Yeah, I know you're probably pissed that I took so long to reply. I…ugh…I've been struggling with what we think is dyslexia but I have to get tests done. I'm sorry it's been so long with all my stories but I promise I'll update them all eventually.

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis

The office was gleaming from floor to ceiling. Bright colors, bits of fabrics, and sketched designs were everywhere you looked. Everyone looked busy and working on something important. Most of the employees were women, but I spotted a few men among them. Everyone had at least one cup of coffee with them.

I nervously walked up to the desk, feeling out of place already. A few heads turned as my heels clicked against the tiles, but most people were too preoccupied to pay me any attention.

I reached the desk but the receptionist paid me no attention and continued typing something up. I cleared my throat and his eyes looked up to meet mine. He was probably in his mid-thirties, judging by his shiny bald head and light wrinkles. His skin was tanned to the point of looking almost orange and his dark eyes had a critical light to them.

"Can I help you?" He asked. A snide tone tinted his voice and he gave me a long once over.

"I'm the new assistant to the assistant of-"

"Verona. Yes, I'll tell Jade you'll be right in." He said, picking up a phone and beginning to dial.

"Who's Jade?" I asked, my brows furrowing.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Your boss." After a few seconds he spoke again, but this time I knew it wasn't directed to me. "Jade? Yes, I have your new assistant. I'll send her right in." He hung up the phone and looked at me expectantly. "Aren't you going to go now?"

"Um, where's her office?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Here, Lila will show you. Lila!" He shouted, and a short red headed woman turned around. "Show the new girl to Jade's office."

Lila smiled at me and motioned to follow her. Her red hair was short and its curls sprung as she walked. She had light blue eyes and must have been wearing at least four inch heels, but she still barely cleared five feet.

"Sorry about Sebastian. He's not the friendliest person here. Come to think of it, almost no one is friendly here." She said, whispering to me. "Say, what did Sebastian say your name was again?"

"He didn't. My name is Amber. Amber Millington." I held out my hand and she shook it.

"Lila Andrews. You from England?" She asked as she pushed through a group of people carrying tall stacks of papers. One of them stumbled, causing neon yellow flyers to soar through the room.

"Sorry about that!" Lila shouted over her shoulder, but she didn't offer to help pick it up.

"Yeah, I'm from a London." I said, still looking at the mess we just caused.

"Don't worry about that." Lila said, patting my shoulder. "It's the interns' jobs to pick that kind of stuff up."

We continued walking through the busy place. I noticed people whispering to each other as I walked by.

"Ignore them. Everyone in this place loves good gossip. So, you're working for Jade? I do not envy you."

"What do you mean?" I watched as I saw a young girl looking frightened while following someone, writing in a notepad as the women talked to her.

"That's an intern." Lila said, shaking her head. "The poor dears. They're always so afraid." She took a swig of her coffee. "When I say I don't envy you, I say that because Jade is…well, you'll see. Here you are." She stopped in front of an oak door that had Jade Sweeney, Vice president of Evening Wear and assistant to Verona Claire, written on it.

"Good luck. You'll need it" Lila whispered before squeezing my shoulder and turning away.

I took two deep breaths and fixed my hair. When my heart beat slowed to one similar of a hummingbird's I raised my hand to knock.

Before my knuckles could even tap the oak, the door flew open and I came face to face with who I assumed was Jade.

She had black hair with waves that reached half way down her chest. She had green eyes that seemed almost catlike. Her skin was the color of porcelain and contrasted greatly with her dark mane. She stood at about 5'8 with her ridiculously high heels on. She stood with a certain superiority about her. Her arms were folded across her chest and her feet were positioned shoulder width apart. She did not seem like someone I wanted to mess with.

"Hi. I'm Amber Millington, your new assistant." I said pulling on a bright smile.

She returned a smile but it didn't meet her eyes. "Hello, I'm Jade Sweeney, as you undoubtedly know. Come into my office."

I stepped in nervously. It was a moderately sized room, with a desk, computer, and leather chairs on both sides of the desk. In a corner there was a sketch pad on an easel with a box of oil pastels and charcoal pencils next to it.

"Please, sit." Jade said, while sitting in the handsome chair on her side of the desk.

I sat in the one across from her, and smiled anxiously.

"As my assistant you'll have many duties to fulfill. It could be something as simple as a coffee run or something as complex as making a new design for me if I'm feeling generous. But everything you do for me is expected to be done quickly and efficiently. Do you understand?" She arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow as she waited for my response.

"Yes, Ms. Sweeney." I replied.

"Now, I need you to get me a large caramel latte, with no whipped cream and skim milk. You are to ask Verona and her team whether they would like a coffee to or not. Her office is right next door." She titled her head to right, showing where the office was located.

