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Chapter 1. "Welcome to NY"

NY.

New York is lovely at the end of August. People are coming back from their vacations, students are enjoying the rest of the summertime. Black Mercedes stopped near the tall skyscraper in the city centre. Dark-haired man got out of his car and looked around. The view of summer New York is wonderful. He inhaled the scent of summer and smiled slightly.

It was Damon Salvatore, 22 years old businessman who just received a big inheritance of his unknown uncle. And now Damon was going to start his own business in the company that his dad, Giuseppe Salvatore, gave him 2 months ago. Damon wasn't a really good leader because of his complex nature. He was stubborn, independent and very purposeful; no one can ever change his mind except, probably, his best friend, Alaric Saltzman, who was a co-owner of the new company. He was the only one who could stop Damon from useless and stupid deals, which Damon was making very often.

Young man locked his car and got into the high building – his new company called 'Salvatore Industries'. Damon's office was in the last floor but he usually stopped on the first floor to talk with some lovely ladies who were from his staff. Damon was handsome, so he rarely left without the company of beautiful and young women. Meanwhile, Damon finally reached his office where he unexpectedly met Alaric. His friend was waiting for Damon to come for over an hour but Damon didn't care, it was summer and he didn't want to wake up at 7AM.

- 'Seriously, Damon? Again? – Alaric's voice was irritated and his face looked really angry, - it's 10AM, Damon!'

- 'Oh, man, - Damon put his hand on Alaric's shoulder, - Chill out. It's only 10AM'.

- 'Damon, you...', - Alaric was about to start abusing him but Damon quickly interrupted.

- 'Oh Rick, stop being an annoying dick. It's summer, let's get out and have fun for a while. Business can wait', - Damon's voice was calm and indifferent. And without Rick's answer Damon left the room.

- 'Caroline? Sweetie, where are you?' – Lovely voice filled the hall. Damon's voice.

- 'Mr. Salvatore, stop calling me sweetie, I don't like it.' – Girl's voice was calm but a bit disgruntled.

- 'But I like it, sweetie. - There was a smile on Damon's face and he came closer to the girl sitting at the office desk, - Better tell me, any call for me?'

- 'No, Mr. Salvatore, nothing for now.' – She said it loudly and continued assorting documents.

- 'Perfect. Then, I'm officially free for today. See you.' – With these words Damon approached the elevator and, as it arrived, left the hall.

Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. Atlanta, Georgia.

'Registration on a flight from Atlanta to New York starts in 10 minutes '. – Woman with a lovely voice from reception informed people about the flight.

Elena was running down the stairs. She was absolutely late and very nervous about it. First flight in her life must be really exciting. But also she was worried because her brother Jeremy couldn't move to NY with her. His admission to college took much longer than he expected.

Elena's bag was so heavy so she couldn't run faster. She already bumped into several people. Her clumsiness always ruins girl's life. Elena finally reached the registration desk and gave a sweet woman her documents.

- 'First flight, sweetheart? – Woman asked checking Elena's documents.

- 'Is it so obvious? – Elena's voice was muffled a little and she was straightening hair all the time.

- 'Yes, - woman smiled and gave Elena her ticket. – Here, darling, good luck'.

Elena took the ticket and slowly stepped from the desk. It's 30 minutes left. A clear thought came to Elena's mind. 'I need a coffee'. - sounded in her head. The girl put her bag over shoulder and headed for the closest Starbucks.

- 'The Cocoa Cappuccino, please' – she said loudly and gave money to the young cashier.

- 'What's your name?' – A basic question was asked.

- 'Elena, - she answered. – And can you please put cinnamon there?'

- 'Sure.' – This young man wasn't in the mood to talk. Elena got it and stopped talking. After a minute, her name was pronounced and she took her drink.

After drinking her cappuccino, Elena went to hand over her luggage and sat on her sit on the board.

- 'This is going to be amazing', - she whispered to herself and closed her eyes.

NY.

Damon parked his car near the Grill Bar and went in. The music was so load, so it felt uncomfortable for Damon. But he promised to come and he always kept his promises. Damon found a place to sit, less load than in the bar centre, and ordered bourbon. He was waiting for his older brother to come. Stefan was working as a FBI agent and he always saved Damon's ass in different situations. He had a lunch break and asked Damon to come and talk. After 10 minutes Damon felt a hand on his shoulder and a familiar voice right behind him.

- 'Damon, long time, no see'. – Stefan said and sat near his brother.

- 'Stefan. What's the matter?' – Damon's voice was serious and he didn't have any joy in meeting his brother today.

- 'Why the long face, brother? – Stefan tried to put a smile on Damon's face but failed. – Okay, can you give me a favor?'

- 'What is it, Stefan? I don't have time for your stupid requests.' – Damon did not find any sense in this conversation.

- 'Drive with me to the FBI centre. I need to ask you about one man who escaped from prison yesterday. I think you might know him.' – Stefan's voice became serious and he looked into his brother's eyes.

- 'Umm, okay. But if it takes long, I'll leave. I don't have time for this.' – Damon finished drinking his glass of bourbon and went out of the bar. Stefan followed him and they got into the car. FBI centre was 20 minutes away from there, so they didn't waste more time and drove.

2 hours passed.

Elena's flight went good and she landed in NY. She took her luggage and caught a taxi.

- 'West Street, 9A, please.' – She said loudly and closed the car door. The driver just nodded and hit the gas.

FBI centre.

Damon and Stefan spent 2 hours trying to find the escaped prisoner's location. It was David Fell, Damon's old mate. They were studying at the same college and then David suddenly disappeared.

- 'Stefan, I really have no idea where he can be, - Damon sighed heavily and flopped down in a chair. – He can be anywhere, not only in NY'.

- 'No, no… He must be here, not far from us. He is smart; he wouldn't book any ticket because it would make him visible for us.

- 'I'm sorry but I can't help you here, brother'. – Damon rose from his chair and moved toward the exit.

- 'Wait, Damon! – Stefan loudly shouted to him, - Father asked us to have a dinner with him tonight. Will you come?'

- 'Sure'. – Damon said without any interest and left the building. Damon haven't seen his father for almost 6 months, they weren't in good relationships anymore. Damon moved out from Stefan and their father and started living his own life.

At this moment Elena entered her new apartment and wearily flopped down on the couch.

- 'Finally, fresh life, new contacts, new job. – She sighed in tired, - New York, here I am.'

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- Elena.