This story is going to be a three-shot. I'm not going to trail it to a multi-chapter story like my other stories and take a million years to update. You guys also have to know that this was a weird inspiration but I do hope you guys enjoy it.

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Two years…

Another year… another wedding anniversary without him. Another day waking up next to the cold, white, empty sheets, wishing he was here to greet her good morning. Another sad day when all she's going to get is to see his face on a webcam in the middle of the night for fifteen minutes and then have her heartbreak into a million pieces once the connection cuts off.

She woke up and faced the empty side of her bed and she let the lonely tear escaped the corner of her eyes as she looked back and forth at the wedding picture on the nightstand and the silver band on her fourth left finger. It's been two years and yet comes another lonely anniversary that will be filled with nothing but tears, and a glass of wine in front of a computer.

She signed up for all of it when she agreed to marry him and she couldn't stop supporting him now even if it meant that she'll continue suffering every time he comes and leaves again.

'Just another day I have to get through without him…' She tells herself.

She got out of bed and wiped the tears off her eyes then made her way to the bathroom. It's just another day and she had to get to work. She went to the bathroom and washed the tears away with the warm water then look at herself in the mirror.

You can't break down now. You're a strong woman. Be strong, Nikita…

She squeezed some paste into her toothbrush and begin to get ready for a long irritating day of work. She walked out of the bathroom and begin to adventurously look over her clothes in her walk-in closet.

Deciding on a maroon animal print lace shirt, she threw it on the bed and found a couture black skirt and threw it on the bed too then walked to her shoe collections and picked a black pair of heels. That should do it for the day.

Being a professional designer, she had to look flawless every day, specially when she was surrounded by a bunch of workers who looked up to her as the manager of one of the best designing workshop in New York. She had to look her best no matter how crappy her day is. And today was one of them, so that outfit would just have to work.

She put on a pair of black stockings and got into her skirt then stepped into her heels. She threw the dress-shirt over her shoulders and button-up the buttons before tucking it inside her skirt. She pulled a chair in front of her large mirror then begin to do her makeup and her hair. By the time it was seven; she was racing out of the empty house and making her way to her car off to work.

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She got to work at around eight o'clock and went directly into her office, ignoring every good mornings because honestly, she just wasn't in the mood.

"Coffee?"

She heard a small knock on her door as she was getting rid of her coat. She raised her head from the desk and looked at her best friend, Alex, at the door frame.

"Come in."

Alex placed the cup of hot coffee in front of her then took a seat across from her.

"Are you ok?" Alex asked sympathetically.

She knew what today was and she also knew that Nikita gets very emotional on that specific day whenever her husband was away.

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Nikita asked as she opened a binder on her desk only to see it was the same designs from two weeks ago. She slammed the binder shut then looked up at Alex.

"I know what today is. I was at your wedding, remember? I'm your maid of honor." Alex said.

"I'm fine." Nikita swallowed bittersweet.

"Nikita, it's okay to miss him, but you have to know that if it was up to Michael, he'd be here." Alex comforted.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Nikita spin her chair and pulled the plugs of her office phone.

"Sarah, where the hell are my new book designs that I specifically ask you to put on my desk yesterday night before I left?"

"They'll be on your desk in a few minutes. Sorry ma'am."

Nikita rubbed her forehead. Maybe that was a little bit harsh.

"Just hurry."

Nikita turned back to look at Alex and her arms were crossed over her chest.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Take it easy on them, Nikita." Alex said.

"Take it easy?" Nikita repeated unbelievably, "Nothing's wrong with me Alex. I'm fine. I'm still Nikita and today I'm just a little bit stressed out. I have the right to be because my company is responsible for designs that will be in the runaway (the biggest event in New York) in two weeks. This is business and I have to act like their boss if I want things done."

Alex was shortly interrupted when Nikita's phone begin to ring.

"We'll pick this up later." She mouthed.

Nikita rolled her eyes irritatedly before she picked up the phone and pressed the hold button.

"Nikita West, how may I assist you this morning?" Her tone suddenly changed from irritating to cheery.

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It was around noon and everything was rather pissing Nikita off. She wasn't pleased with how the designs were done. Phone calls were being transferred in and out of her office. Stylists were calling and asking about when they will receive the clothing detail, and it was all driving her CRAZY.

"Yes. I understand…"

"Excuse me?"

"No. I'm not running an old factory shop. My people need time and if you want it perfect then you just better go with my timeline."

"WHAT?!"

"Are you listening to anything I'm saying right now? I'M TELLING YOU THAT I NEED TIME."

"Fine. Next Thursday, before the pre-show on Friday sounds great."

Nikita hung up the phone and sighed. 'This is going to be a long day.' She whispered as she pushed her chair back.

She stepped out of her office and went outside where all the clothes were being made and designed.

"Listen up people!"

By then, everyone's attention was fixed on her and her only.

"The runaway's in a week and as your boss, I'm serious when I tell you guys that I need those designs yesterday because if I don't have it, we're all screwed. This company… is screwed."

"I don't normally work you guys out this bad, but right now is an exception and I need you guys to give it your all because if not, as nice as I may be most days, I have no problem firing anybody here."

"It won't come to that." Alex said.

"Then as my co-partner, make sure it doesn't!" Nikita warned, "Do I make myself clear?

"Yes boss."

But nobody moved. Nobody did anything after Nikita's brief statement. They just stood there with shocking looks on their faces and stared at her like she was a statue.

"Why are you guys still looking at me?" Nikita snapped her fingers.

But if possible, smiles grew on their faces at the intruder who was silencing them not to talk.

"Did I not just speak?"

"Nikita?" Alex begin with tears in her eyes.

"Alex, don't tell me that something's wrong with me and that I need to take it easy because I swear to god-"

"No, Nikita, I'm serious. Look."

"Look what?" Nikita asked confusingly.

"Behind you Nikita!" Alex pointed.

Nikita spun around and her heart stopped beating in her chest, her body froze and tears rushed in her eyes, down her cheeks because behind her stood the most beautiful man she's ever known and has missed like crazy. Behind her stood a man in military pants and a tight black tee-shirt.

"Missed me?"

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Oh heck! Well here it is. I know that wasn't very good, but I hope you guys like the chapter! Please review and let me know what you guys thought. Until next time, Xoxo!