One

I bite my lip softly, worrying it between my teeth. It's such a cliché thing to do, but I'm nervous. I've heard so much about the famous millionaire Damon Salvatore. Apparently he's a mystery man, the typical type, he sponsors every cause but no-one knows his background, he's polished and smart and can't be bothered with the inferior race that is normal civilians, the rumours say he's a name made up by the company and Damon Salvatore is just a cover for a business.

Today, I have a meeting scheduled with the evasion that is Mr Salvatore. I guess I'll find out if he's an illusion or not. As I enter the building, stepping onto the smooth white tile floor, I look around, feeling like everyone is judging me for even daring to visit such a place of importance, let alone interact with the boss of the establishment.

My silver baseball trainers squeak on the floor as I walk to reception, and the woman looks up with a kind smile, as one would with a cute but simple-minded animal. "Can I help you?" She asks, her voice suggesting that I've wandered in here by accident, as why would such a poorly dressed girl be in a high class place like this. "Elena Gilbert. I'm here for a half-past seven appointment with Mr Salvatore." I state nervously, fidgeting with my fingers where she can't see them. The receptionist is dressed up to the nines, wearing a crisp white blouse and a black cashmere cardigan over it, her slender fingers tapping the keys on her ivory keyboard. She has silver-rimmed glasses, which only bring out the white in her eyes and make her look even more terrifyingly official. "First door on the left." She finally responds, causing me to nod gratefully and try my best to look dignified as I make my way to a door with a single engraved sheet of gold on the outside. 'Damon Salvatore, CEO of Mystic Enterprises'.

I take a deep breath, and move a lock of chestnut hair out of my hazel eyes, tucking it behind my ear before I knock on the door. My heart skips a beat when I hear his voice, a low sombre tone, and the two words that could either condemn me or change my life for the better, if I get this interview and the answers I need, my journalism career will be upgraded, I'm sure. Then again, there's also a hint of impatience, perhaps even warning in the undertones of those inviting words.

"Come in."