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Drip. Drip. Drip drip. Drip.
Ian sighed, shaking his head slightly, clicking his windshield wipers to ON. It had been raining for three days straight. Most of the time it was a light drizzle, but every few hours, a large thunderstorm would shake the town/city to the core. Today was supposed to be nice and clear, with a few clouds passing by mid-afternoon, and yet here it was-the rain that stopped him from getting to work on time. Perfect.
Ian Kabra was a very wealthy man at the age of twenty-two. Hundreds of millions of dollars, stocked in his bank account, his home. All because of his family business that his sister, Natalie, had taken over instead of him so he could go and see the world. He'd been stuck in London, his hometown, up until the age of eighteen, the age when he got the job at Omega Inc., the company responsible for things such as protecting government websites. For a month, Ian was to go to Boston, a place in the U. S., for some type of networking thing. It was complicated. Basically, he was staying in Boston for a month for work, while looking around the place and city's around. He was looking for a place he could call home.
He was also looking for a person to call his. But he didn't know this right now.
Just as he got situated in the driver seat of his expensive rental car the company lent him, his phone rang. His shoulders slumped as he rolled his amber eyes. What now? Keeping his focus on the light ahead of him, he reached for his phone that was hooked to the car charger, and checked the caller I. D.. Unknown. Huh. Probably a wrong number. He hit accept, as to let the caller know so they wouldn't call again. He was also a bit curious. Ian had only just gotten this number yesterday and he already had an accidental call?
"Hello?" he mumbled, pressing on the gas slightly causing his car to slowly roll forward. "Hello?" he asked with a firm voice when no one replied.
"Oh! Hello. Is this, ah, Ian Kabra?" a feminine voice replied at the other end of the call. Ian instantly sat up, clearing his throat.
"Ah yes! Th-this is him." Odd. He never stuttered. Must be because this was most likely his boss for the upcoming mission.
The was a rustling sound coming from the phone for a moment. "Hm. Where is it?" the woman at the other end whispered to herself. "There! Okay. So you're heading to the Omega Branch building, on... Well, across from the Boston Public Library, correct?"
"Mhm," Ian muttered, turning left at the light.
"I need you to turn around and meet me at the main building. ASAP."
After dropping his phone, nearly wrecking the car (four times, in total), taking two wrong turns, and having to consult a gas station manager for directions when his G.P.S died on him, Ian Kabra had finally reached his destination: the Omega Inc. Main Building. There was a small parking lot, probably because the public was not aloud to enter the premisis, large marble steps on multiple sides, and then the building itself. Over six stories tall, what seemed like hundreds of windows, and a lot of workers. Yep. This was worth nearly wrecking five (or was it four?) times.
Stepping out of his car, Ian took a deep breath and let it out, slowly. Fresh air. This would be the last wiff of it he'd get before ten that night, since he'd be inside working on some hacking-case or whatever, working with only a few other people. Sighing, he began to walk up one side of the white steps up towards the large concrete platform. Once there, he sped-walked to the building, dodging other people here and there, until he finally got to the double doors. Right when he grasped the handle to one, though, the opposite door opened and out walked a woman.
The woman, whoever she was, was obviously young; early twenties at the latest, late teens at the earliest, if the job even allowed people that young. Her dark red-brown hair was held in a ponytail, unlike most of the other female workers, who normally wore their hair in a bun. Her skin was very pale, but that made her jade-green eyes stand out even more than if her skin was fair. She was a bit tall, and wore black jeans, a white blouse, and black flats, along with a few bracelets on her right arm and a jade necklace.
Whoever this was, she most definitley stood out from the othe women, and yet, she didn't. She looked completely average, but professional. It was... Quite odd how in five seconds, Ian already liked her better than any other person here because she was different from them all. Even him, who wore a sort of expensive suit-type of thing. His darker skin allowed his amber eyes to have that mysterious, amusing glint to them. His raven hair didn't really stand out that much.
Oh, yeah, that girl was WAAY different.
"Ah! You must be Ian," she stated. Nope, she didn't ask who he was. She already knew. "I've been waiting!"
"Uhm," Ian began to say something, but was cut off.
"Come on, then," the woman made a move with her hand towards the building, already walking through the door again. "Let's get to business already."
When Ian entered the building, he inwardly gasped. It was... Amazing. Beyond anything he would and/or could create for a building that holds, basically, hackers that work for the government. Marble floors, beautifully painted walls with great structure and design, art work and rewards and such, hanging on nails that you, of course, couldn't see. Two elevators lined the back wall, brass coloured doors and white buttons. Such a vague description, but just imagine the most fancy lobby-like room you've been in. Now, make it even better. Fancier. If you can, then you have a faint idea of what this place looked like.
"Ian?" A voice snapped him out of the trance he had been in. "Iaaaan? Earth to Cob-"
"Sorry," he interrupted, before she could say that... Horrible name. "Just-I mean-Wow."
"Yeah," the woman replied, letting her red-brown hair down from it's hold. "I know. The first time I entered this building, I was the exact same way, but easier to get ahold of when I started to drool." When Ian blushed, she laughed, throwing her head back. "Ha, I'd hate to see your face if you had heard what you were mumbling. 'So fancy. It's like a heaven I never thought I'd see,'" she told him in a false British accent, mocking him jokingly.
Shaking his head as he began to crack a smile, he pressed the closest elevator button. Suddenly, his smile was wiped off his face when he realized he had forgotten to ask her something-something very important. Stupid! he told himself.
"Ian?"
"Yes, ah... What was your name again, love? I didn't quite catch it."
The woman smiled a little more, her gaze shifting towards him. "Maybe that's because I never told you my name. Oh, and don't call me 'love.'"
"So...?" Ian asked.
"So... What?"
"What is your name, my dear."
"Watch it, Cobra," she growled, then sighed, smiling again. "It's Amy."
"Ah. Amy. Quite a wonderful name."
"Amy Cahill," she finished as the elevator Dinged! letting them know the elevator doors were about to open.
This was going to be a long day. Ian could already tell.
Hey guys! Long time, no see.
I know, I know. This was really boring. But! This is just an intro to the amazing story that lies ahead, based on the song Sarah Smiles by Panic! At The Disco, hence the name.
So Stick around my lovelies! And don't worry, I'll try to update my songfics soon.
~Lovey