- Chapter 1 –

You're Fired, Wait…

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or nothin'

- One month ago.

"Come in." A deep voice called.

"You called me…?" I asked nervously, slowly walking closer to his desk. My hesitation must have been so painfully obvious. My eyes looked at everything except his. Sweat rolled down my forehead and the room became so hot.

"Lucy," he sighed, "sit down." He motioned me to sit down on the huge, fluffy chair. Usually I'd enjoy sitting there, but today… not so much. "You know Lucy, having you on the team has been such an honor. You are such a smart girl and you have so much potential." He leaned up to his desk, folded his hands and stared me straight into the eye. "But…"

Oh no. But. But what?

"You're fired."

Wait. What. Why? I could feel the room get dark and my stomach tighten. Everything around me started to spin.

"Lucy? Lucy? Lucy!" he waved his hands in front of my face in an attempt to snap me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry." I could feel my face heat up.

"Lucy, you're being transferred."

Oh God is on my side today. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

For about a minute I stared at him. Straight in the face. He did the same to me. Then it hit me.

"Wait so… You're not firing me?" I asked while fiddling with my hair.

His face lid up, "Oh God Lucy of course not!" He laughed. "Lucy you are one of our most precious employees. Why would I fire you?" I shrugged with a smile. Might I say though, that felt nice. I feel special. "Lucy. You work so hard and put so much effort into this job." I could feel my mouth curl up. "That's why I think you should lay off a bit. And relax."

What.

He leaned back into his chair and smiled, "Lucy. I know how much you put into this job and I truly appreciate it. I was just like you at your age. But I want you to relax. I mean Lucy come on you're young. You finished collage early and you should just live your life." He handed me an envelope. "Here. This is your last paycheck from me. I gave you extra for your trip." Once again he smiled, but it was different. It was a warm, genuine smile.

"Oh. I can't." I mean it. I can't take extra money from him.

"Lucy you're like a daughter to me. I've known you for quite some time. And I know your dad is very proud of you." I rolled my eyes.

"He doesn't care. He has work that's more important." His smile turned into a frown.

"Lucy your dad is so proud of you. I can't even stress that enough. I mean it. Whenever I talk to him he always asks about you and how you're doing. Basically he never doesn't care."

I sigh deeply, "Then why doesn't he come to me to talk?"

"Lucy we both know your dad is a bit… awkward. Especially since your mom passed away." His head dropped slightly and his eyes were full of sorrow. His eyes drift to floor and back to me, "Lucy your father is a great man with a great heart. I know it's frustrating that he's always away, but trust me and just give him some time." Then my eyes drift away from him and I find myself staring at the envelope.

"Sir I really can't take this."

"Lucy. Think of this as a gift for everything you've done." He smiles. Again the warm, genuine smile.

I sigh in defeat, "Alright. Thank you." I take the envelope and slide it into my purse. "Thank you."

"So Lucy. About your transfer." His face totally lighted up and he had a half smiling half smirking look.

- Now.

New York, New York.

Ugh! It's been hours since I've landed and my luggage is still not here. What's going on? What if they can't find it? Or what if someone stole it? Crap.

So many things have been going wrong. First there was this snow storm so all my flights were canceled for almost a month. It was November! It doesn't snow in November. I'm no scientist but snow storms don't last like a month in New York… At least I thought not. Okay maybe I'm exaggerating, but still.

Now my luggage is MIA.

What next?

"Hello Miss?" My head and many other people's heads quickly turns around to see a tall, blonde lady. Her face told me she's extremely uncomfortable and she averted my eyes. "I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, but we couldn't find some of the luggages."

What.

People started to talk amongst themselves, "We are looking for them still, so don't worry."

One hour later.

Great. My luggage with all my warm clothes is gone. Now I'm stuck with my backback (Thank God) and my clothes I have on. Well at least I still have my Plue.

When they transferred me I took my dog with me. Is that bad? I don't care I love him.

"Well Plue, welcome to New York City."

Hey I just want to say sorry for my other stories. I never finished them, but I have changed. Frankly though I don't know if I'll finish them, but I'll totally write new stories. I'm not the best writer so sorry that my stories aren't that great. I'm genuinely trying. Also sorry for any grammar mistakes. Well thanks so much for reading and new chapter later I promise :D