〜〜 Too much 〜〜

If you had to choose between the love of your life and your family, which one would you pick? The man who has promised to love you no matter what or the family who has made you the person you are now? Who should I believe? I made the wrong choice.

I picked my family.

Elena Gilbert found herself behind a small, light coloured office desk. On that desk she had her old but loyal MacBook, a take out coffee from Starbucks, bunch of pens and notebooks, papers covering almost the entire desk I front of her. She sighed and pushed her chair back standing up from the white chair. She grabbed her black bag, slung it over her shoulder and started to make her way out of the tiny, depressing room. She glanced at her reflection from the big mirror on the wall before exiting. She was wearing black tight pencil skirt, violet blouse and black jacket with black high heels and small fake diamond earrings. Her hair had grown really long and it was curly and cascading down her back. She let out a small noise of approving and left her room locking it from the outside.

"Hey Elena Gilbert!" She heard someone yell. She turned around on her heels and saw Steven Collins. A man on his late thirties, who was wearing an old shaggy Christmas sweatshirt and holey black pants; he was the odd one in the office. He was same height as Elena and always had a joyful smile on his thin lips.

"Yes, can I help you with something, Collins?" Elena asked smiling politely at the strange man.

"Boss said she wants to see you in her office. She said it's important." He told her his voice shaking a bit. According to Juliet, Elena's friend who worked at the reception desk, he had a thing for her.

"Okay, thank you!" Elena answered as she turned around the corner.

"Hey! Be careful, she's at it again," Steven added smiling awkwardly before stepping into his own office.

"Super great" She thought as she put on a big fake smile before stepping into the dragon's cave a.k.a. the office of the editor in chief.

Marie Newton was about 50 years old, her partly grey hair was always pulled back to a neat bun and her glasses always matched her shoes. She was known for her fashion sense, which never disappointed anyone. Her glassy brown eyes reached Elena as soon as she pushed the door open.

"Elena darling, you came" Marie said sipping an almost empty glass of red wine. She looked a bit tipsy even though it was only 5pm. "I have found you a perfect story!" She said pouring herself another rather full glass of wine. "It's in Mystic Falls! Your hometown! Isn't in lovely how small the world can be?" She asked gulping down the red liquid. Elena's eyes widened as she heard the news.

"Oh… What is it about?" She asked playing with her curl looking quite nervous. "There is nothing interesting in that place, you know, Mrs Newton." She continued sitting down to the massive wooden chair in front of her boss.

"This one gentleman has opened a brand new Italian restaurant there, which has the best food in the world according to my niece who recently travelled across the country. There will be a food special soon in our magazine and I believe that this restaurant has a lot of potential to become the main part of the issue. Imagine, that small town of yours could easily become the Mekka of food lovers" She replied placing the glass down to her desk.

"Yeah… Are you sure that I am the right person for this one, Mrs Newton? I know nothing about food and I'm not used to writing about it either"

"I am absolutely sure about this, sweetie! The owner told one of our reporters that he will not give any interviews to random people. Such a strange thing I may say… I'd be delighted to have a story written about my company if I were him." She said grapping a silver flask from her drawer and pouring it to the wine glass. "Just something to spice this up a little" she told Elena when she saw her face. "Vodka makes everything better. It's like a gift from lord himself" She said taking a sip and leaning deeper to her white leather armchair, holding the glass by her forehead feeling the coldness of the glass on her skin.

"Umm, Mrs Newton. Who is this owner you are talking about? He sounds pompous but I might know him. I know, well knew, almost everyone around there," Elena asked smiling awkwardly.

"That was just what I was thinking about! It was Dillon… no, Devon. Oh it wasn't. Let me check" she said opening a big white notebook of hers. "Damon. His name is Damon. Sal… Salva… I think I need my glasses…" She said going through her drawers.

"No need, Mrs Newton, its Salvatore. Damon Salvatore, I believe" Elena said running her fingers through her fringe. "I need a drink," she thought as she picked up a clean glass from the desk, pouring it full of every girl's best friend, vodka. "Oh boy…"

A/N

So yeah, this is the start of my new story and I hope you like it.
I'm not sure how often I'll update this because I'm really busy with school but I'll try my best.

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