Cymbeline's POV:
Today was the first day of my job and the first day without Dominique.
It took all my energy to get out of bed, dress, and drive to the address Remington gave me. When I got there, I had never felt more underdressed in my life.
I was wearing skinny jeans and a crop top while everyone else was either dressed in a suit or pencil skirts.
The skyscraper was huge. It was a stark white color that when the sun hit it, it seemed like the most blinding thing in the city. Poor drivers.
I entered the building and immediately texted Remington. The only reply I got was to go to the 32nd floor.
I began making my way to the elevators only to be stopped by the receptionist. She wore a body-hugging dress with a low cut front. Her black hair was in a bun, held together with only a pencil and on the bridge of her nose sat thin, black glasses.
I had to say, she was one attractive lady.
"Excuse me, you have to tell me where you're going. I'm not allowed to let random... kids through the door," she glanced down at my outfit and met my eyes to give me a tight smile.
"I'm here to meet Remington Mars? I was told to just head up to the 32nd floor," I explained to her. A look of disbelief crossed her face. Then she laughed and nodded.
"That's a nice joke, hah wow," she wiped a tear from her eye.
"It's not one," I glared at her. What's so great about this Remington guy? He can't be that big of a deal, I mean, I'd never heard of him until only a few days ago.
"Yea, let me just make sure of that then," she sobered up and picked up the phone. She pressed a bunch of buttons and awaited for someone to answer.
"Hi, can I speak with Mr. Mars please? He has a visitor apparently, uh..." she looked at me and mouthed the word "name."
"Cymbeline Draring."
"A Cymbeline Draring. Oh, she doesn't have an appointment, huh?" the receptionist met my eyes and grinned smugly.
"I'll just tell her to- oh! Mr. Mars, always a pleasure. Okay, yes sir. Right away," she put down the phone and told me to head right up. When her smile disappeared, it was my turn to grin smugly.
Hah. Don't have an appointment, my ass.
I entered the elevator and hit the number 32. Before the doors closed, a hand stopped it. And there entered two faces I was not expecting to see. Or wanted to see, for that matter.
The boys from the restaurant. Timothy and... Bradley, if I remembered correctly.
"Well, well. Look who it is. Back for more, sweetheart?" Bradley says at the sight of me. I couldn't help but look him up and down. He was wearing a clean, black suit with his hair disheveled. I couldn't deny that the man was incredibly attractive.
"Oh, you know it babe. I'm just so obsessed- I couldn't get my mind off you all night," I winked at him, causing him to grin.
"They always come running, what can I say?" he turned to Timothy as if looking for an answer.
Timothy thumped his forehead and rolled his eyes before turning to me and asking where Raquelle was.
"Most likely at her own job, avoiding you," I grin sweetly at him.
The elevator doors opened to the 32nd floor and I exited first. The two followed me. Ugh, were they stalking me now?
What is with people these days?
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