Sail

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A/N: I just want to give a quick shout out to my DAY ONEs: Jerrie_lover & pamilacabezaaa  ...they're pretty awesome, been with this book since it was in Songs About Camren, much appreciated! Thanks beauties! =) 

 

~Sail!

 

This is how I show my love

I made it in my mind because

I blame it on my A.D.D. baby

 

This is how an angel dies

I blame it on my own supply

Blame it on my A.D.D. baby

 

Sail!

Sail!

Sail!

Sail!

Sail!~

 

***Two Weeks Later, Cabello HQ (U.S. Division) New York City, NY 4PM***

 

Lauren’s P.O.V.

 

I stepped out of the limo, standing in front of one of the tallest buildings in New York City-WOW. My eyes scanning the spinning doors in front of me, there must be, I looked from left to right, three huge entrances, the main entrance, the spinning doors in the middle-UNBELIEVABLE.

 

I was in awe of the building in front of me. I KNEW Camila’s family was well off, but seriously, they own THIS, my focus unable to run away from the tower in front of me that seemed to disappear into the sky-IT WAS THAT TALL. I was a bit intimidated to be quite honest. I didn’t realize EXACTLY how well off Camila’s family is, intimidating is an understatement.

“I’ll wait right here Ms. Lauren,” the familiar voice snapped me out of my daze.

I turned around, “thanks Peter, I may be a few minutes, so feel free to do whatever you’d like, I’ll give you a call when I’m ready to head out,” he tipped his hat with a smile; so sweet of Camila to make sure I had a car at my disposal.

I headed inside the gigantic spinning doors, walking towards the security check areas. There was one area for employees and all they had to do was scan their badges to be let in, everyone else, which I’m guessing would include me, had to go through security, sign in, before obtaining a visitor pass, that’s what it looks like anyways.

“Next!” I walked up to the security area; he was suited, since when are security guards suited? This place is really intense, “name and reason for your visit Ms.?” His voice firm, not friendly at all.

“Lauren Jauregui, um…here for Camila Cabello.” Gosh, I hope they let me through; I’ve never been to Camz’s office.

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