He's a Prince. She's a journalist.
They have a complicated relationship. More like he's into her but she hates his guts.
He needs to behave. She needs to let loose.
He's interested in her because she's the last girl interested in him.
Both of them n...
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I haven't been able to hide my smile, even as I finish checking the copious amount of emails as every Monday morning.
Reading about other people's crisis usually dampens my mood.
Not today.
Today, I feel warm and happy, and like I can conquer the whole world. I'm even answering the most depressing emails, sending words of encouragement, something I've never done before.
I don't even mind the fact that five paparazzi followed me from home to work. I kind of expected that at some point, and seeing Emily and Scott deal with this as an everyday thing, it doesn't bother me that much.
Blowing out the steam over the rim of my coffee mug, I lean back on my chair and my smiles widens as I re-read the last message: "Don't let people define who you are. Being different is great that means that you're staying true to yourself and the world would be a better place if everyone weres as brave as you."
The email was about a girl trying to come out to her friends and family, she was scared at how people would react.
I sigh.
I can't understand how hard this most be for people, but I sure as hell hope that she finds some comfort in my words and that loved ones do welcome her for being so brave.
I'm still feeling warm and hopeful, when a new email comes in.
My whole body freezes as I stare at the screen in shock. I got an email from Mr. Smith, my editor. I don't think we've ever talked. Like, ever. I blink at the screen several times before I swallow hard. My eyes go to my phone because I feel the inclination to message Mark and tell him that my freaking editor sent me a message but I frown.
Since when do I have the need to tell him everything?
I'm an independent woman, I can deal with anything that comes my way, and yet, I can imagine Mark's response already, probably a girl doing the belly-dance in a gif. I smile. I'll definitely sent him a message later. I guess it's okay to want to talk to him about everything isn't it? A sigh escapes my lips as I roll my eyes at myself.
I click on the email and my heart is racing as the window pops up.
Dear Kate, I would love to talk to you about a new project we'd want you to lead. Please let me know when you have time to meet with me. Charles Smith.
He wants to talk to me? About a new project?
I have to read the email three times. I open my mouth and then I close it again. Holy crap.This is what I've been dreaming over the last three years. My hands are shaking as I grab my mug to take a sip.
I read the email once more. They want me to lead the project, too! That sounds so important and so freaking awesome!
I don't want to seem too desperate, so I stop myself from typing the answer. Breathing out, I leave the email window open and concentrate on answering a few messages, but my eyes keep wandering to the email window.
