could do something good once in my life.
I sight and place my laptop on the couch near me, starring at the white ceiling. My true fear was never that I will get fired. I was never in my life actually afraid to make mistakes. As silly as it sounds, I am okay with mistakes. I always learned from them and tried to improve myself so that I will never repeat those mistakes.
What I truly am terrified of is disappointing the people that trust me, that help and support me. And that is exactly what I just did. He gave me chances after chances to do something right and every time I failed. It's as if I am actually trying my best to be screw up...
I close my eyes, take a deep breath and wipe the few tears that managed to escape my eyes and get up. I really should start getting ready, he will be here in less than an hour and I've a lot of work to do. I am a certified mess.
After a short shower and putting on makeup, I stand in front of the closet contemplating on what I should wear. I am trying to make a good impression, right? But I also don't want to look like I actually spent so much time preparing. So that means that I have nothing to wear. Great...
Ugh, why does it have to be so complicated?
I look at the clock on my phone to check the time and realize I have less than 30 minutes until he is supposed to arrive. So it is now or never! Can you be more of a drama queen? my subconscious scolds me.
Lastly I pick up a pair of floral loose pants, with a simple of shoulder white blouse and pair it with black sandals. There! Comfy, cute and also doesn't look like you spent more than 40 minutes on it, because you wanted to choose something that will please him. I am hopeless, I think while smiling like a fool at myself in a mirror.
A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. He is here.
I quickly make my way towards the door, wanting desperately to see him. I didn't realize until now, but I actually miss him. And that thought alone is intoxicating. How can I miss something that isn't mine?
I stop in front of the door to catch my breath. My emotions are all over the place and messing with my head. Get a grip Rosalind! just like mom used to say : Stone cold Rosalinda, don't let them in!
I calm myself and slowly open the door. The first thing I see are his forest green eyes filled with sparkle and mischief. How I missed those eyes. He is dressed casual with jeans and a shirt, but still manages to look good enough to eat. But this time there is something so refreshing about him, he is visibly more relaxed, as if he isn't carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders anymore.
"You didn't break in this time."
"I didn't. Impressed?" he asks and his lips form that signature smirk.
"Very. I almost don't recognize you."
We are both silent for a few moments and just stare at each other. He has that look in his eyes that manages to make me feel as if I am the only thing left in this world. And you know what that feeling is inside me, every time he does this? It's the feeling of common sense leaving my body!
Before I grab him and pull him inside without the possibility of ever letting him out, I grab my jacket, purse and step outside.
"Are you ready to be amazed?"
"I hope you are taking me somewhere nice Roza, because I really don't like the look in your eyes!" he answers while walking by my side.
"Oh you know me." I answer while getting in my car.
"Roza what is that supposed to mean?" he questions me while getting in the passenger's side and looking at me with suspicious eyes.
"You'll see." I tell him shortly and smile innocently while I turn the key.
"That doesn't make me feel any better flower." he complains, but I stay silent and continue to smile showing him that my lips are sealed.
"Fine, you win this round. But only because I trust you!"
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