The next day I wake up feeling anything but lighter or lighter hearted. I feel horrible.
I also feel like I'm going to be fired on my very first day of work. It's about 7:35 and I have to be at Blair's at 8:00. If I finish in time and take a cab, I'll get there at 8:15.
I hop out of bed as fast as I can, doing my thing in the bathroom and coming out fresh. I didn't even notice the tiny velvet box on my bedside table.
I walk towards it slowly. It's so gentle in my hands. And then I open it.
"Holy shit!" I am literally running around the entire house searching for that man! What has he done!?
I go back to my room. There has to be a note or something. And I was right! There was a note.
I pick it up hastily and by the way my hands are shaking like its having an epileptic attack. My hands!
The note reads:
As we are getting married, you should have a ring. Wear it.
That ass. I can't help but admire the beautiful colours that it has as the sun reflects on it and his neat handwriting. And it's obviously real. The ring.
I slip it on my left hand ring finger and its perfect. How did he know the size of my fingers? That weirdo.
Hot weirdo.
I groan and see that it's ten minutes to eight. I quickly rush on some blue jeans, a blue crop top and a leather blue jacket.
I tie my hair up because I seriously don't have time for it. Five minutes to get to the studio. How will I make it in time? Internal crying.
Just then the door bell rings. I groan and open the door to see a mid age looking man standing there, all dressed in a suit and whatnot.
"Hi. How can I help you?" I ask as kindly as I can right now.
"Hello miss. Are you Anja?"
I nod,"Yes. That's me."
"Then this is yours." he hands me a box, and a set of keys.
"The keys?" I question feeling very confused.
"You would love to go to the garage." then he walks away.
I know where the garage is because I was exploring and found it. I never opened the door though because it wouldn't budge so how the fucking hell does he expect me to check the garage?
I go to the side of the house though examining the keys. I find some buttons. As I stand in front of the garage, I try the purple button. The large door loft slowly and I feel the sides of my lips lifting slowly too.
"Holy shit." in front of me is about five freaking cars. Expensive ass cars.
Which one is mine. I press the green unlock button and a light immediately reflects on the car. Of course I wold know what car it is because its my dream car that I've only watched on television. Aston Martin Vanquish.
Sky blue and black. I really don't have time to examine it right now so I hop in and speed away. My butt is really comfortable in this seat.
I can't fight the smile that is glued to my face.
I still think he's an ass though.
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RomantikAnja Morgan. Sweet, intelligent, funny. Her life was perfect until that one day God decided to bring forth Christopher Quay. Bosses of all bosses, millionaire CEO. With his mood swings and very arrogant behaviour, how will she survive living with h...