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"The reason why Gravity won't let you reach for the Stars is so that you won't get burnt by your Dreams." - Anonymous

Love has a funny way of fucking up people's lives. It has the power of making you feel on top of the world one moment and then eight feet under the next. Fortunately for Beth, she never had to face that fact; until today.

"Yes, mom, I'll call you right after, I promise."

Beth was scrambling around her apartment, looking for her briefcase. She had just moved to the city after spending the first nineteen years on her family's farm, about one hundred miles south of her new apartment. Beth landed an opportunity of a lifetime: an interview with one of the biggest corporation owners, well, ever. Luckily for her, she was exactly what the ad said they wanted; young, ready to work, and new to the city. That last part confused her, but she didn't pay it much mind.

After finding her briefcase, she hurriedly walked to the subway and looked at her map again. She was about fifteen minutes away from the corporation, and lucky for her, her interview started in approximately five minutes.

Shit.

Rick cursed under his breath, dropping his phone. An angry call from his soon-to-be ex-wife was all it took to piss him off. He slicked his hair back taking a deep breath in, readying himself for this Godforsaken interview. If his memory served him right, the girl was already ten minutes late.

He reclined back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. After his old assistant resigned, he was sure that that whore would sue him for all that he was worth. Fortunately for him, a small loan of a million dollars was enough to seal her mouth shut.

Rick was about to forget about the interview and leave before a small blond haired girl with eyes blue enough to get lost in walked in his office. She was obviously out of breath, some strings of hair falling loosely over her perfectly framed face.

Rick smirked and said, "You must be Annabeth Taylor Greene." Beth blushed slightly at how her name rolled off his tongue.

"Yes, sir." She reached out her hand to shake his. Never breaking eye contact, he took her hand in his and nearly melted under her touch. Rick's breath hitched and played it off with a smile.

He remarked, "Thank you for coming in. Please, have a seat." Beth happily sat down in the chair he was gesturing to. He casually walked around to his chair behind his desk and sat down. He continued, "So, you're new to the city?" Beth nodded.

"Yes, sir-"

"You can call me Mr. Grimes."

Beth blushed slightly at her mistake and continued, "Yes, Mr. Grimes. I moved here to work for someone like you." She beamed.

Rick chuckled, "Well I'm flattered." He continued to talk more about his business and what exactly she would be doing for him. As he talked, he couldn't help but notice how cute she looked sitting in the chair in front of him; how so intense her focus was on what he was saying. Whenever he'd say something that in anyway involved numbers, her nose would wrinkle displaying her disgust. He suppressed a chuckle and carried on with his speech. "So, when can you start?"

Beth's eyes widened at the fact she officially got the job and she said, "I-well, I can start right now if you'd like." Rick nodded. In the back of his mind, he barely registered the slight discomfort in his khakis, but carried on.

"Alright, well your desk is the first one you saw turning down the hall." He was aware of the fact that the desk was in direct eyesight of his office, and for that he was thankful.

When Beth stood up, she thanked him and walked out to her desk. As her back was turned to him, he watched her as she fixed her skirt and shimmied it down to reach her thigh. He licked his lips, knowing he would have her within the week.

A/N: I know it's short, but it's a start! The upcoming chapters will be much longer, I promise you. Please review & tell me what you think so far! I am open to any ideas.