I nodded and scampered out of the room as fast as I could in my heels. Without thinking I knocked quickly on the door. Only after did I realize whose door I knocked on and started hyperventilating.

Verona actually opened her own door. She was even more beautiful and powerful in person. Her honey blonde hair was streaked with gold and was straight as a ruler at shoulder length. Her deep blue eyes twinkled when she saw me. Her clothes…I can't even begin to explain how beautiful her clothes her. They hung on her perfectly and complimented her figure. She was in her forties but any signs of aging were barely noticeable.

"Hello. Are you Amber Millington?" She asked, giving me a cold smile.

I nodded and said, "That's me."

"Hi, Amber. I'm Verona Claire. I'm assuming Jade sent you here to get coffee orders?"

"Yes, Ms. Claire." I replied.

"Here's a list. I'll expect you to have memorized the orders by tomorrow however. If you return back after more than a half hour or bring us cold coffees, I will reconsider your employment. Understand?" She asked, while pushing a piece of paper into my hand.

"Yes, Ms. Claire." I said quickly. I looked over the list and my heart sank. This many orders would take forever to get.

"Now go. I need my third morning coffee to stay awake." She shoved the door shut in my face.

I closed my eyes and whispered, "This is going to be harder than I thought."

…..

I arrived at a little coffee shop called 'The Java Spot' in about eight minutes. The place wasn't very crowded, so I was hopeful I would be able to get this done in time.

I walked up to the counter and read off my orders. "Can I have a caramel latte with skim milk and hold the whipped cream, a pumpkin spice with extra cream and extra sugar, a hazelnut as is, two French vanillas with extra cream but no sugar, and an iced caramel vanilla cream with extra cream and extra sugar?" I asked, while pulling out a credit card. I can't believe they're going to make me pay for all this.

The worker looked bewildered and started writing down things furiously fast.

I heard someone enter the shop, judging by the tinkling of the bells. I didn't bother turning around and continued to tap my nails against the counter while I waited for my coffees.

I looked around the cozy little shop. Plush chairs were set up around the little tables. There was a raised platform next to the window with bean bags on it and a small coffee table.

After about ten minutes my coffees was finally ready. I picked up the two cup holders they gave me and made to leave the door.

Suddenly I felt my right heel catch on something and I fell forwards, landing flat on my face. Miraculously, none of the coffees spilt but when I attempted to get up and put weight on my right ankle, I cried out in pain.

The man who had been waiting behind me in line rushed over to me and helped me up. He slung my arm around his shoulder and directed me to a table.

"Thank you." I said, while sitting down into a chair.

"No problem. Are you okay?" I looked up at the sound of a British accent. He had light blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He had a stocky build but he definitely looked in shape. He was giving me the brightest smile I had ever seen. My heart beat accelerated just from looking at him. He was attractive to say the least.

"Yeah, I'm sure my ankle is just twisted. Are you from London too?" I asked, curiosity building in me.

"No, Oxford." He replied, "It's nice to hear a normal accent again, isn't it?" He asked, laughing before sitting down in the chair across from me.

"Yes, you have no idea how weird it was for me to be surrounded by all these American accents. I'm Amber Millington, by the way."

"I'm Mick Campbell. What brings you to America? I mean, there must be some dream you're chasing." He said.

"I want to be a Fashion designer. I already have a job as an assistant but I don't think doing coffee runs is going to get me very far." My smile faltered as I came to this realization. I quickly recovered though and said, "What about you?"

"Well, I want to be a famous football player. But I couldn't get signed back home, so I came over here to see if maybe I was needed here, although football isn't nearly as popular here." He said and shrugged.

"Maybe you should try American football." I said, "That's really big here in the States."

"I'm not a fan of the tackling bit though." Mick said.

I nodded and absentmindedly checked my cell phone for the time. Crap! I only had five minutes until I was due back at work!

"Oh my god! I have to get back to work!" I carefully got out of my chair and put a little weight on my ankle. It wasn't too bad, in fact it was feeling better by the minute.

"Wait! I'll give you my number. In case you want to talk to someone with a normal accent again. Maybe over a coffee sometime?" He said.

"I'd like that." I smiled at him and scribbled my number down on a napkin. He did the same and we exchanged them.

"It was nice to meet you Mick." I gave him one last smile and picked up my coffees.

"It was nice to meet you too, Amber." He waved as I walked out of the shop.

I couldn't wait to see him again sometime, but I had to focus on getting back to work first. I hailed a taxi and prayed I would make it back on time.

There you go! They met as I said they would. What did you think of this? Was it in character? Too sudden of a meeting? What do you think? Please review.

~Love