A/N: This is my latest story! I wrote this a long time ago but I've just decided to post it. Let me know what you think! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own GG. There plain and simple.

Rory was already running late and she wasn't even ready yet. That's why she was racing down 5th avenue in her Honda Accord fixing her hair in the mirror at the same time. She was supposed to be at the meeting twenty seven minutes and thirty six seconds ago. Now forty seconds. She'd been calling the New York Times every day this week and they had finally agreed on an interview. Today. At 'precisely ten a.m.'. Now it was tent twenty eight and forty six—seven okay now fifty seconds. Her phone goes off and she decides to ignore it until it rings for the tenth time. She reaches her hand in her purse on the passenger seat and digs around for her phone. To no avail. God, she needed a new purse; she couldn't find anything in here! She takes the purse and holds it upside down dumping its contents on the chair. She looks down at the chair, sighing with relief, but when she picks it up the ringing stops. She curses under her breath and tosses it back on the seat next to her. When she looks up a stretch limousine is crossing the light in front of her. She immediately presses the brakes. To no avail. She runs directly into the side of the limo and the airbag inflates in front of her.

She jumps out of the car. "Oh my god!" Instead of looking at the limo she looks at her own car and then her watch: ten thirty two a.m. She was never gonna make it to the meeting now. Especially not with her car totaled. The front bumper was off and the entire hood of the car was smashed into the windshield. "Oh my god!" She repeats trying to process the whole thing. "I'm never gonna make it to the meeting now." She voices aloud this time.

"Shouldn't that be the last thing on your mind right now?"

Three guys were now standing behind her. One was wearing a chauffer uniform and one was surveying the damage to the limo. The other one, who had just spoken, was wearing a business suit without the tie and a too cocky smile in Rory's opinion.

"Where the hell did you come from?" She speaks, finally.

"Out of the limo you just totaled." The guy surveying the damage rounds on her.

"Huntz." The first guy warns.

Rory laughs humorlessly. "This is not my fault!" She responds looking at the second guy. "The light was on red when you ran it!"

"Yellow." He corrects. "We were running late, where were you off to? The salon?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rory asks incredulously. "And I was not off to the salon; I was on my way to a very important meeting, which you just ruined by the way!"

"Good for us then." Beat. "You probably wouldn't have gotten the job anyway." He adds knowingly.

"Guys!" The first guy shouts, stepping in between them. "This isn't helping me." Pure arrogance.

"You?" Rory fumes. "What about me?"

He moves towards her. "I can help you."

Rory sighs biting back her response as her cell phone goes off. She goes around to the passenger side of the car and sticks her hand through the window, grabbing her phone.

"What?" She answers harshly. She waits for a response and quickly recovers after hearing that it's the guy from the New York Times. "No, sorry, I just—" He cuts her off. "No, I do want the job, I just got in a—" She sighs. "I know that I should leave personal matters out of this but you don't understand. I just had a car—" Pause. Rory waits. "What? No! Tell them to come back; I just need…ten minutes. An hour tops." She hears someone laughing and glares. "Can't we just reschedule, then?" She sighs again. "I see. No, it's fine. Well, actually its not but what can ya do, right?" She throws her hands up, anxious to get off the phone now. "Well, yes, there is that. Getting over it." She rolls her eyes. "Thank you for your time and lovely hospitality." She says sarcastically. She stabs at the end button with her pointer finger and tosses it back in the car.

"Bad news?" The first guy smirks.

Rory glares and sits on the trunk of her car and folds her arms. People were already starting to crowd around pointing and gasping like they were some kind of freak side show at the zoo. Sirens could be heard in the distance and Rory sighs again. Yep. It was only ten forty five and the day already sucked!

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