Elly's POV*

Welp, I was screwed. I never checked the weather for New York City so now I'm in a donut shop in 30 Rockafeller Plaza in a cardigan and leggings praying that when I step out it won't be too cold. I have gotten myself the warmest coffee they had and a donut. I decided when I returned outside I'd drink another coffee. The door swung open and I looked up, just another customer. Why was I so paranoid that my parents would find me? It's not like they have the money to get from Kansas to New York.

"Oh, you again..." The worker began. Was this lady mean?

"Don't even I give you good business. I have the money will you give me my 16 assorted donuts or no?"

"Ugh fine. What do you want?"

"I'll take one chocolate, one glazed, one powdered sugar, one..." At this point, I was lost. Her order was long and complicated.

"To here or to go?"

"Um... here I'm going to make a new friend like a normal person!" She said pointing me.

"Oh, good lord..." I whispered. The lady sat down at the seat across from me and I glared her down. "A little creepy to try to 'make friends' with a kid you don't even know. Let me guess, you're going to ask if I want candy from your van?"

"No of course not! I don't kidnap people."

"Well that's sort of reassuring but it also isn't good manors to invite yourself to other people's tables." I took a sip of coffee. "Also you look like you work at some 9-5 job, stayed late and got into an argument with some celebrity within the past couple hours."

"Actually it's 9-8 and it wasn't any celebrity it was Tracy Jorden."

"And you allow yourself to be ridiculed by Tracy Jorden, the C-List actor of all people?"

"You sound a lot like my boss."

"Before you say anything, no I won't let you ramble on about him only for me to reply things like 'Uh huh.' or 'Ya I know right he really is a bitch.'"

"Nope don't worry me and Jack are decent friends."

"Wow, congratulations! A third wave feminist such as yourself found a male friend that you haven't fallen in love with!"

"Why are you so cold?"

"Doesn't the weather reflect your behavior to? For you... it doesn't reflect much you just have lettuce stuck in your hair."

"Oh come on you have to have noticed that too!" She pulled it out and I stood up.

"Whatever unlike your boss, I have the dignity to not fall into your problems. May we never meet again."

"Wait! What's your name?" I turned back to the strange lady.

"I'm not inclined to disclose that information." And with that, I took off into the chilly winter night.

Even though I was shivering and freezing to death, I still couldn't help be happy about the level of professionalism I have begun to take on. But I truly needed to find somewhere warm. I found a piece of broken glass on the ground and noticed that my lips were blue and my skin was pale. Looking over the railing, I skipped the glass shard across the lake.

"Damn it only went twice."

"Maybe better posture would help. You also need an eye for the smooth stones." I whipped around to see an older guy with silver hair. "Straighten your spine and keep your arm at level with your upper chest. Keep a light grip on the stone, move your arm back and propel it forward!" I did as followed and the stone skipped five times.

"Woah your really good at this! What's your-" But he was already gone.

I turned the other way to find him running off. Of course, I managed to catch up with him.

"Wait how did you-"

"Hate to break it to you but your 50. I'm much faster. So who are you?"

"I'm Jack Donaghy. And you are?"

"Just call me Elly. Though I just wanted to say thank you. That's all." I began to walk away but Jack stopped me.

"You look a little pale. Have you been out here this entire night?"

"Of course not."

"Then tell me why your lips are blueberry blue when I clearly see cherry lipstick smudges indicating that your color of choice is red."

"Look I got places to be. Goodnight." I said more sternly this time.

"Your perplexion tells me you have only eaten once today. This leads me to think your homeless and just arrived in New York."

"And your one of those bigshots who own a big company and uses your money on booze and women. You think you're the alpha male but your too prideful to realize you someone's subordinate."

"Vice president for East Coast Television and microwave oven programming for G.E."

"You live a sad life but your also a business obstacle."

"Huh?"

"I want to take over NBC and you would be in my way. I suppose when I'm 18 we'll meet again." He grabbed my sleeve again.

"Why do you want control of the company?"

"It's part of my life plan. Take over a big company young then have plenty of room in the future to grow. Simply I love negotiation. If only I were better at it. But if that was my life I'd be happy."

"Where is your intelligence at?"

"High school senior. I learned fast."

"You seem to have the needed chaos considering your homeless. What about your humility. Could you stand down to someone?"

"If my life was on the line then yes."

"Alright, then I'll make you a deal. Come with me, ill train you in my ways so you can take over the company when you come of age. How does that sound?" I looked the man dead in the eyes and nodded.

"Sure why the hell not. I got nothing to lose." I swore I heard a million demons scream at me not to shake this mans hand but I did.

That turned out to be the worst mistake of my life.