Always Second Best
Chapter One.
The building that I've grown to hate is sitting in front of me, awaiting my arrival. It's a beautiful building; whoever designed it was one incredible artist. It's the perfect skyscraper, with a tilted roof that is entirely made of glass. Everyone that's working away in the front part of the building is placed in front of me, allowing me to investigate their every move. Unfortunately the windows don't allow me to see who all has already made their way to work, because there's a whole other section in the back part of the building that overlooks the ocean. That is the section of the building that I work in.
My eyes dart from side to side as I finally come to realize that work isn't going anywhere, and I'm going to have to face it within the next ten minutes unless I desire to be late and get yelled at by my boss. Though I doubt he'd yell at me, he's truly one of the kindest bosses in the history of bosses.
When I see a gap in the busy traffic I quickly dart across the street as fast as my five inch heels and tightly fitted skirt will allow me to travel. Then, within a matter of seconds, I'm standing in front of the door made entirely of glass. At this point, I'm kind of forced by the movement of people knocking into me to enter the building.
The noise would make anyone go insane, what with the ringing of several different phones, then the people who are talking on the phones, and of course the sound of everyone rushing around to make their way either in or out of the beautiful glass door. If it were my choice, I'd be hurrying out of this place. But that's just me.
In no time I'm in my office, placing my purse underneath the walnut desk and taking a deep breath as I look out the glass in front of me. The deep blue color is peaceful today, there's not a wave to be seen for quite some while. This is a good thing; this means that more than likely my day is going to peaceful. It's probably a weird thing that I allow the ocean to predict the outcome of my day. But, it's worked for me so far.
Without thinking another thing I put on my best smile, grab the cup of coffee that has the ever so great logo that everyone recognizes as Starbucks and walk out of my office, down the hallway, and enter the biggest office that is present on this side of the building.
"Hi Miley," he greets me, without even a glance away from his computer screen.
"Good morning," I reply, setting the cup that is still steaming on the inside down on his desk in front of him. He turns toward me, that perfect smile of his gracing his face.
"Thanks for the coffee, even though you know that you don't have to get it for me," he says, picking the cup up and taking a decent sized gulp of it.
"I know, but it's on my way so it's really not a bother," I explain, though that's a lie. I have to walk two blocks away from work to get the coffee. But, it really isn't a bother, anything to be on Nick's good side.
"Right, well thank you," he puts his cup back down on his desk, "What's on the schedule for today?" I pull the planner out from under my arm, find today's day and read over the plans that are half mine, half his.
"You have a meeting today at ten with Ben Jones, your design for the upcoming computer is due by noon, at four you have another meeting this time with Sally Frinsco, and then this afternoon at six you are to meet up with your family for dinner," I say, reading everything from the bottom half of today's space. I look up, to see him thinking this over.
"Sounds good, but could you please call my mother and inform her that I'm not going to be able and make it to dinner tonight?" he questions, folding his hands in a business looking way.
"Of course," I smile, thinking about the previous ten times he's asked me to cancel his dinner plans with his family. And I hold all his plans, so I know that there's nothing going on tonight at six.
"Thank you," he says, turning back around to his computer to work on something.
I fold my planner back into its original position, tuck it under my arm and exit his office, returning back to my own. When I enter my office there's my dark haired best friend just waiting for my return.
"Hello Demi," I say, throwing the planner down on my desk and taking a seat in the tan colored roll-y chair.
"You know, you should really be a little more secretive about your little crush on Mr. Boss over there," she informs me, as she picks at the dark colored nail polish on her fingernails.
"I don't have a crush on him!" I exclaim, my cheeks turning a shade of bright red. A loud laugh erupts from her lips and she sits up in the chair, forgetting all about the remainder of polish on her pointer finger.
"Miles, honey, I'm your best friend and I can assure you that when I walk by Nick's office every morning and see you practically drooling over the way he's smiling at you that you have a crush on him. Don't even attempt to try and tell me otherwise," she explains, her laughs just now coming to a rest, "Besides," she continues, "everyone here knows that you're in love with him, with the exception of Nick."
"Is it that obvious?" I cave, sinking down into my chair, my face continuing to shine red.
"Yeah, it is," she states bluntly. She gets up from the chair, taking a seat on the edge of my desk, "But, don't worry, Nick's too blind to tell that you're madly in love with him. I swear, I think you would have to write it on your forehead for him to realize it," she says, shaking her head unbelievingly.
"It's not like I'd ever have a chance with him anyways, he's Mr. Perfect and I'm… well, I'm me."
"Shut up!" Demi shouts, lightly smacking my head.
"Ow," I whisper, covering my head in case the desire to hit me again takes over.
"You're one of the most beautiful girls that I know Miley, I don't know how anyone that looks like you could say something that would imply that you are anything less than perfect," she says, her eyes wide.
"You're my best friend, you're obligated to tell me stuff like that," I say, shrugging my shoulders and turning toward my computer.
"You make absolutely no sense," and she continues to go on and on about how stupid I am for not thinking I'm beautiful or whatever. I completely block her out, opening up my e-mail and searching through some of the new ones I've received between yesterday and today.
That's when I come across an e-mail from a person that can only mean one thing.
"Miles, what happened?" Demi asks, and I realize that my face has completely turned upside down.
"Taylor's coming for a visit," I state, looking over at her.
"Oh Lord, the Devil's coming home," Demi says.
I turn my chair around, stunned by the complete change in the weather. The clouds are turning gray and the ocean isn't at rest, but instead there are multiple waves crashing against the shore. And not just any type of waves, the mad and angry kind that predict a storm is coming.
A/n: I'm not really sure about this one. But, I'm wanting to start a new story. So, it's up to you all. Should I do it?