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Onwards to chapter Two!

But first the Disclaimer! I do not own Maximum Ride, or the rights to the life of Fang. (Sob) I also don't own People Magazine. Now no one can sue me for all I have; even if all I have is a few cents and a very lonely collection of MR books; minus Max. (More sobbing)

7 years later:

A normal day; blue sky, warm breeze. A boring day at work; interviewing new journalists/photographers. You would think working as editor of People Magazine would be glamorous. Well you're dead wrong. The most exciting thing that's happened so far was when my co worker randomly went into labor in the break room. Seriously, she didn't even know she was pregnant. (Someone slept around a lot…) Moving on…

8 hours of work seems endless when you have 50 people to interview. The first 48 didn't have any real chance at all. They were all borderline losers and didn't stand out. Their interviews went by in a blur. A female photographer showed some real potential. She was professional, had an attitude that everyone respected, and of course, she took excellent pictures.

"And this is my latest piece of work." She was saying, "It's still on my camera; I shot it… 40 minutes ago. They guy waiting next to me was real photogenic. He has that kind of face that you just can't resist. He threatened to break the camera when he figured out he was my subject, but it was worth the risk." My breath literally left me in a whoosh. I was looking into the person's eyes, which mirrored my beloved's. His jet black hair, overlong and in his eyes; his black ensemble. If Fang had a twin, this guy was it.

"You said that this was the man next to you?"

"Yep"

"I have to interview him next?"

"Umm, yeah?" Clearly, she was a little uncomfortable.

"Great," I said, my teeth clenched, "You're pictures are wonderful. Thanks for coming in." I stood.

"You're going to call when you decide who gets the job?"

"Yes ma'am." Now, I spoke with my assistant in a hushed voice,

"I'll be back. Don't start the next interview yet."

He looked at me with his head cocked, "Where do you got to be?"

"Bathroom?" It was more of a question, but he understood.

I tried not to look toward the lobby on my way out, but it was unavoidable. There, seated with a magazine perched in his lap, sat someone I would never forget. I'd promised him that much.

I guess I started to stare, because he turned to face me after a minute. His grin was playful, his eyes readable. He was clearly amused. Just the way he sat, the way he held himself, it was all too similar. It was all too much. My lunch started to come up. I raced to the bathroom and just barely made it to the rim of the toilet. Wiping my mouth, I stood up and got a good look at myself. My face was pale, my body shaking.

Several minutes later, a knock came at the door. It squeaked open, and my assistant stood there, looking urgent.

"Are you okay? We need to get this last interview done and over with."

"I'm coming." I grumbled.

"Good." He turned on his heel and left.

Now comes the fun part; the interview. I entered the room and came face to face with the look alike. His hands rested behind his head, his dark eyes closed tightly.

Clearing my throat, I announced, "I'm Max Ride," I offered a hand. He warily accepted it, his eyes now holding mischief.

"Nick Lorenzo. Age 22," I read off his application.

"Born in LA, decent student all through high school and wants to be a journalist for People Magazine…" He smiled, "This stuff is easy. Can we get on with the interview?"

"Fine. Who inspired you to apply for this line of work?"

"Odd question, don't you think?"

"Just answer it."

"Alright, I read this blog on the internet. A kid like me, a life un-like anyone else's. He spoke the truth, this Fang guy. He inspired me." I tried not to let my emotions show as I continued on.

"Would an attraction to a co-worker stop you from completing your work because you can't keep it in your pants?"

"That's not the question. Really, what's next?"

"That is the question, written right here in black and white. Now answer the question, smart ass."

"Is it legal to harass potential co-workers?"

"Hell if I know. Now answer the damn question."

"Fine, an attraction to a co-worker would only affect my job performance if she was a red head or a cocky brunette."

"You're lying."

"Am I?"

"It says here that you have a history with mistreating women, is this correct."

"I handcuff a woman to my bed one time and everyone knows about it."

"You disgust me." I slammed the clipboard onto the table.

"You know you want to have coffee with me."

"With you? Are you serious?"

"Quite."

"You want me to have coffee; with you?"

"Maybe then you'll stop bs-ing me on my interview questions."

"Fair enough."

"Let's go then."

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