A/N:
Hello! I know... I'm BACK! *blows party popper* but I'll come back to that later in another update... of another story (Yes T'W'S is still going and is in editing stages. Soon. I promise.) Anyway, as for this... Don't ask. I was supposed to be finishing Mush's Bday FF (Don't worry. It's only 26 days late) and doing homework, then this happened. It has no plot. It has no actual ending. This story achieves nothing. But I like it so tough.
I think I have being watching far too much 'How I Met Your Mother' repeats and 'HipsterHood' (Living on the wildside) and if you watch any of those, it will soon become apparent what I mean. Anyway, enjoy. It would be nice to know what you think because this is something of an experiment with a new writing style... REVIEW!
Love you all and will get back to your PMs and whatnot soon.
-Ally.
Okay William... Come one. Breathe.
First day in the office of our new job. We can do this.
I mean, it's really not that big of a deal.
Yes, this may be the only chance you ever have to prove to your parents that you can be trusted and left in charge of an entire company. Yes, this might be the only chance you ever have to show Richard your family that you are capable of holding a conversation with strangers and have people skills.
It may be all of these things... but not a big deal. Definitely not a big deal.
The lift doors finally opened and I stepped in before pressing the appropriate floor button. I made sure no one else was waiting as I hit the 'close doors'.
Man, this building has a lot of floors... And I bet these floors contain a lot of people... All people that you are going to have to rule over.
Rule? Did I honestly just say rule. How stupid and pretentious does that sound?
Is pretentious even the right word I was looking for? And the panic begins.
Nope. No panicking Will. Not today. We are going to take this like a man.
Step One: Do not get fired.
Oh wait... You can't really get fired when you run the company.
Step Two: Try not to fire other people.
That's better. People tend to get quite pissy when you fire them on the first day. And it's probably best not to piss people off on your first day... Which we can do by-
Step Three: Not coming off as an arrogant, conceited bastard.
Which I am told I do. A lot. Then there's-
Step Four: Try and make some friends. Or at least some acquaintances. Just find some people who won't print off a picture of your face and then stick it on the dart board in the staff room. I mean, that would be nice. For once.
That would be very nice in-
"Hold It!" A voice shouted from far down the corridor. "HOOOLLLLLLDDDD IIIITTTT!"
Hold what? Why is someone shouting in the-
Oh crap. Are they talking to me?
A young woman ran towards the lift, waving her arms frantically at me from behind the closing doors.
"HOLD THE LIFT!"
Oh right. Shit.
I jammed my briefcase between the doors at last minute. The lift beeped and the doors opened allowing the young woman into the lift. As she walked in she looked up at me, about to say something, but instead gave me a small smile and blushed.
She straightened out her coat with one hand and pressed for her floor before brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear and staring down at her shoes.
The lift doors finally closed and we began to fly up the side of the tower.
Wow. She's hot.
Did I really just say that? Yes. I did.
She's hot.
I mean, brunette isn't normally my type but-
Hey. She's two floors down from me. If my knowledge serves me right that's the editorial floor.
So she's an editor... Or a journalist? Doesn't really look like the receptionist type...
So she's intelligent. Nice.
Her hair's a bit messy though for first thing in the morning. How can your get that messed up by half seven...? In the morning.
Then again, it's not really messy as much as the curls are just falling out of her bun.
Perhaps you William are just to used to seeing prim and perfected woman. That could be the problem here.
She looks like she's ran. Her coffee's all sloshed down the side of her cup and, actually, her hair is kind of wind swept.
Starbucks. She likes coffee. And has once been to Starbucks.
Two things we have in common. Bingo.
Though she is quite short and I normally go for tall.
Wait- I normally go for tall? What?
FITZWILLIAM DARCY YOU ARE NOT THINKING OF HITTING IT OFF WITH THE WOMAN IN THE LIFT!
This is what happens when you try to replace your love life with your work life. You start getting all feelsy about a random woman in a lift.
Note to self: You need to get laid. And soon.
But she looks like a genuinly nice person. A genuinly nice person with really super hot legs and a gorgeous curvy body.
And you just don't get that often.
Her eyes are all hazel as well. All dark and wild and passionate and-
'Kay. That was weird.
Her dress even has little hexagons on it. How can you hate a person who can wear a dress covered in mathematical patterns and still look hot.
It would be like trying to skin a micro pig for pork crackling.
Against the laws of humanity.
I wonder if her eyes are dark or light brown? They had little amber flecks in them when she walked in.
Or maybe that was just the light.
Am I staring?
Shit she's looking at me. She's looking at me weirdly. She's looking at me like she knows I've just spent the past 15 floors thinking about her. Look casual Will, casual.
Okay... She's looking at the floor again. Sweet escape.
Maybe I should say something... Like ask her her name.
Maybe she doesn't even work her and she's just visiting someone.
What if this is the only time I ever see her and I've wasted it thinking about how hot she is.
What if-
*ding* "Floor Number Eighteen"
She glanced a smile in my direction and then walked out of the lift as the doors opened.
Damn... too late.