Random Bits of My Brain

Surprise, suprise

A/N:This is another story idea. I don't wanna write down exactly what I had in mind because I want you to be able to change it according to what you want if you ever wanna write this story. However, there will be some background info incorporated that you can take out by writing a couple chapters or just one that does a whole "5 years later" thing. Some day I just might write this into a story but probs not. Anyhow, enoy! By the way, (not sure if this is how you do it), EVERYTHING WRITTEN HERE IS MADE UP AND 100% FICTIONAL. ANY CONNECETIONS TO REAL LIFE IS A COMPLETE COINCIDENCE. SO PLEASE DON'T SUE ME. I'M ALREADY BROKE.

Mark's P.O.V

It's been 3 years. 3 years since I got out of college and now, I'm one of the most successful lawyers in the world. One more collaboration and I'll reach the jackpot.

This collaboration is with Anique, the most defined female lawyer in the world. She can talk you out of jail for man slaughter even if you had video evidence. Drop her name and the toughest of gangsters will quiver in fear. She is ruthless and cold. 

Yet her name is so familiar.

Somewhere in the back of my head, I remember her name, I don't know from what, but it's definitely there. 

As of now, I am sitting the huge, glass conference room, awaiting Anique's arrival with my team and her team. There's a light buzz of important men and women contradicting each other with big words.

I see Anastasia, Anique's partner and my highschool friend. She looks over at me and smiles, a secret in her eyes, a look of almost triumph. Confused, I give her a light smile back. She turns away, leaving me staring at her, perplexed and thinking. 

Suddenly, as if like in a movie, the room is quiet. An almost inaudible sound of the door closing snaps me out of my reverie. I look over, and there's Anique. 

Except she's Emma. 

Emma Montcare.

Bottom of the social ladder and ugly duckling, known for being a nerd and hiding in the library during lunch. Musical prodigy. No friends. Except Anastasia.

Turning my head fast enough to cause whiplash, I spin to look at Anastasia. Now she was smirking at me with so much triumph and smugness that I wanted to tear her head off.

"Hello." I hear a musical and vaguely british voice say. "My name is Anique."

I hear the mildly snobby voice of Monica ask,"Anique what? What's your last name."

Turning my head to watch her respond, I saw an almost evil smile cross Emma's-no, Anique's-face, her eyes cold and calculating locking with mine. "Just Anique. I enjoy the level of surprise."

Confused but too proud to admit it, Moncia just gave a simple,"oh" and dropped it. 

Strutting with an air of importance, Anique stalked to the head of the table and set her briefcase down, taking out her laptop and connecting it to the projector. "Now, before we start, does anyone have any questions regarding me, personally?"

John, a sleaze ball from my office, asked with his common playboy smirk, blatantly asked,"are you single?"

Returning his unraveling smirk, Anique answered,"yes but shouldn't you date in your own league? I heard there are plently of girls, if you will, downtown Mason for you."

Everyone laughed. Downtown Mason was filled with prostitutes and the homeless. Glancing over at John, I expected to see him embarassed, considering the size of his ego. Instead, I was surprised to note that he was laughing with everyone else. With ruffled eyebrows, I turned back to Anique to see that she had a goodnatured smile that lit up her face and was looking at him apologetically. 

"Now, if we're done with that, I'd like to move o-"

"Actually," I interrupted. "I have some questions." As if sensing the tension that suddenly spiked the air, everyone fell silent and their eyes flicked back and forth between the sudden mask of coldness on Anique's face and the challenging gleam in my eyes. Anastasia shot me a warning glare.

"Go ahead, Mr. Gudav," Anique inquired, a freezing smile on her face.

"Which high school did you go to?" I asked with a cheshire smile on my features.

"That information is online, and you would know if you did your research," she snapped. Almost unvisibly, she took a deep breath and again smiled. 

That wasn't the smile Emma gave me, where it made you feel like you made her day. Or that you're the most important person in her life. Her life and the world.

"Now we will get started," Anique commanded rather than stated. 

Tuning out her explaining, I stared at the tall and thin beauty in front of me. Dressed in a professional pinstriped blouse paired with a red pencil skirt and sensible heels, hair done up in a bun with not a singel strand of hair out of place, she was the definition of business. 

She's changed, my Emma.

Time treats her well.

A/N: Those who know me can at least guess where I got the names. My dream is to be distinguished and surprise those who underestimated me. Unfortunately, most people already expect a lot out of me so it's kinda hard for me to really surprise people. But that just means I've gotta try harder. About the story, you could write it with one chapter in the fufutre and one in the past. That's how I, personally, woulod do it but it's completely up to you. Anyway, laters.