Remember Me?

Welcome to my new novel! Yaaay, I'm so excited.

So I'm turning my ideas on their head and writing in the third person for the first time! I had a go in No Strings Attached but wasn't happy, now I'm okay, still a little apprehensive! D:

I would like to dedicate this book, once again to my dedicated readers and fans. I love you all so much, you have no idea! :)

I'd like to thank @I_Make_Covers for the beautiful cover design and @LostCatcherx22 for being my most dedicated fans, and my new friends! Love you guys :)

I really hope you enjoy this. I try my best!

Love always,

-Bex. X

(P.S. Picture of Amelia on the side)

[Edit - Okay, so I now have a BRILLIANT trailer courtesy of PotatoXHead97! I couldn't be happier! It is now on the side! CHECK IT OUT GUYS!!!!]

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Remember Me? By ColouredCookie © All Rights Reserved 2012

Amelia Crawford looked at her watch for the third time, but she was still bang on schedule. She watched attentively as the small detailed hand ticked slowly around, edging ever nearer to midday. Then she snapped out of her daydream realising that her lift had arrived at her destination.

She walked down the long neutral corridor and a group of people parted, their mouths open wide. It was a natural instinct; she just had a certain aura about her that made her superior to everyone else.

Clutching her papers and her briefcase, Amelia turned the corner and walked through a large glass door to find herself standing in an office. Amelia approached the main reception with a warm smile as hot as a summer’s day.

“Hello, I have an interview for a director’s position at midday? The name’s Amelia Crawford.”

The woman peered at Amelia through her thick-rimmed glasses and hugged her sludge green cardigan to her chest, making a slight jerking movement, “Why of course Miss Crawford, you’ll be speaking with Mr Goldstein, our CEO, is that alright with you?”

Amelia caught her breath and gulped. Mr Goldstein? She had briefly heard about the entrepreneur through the grapevine, truth be told she hadn’t even considered a director’s position, but how could she possibly be in the presence of the CEO himself?

“Of course...” her voice allowed

“Great, if you could just wait here, I’ll see whether Mr Goldstein is ready for you to come in.”

Amelia’s legs nearly collapsed beneath her as she sat on a small chair. She pinched herself.

Come on Crawford, you can do this!

Amelia was usually the picture of confidence. In her previous place of employment, she held her own in a boardroom full of stuffy accountants and analysts, often leaving them reeling with her analogies of the recent stock market and trade. It wasn’t something that she did as a necessity, she simply loved her job, it was something that she had always wanted to do from a young age. She would often sit at her father’s desk, admiring his work as the big boss of his own company...

But now her palms were sweaty, her stomach clenched with nerves and anticipation.

Could she even do this?

Meanwhile, Blake Goldstein sat in his black executive business chair with his feet up on his desk, running one hand through his jet black hair. He was up to his eyebrows in paperwork and figures, analogies and on top of that, damn job interviews. Oh well, he thought, at least it would take a monkey off his back.