Tobias.

"Well I'm Beatrice Smith, and you are?"

The nervousness and confusion subsides and all I feel is pain. I love her. I spent years crying for her; desperately imagining what her face would look like in my bed every morning. And she is asking who I am.

Reality kicks in hard. This is just a business meeting. She is just an associate. She is just asking for my name. I stare at her, unable to speak or move. Any person should be agitated at my unusual behavior.

She turns to the man standing next to her.

"Martin, I don't know why you brought this guy in. We are running a business here and we certainly do not have time for amateurs."

Who is this girl? She speaks in the same tone and voice that her appearance gives off. An uptight business woman with little patience. I almost laugh. This is not Tris. The woman before me has her body, her face, her hair, but she is not my Tris. I feel another wave of sharp pain.

"Tobias Johnson." I say. My voice cracks a little.

She looks me up. I feel unnerved by her glare.

"Hmmm. Nice name. Martin, you can leave now. Tobias and I have much to discuss." She said my name but it doesn't sound right. It sounds like what any stranger would call me. Maybe it's because when she'd say it, it was my new name. Only when she passed, people started calling me Tobias. I've probably just gotten used to it.

Deep down I know this is not true.

She makes a gesture telling me to sit in the chair opposite from the one on the other side of her desk. I sit, still and stiff while I wait for her to speak.

She doesn't.

She knows.

No she doesn't. She can't. What did Zeke even tell me I was here for? I think I'm supposed to be posing as an agent.

"I apologize for my behavior. I've had a rough morning. But yes I would like to discuss my client…" Oh shit what was his name. "…Josh."

She doesn't say anything back but she stares at me with an ice cold glare. I feel goose bumps creeping in my arms.

"You mean Justin? It's extremely concerning to me that you do not even know the name of your own client. Especially considering how famous he is. It's very unprofessional, Tobias."

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.

"Uhm, yes sorry ma'm. I just-" my face burns from being so flustered and Tris bursts out laughing.

"Oh god, you should've seen the look on your face." More laughter. "Listen Tobias, I know you're completely bullshitting this meeting. I know why you're really here."

My heart lurches. She does? She knows who I am? I feel confused, betrayed, and happy all at once.

"People do this all the time!"

Wait what?

"Listen, I know your just an average, mid twenties guy looking for job at a fancy company to impress a girl or some shit."

Oh.

"And usually, when fools like you come and beg me for a job, I send them out the door before they can say 'I'll do it for free'. But I'm not gonna do it with you. I like you. You look promising. Plus our staff really needs to work on their visual appearance."

I don't know what to think. I feel flattered. But I have a job in Chicago? I can't believe I'm actually thinking this. This is Tris. Tris is real and alive. Even though she seems to have lost all memory, I will find it back. I will have her love me again. Screw Chicago.

"I'll take it. Whatever job you have for me. And just so you know, I'm not doing it to impress a girl."

"How about being an editor? You can work on this floor, two offices from the left of mine. Be here every morning aside from weekends at 8 am sharp. Then we have a deal."

"Deal."

We shake on it. My hand didn't go right through hers. Tris is living, breathing. She is here.

I ride down the elevator wondering if I should punch or hug Zeke. I should do both.

"How'd it go?" He says to me slyly, looking sheepish.

"Maybe you'd know if you were there. So I'm not going to tell you."

"What? She was my friend too. You have to tell me. Besides even though I wasn't there, I was being proactive. I rented us rooms like 5 minutes away and-" He reaches into the bag I have just now realized he was carrying. "Here. It's a burrito. Not like the disgusting ones from Chicago. This one is actually good. Put it in your mouth this instance."

He was right it's delicious.

We check into the two rooms that Zeke rented and I open the door to mine.

My jaw drops.

It's massive. There are giant windows in the place of walls, the kitchen is entirely made of metal, and it looks like something out of a movie. It's bigger than my own apartment in Chicago. Speaking of, I need to figure out what is going to happen when I don't show up to work tomorrow. Or the next. Or the next.

I call my boss. He picks us on the fifth ring.

"Tobias?"

"Hey, George. Listen, I can't be at work for the rest of the week and I don't really know when I'll be back. My mother. She just passed away. I need to be here to support my family." I try to sound sullen.

My mother is one of the main leaders of the government. But he doesn't know that. George is a nice guy, and thankfully, he's pretty gullible too.

"Oh, that's awful. It's ok you stay there as long as you need to I'll take care of everything here."

"Thank you, George. It means a lot."

I hang up and chuckle. Idiot.

Zeke comes into the room. Good.

"Hey man, the night is young. We should be out exploring the new town." He sounds so cheesy. I ignore him.

"How did you know about this? All of this. You seem so comfortable being here."

"I told you, I was at work, I saw a picture of Tris, I did some researching. Investigating. Maybe a bit of stalking. And now here we are. That's it."

"Okay? And how do you plan on finding Uriah?" It's a risky question. Zeke and I have just reconnected and Uriah is a sensitive subject for the both of us. He face turns solemn.

"I don't. I don't even know if he is alive. I just have this gut feeling. I mean we miraculously found Tris. Who's to say it won't happen again?"

I know it won't happen. Tris was a miracle. A once in a lifetime miracle. It's not going to happen again and he's only getting his hopes us for nothing. I won't tell him this though. For obvious reasons.

"But on a better note, c'mon. There's this bar that everyone at the office was talking about. We have to go."

I laugh. Look at Zeke, acting like he knows the place.

It never occurred to me that when he said the office people talked about this place, he actually meant the office people. Maybe one or two employees. But no, this bar is crowded with every single worker, just in jeans instead of skirts and suits. That includes Tris.

Tris.

I see her at the bar, sitting on a stool, sipping a beer, dressed in tight black clothing. I feel my stomach flip. She almost looks like my girlfriend.

Almost.

She spots me.

"Tobias!" She waves for me to come over and Zeke nudges me to move. I sit in the stool next to her and order a drink.

"Wow, I know you want to work with us and everything, but I didn't know you were desperate enough to find our hangout."

I don't know if I should be offended. Tris would never say this. To anyone. It's odd just to see her drinking alcohol. I don't know if I like it.

"I'm actually just here because a friend dragged me." I sip my drink.

"Sure." She looks at me again.

"Drinking in front of your boss? Classy." She snickers. This is not Tris. I shouldn't even call her Tris. I'll just stick with Beatrice. The name sounds stuck up. Of course I never told her this because I loved her. But I do not love the girl sitting in front of me.

"We're not at work." I say flatly.

"Whatever." She gets up and walks away.

Can I love her again?

I don't know.

Whoo! Update hell yeah. Lol im getting excitied about this story. Thanks for everyone who reviewed and followed. Please, keep the reviews coming. I like to know how im doing. Anyway, I realize that this is only the second chapter, but I need to vent. As usual. We are reading Divergent in school. I repeat. I AM READING DIVERGENT IN SCHOOL. Its going to suck epically because all of these people who annoy me are going to annoy me even more by talking about something that I have basically dedicated my entire life to and ughhhhh. Like theyre all gonna pretend theyre the biggest fans ever when they cant even pronounce erudite right. And they wont even know what al smells like or who Robert and susan are. Omg kill me now please. Lol. Sorry. You can review with emotional support.

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