Date: 21st February 2012
A week had passed. A week filled with the same, repetitive, activities. A week filled with nothing but longing for Rose. For her, it felt like life was set in slow motion. Every night, she went the bar and secretly hope that she would 'accidently' fall into his arms- again. Every time the door opened she would look up and hope to see his face, to finally pluck up the courage and actually get his number. Once again luck wasn't on her side.
Lissa was too engrossed in her new found relationship with Christian that she didn't notice how Rose felt. Every time she mentioned a romantic escapade with Christian Rose would become even more jealous. Also, the fact that Rose and Christian didn't exactly get on didn't help either.
Flashback
Rose and Lissa were sitting in a coffee shop, the buzzing of customers coming and going adding to the atmosphere. The smell of coffee lingered in the air; you could practically taste it on your taste buds.
Lissa sighed. "I know it's too soon to tell but I feel like he's the one."
Rose stared over her shoulder, looking out of the window, seeing if she could spot her object of interest before turning her attention back to her friend. "So, you think he's the one?"
Lissa nodded. "I don't know how to explain what we have. It's like a connection or something, you know? It's deep and it just feels right."
"Well, I wish you the best of luck."
A beeping sound interrupted the conversation. "Must be Christian," clarified Lissa.
She pulled out her phone and read the new text message. Rose went back to drinking her hot chocolate and took a bite out of her freshly baked doughnut. Lissa smiled and turned around to look through the window.
"Christian," Lissa breathed.
Rose lifted her head and saw Christian standing there with his usual smirk on his face. She rolled her eyes at his expression. He walked through the doors and towards their table.
"Good afternoon ladies how are we today?" asked Christian.
"Like you didn't text Lissa how she was several minutes ago," Rose spoke.
"It's called being polite Rosie. Maybe when it's your birthday we can book you elocution lessons?" he remarked.
"Maybe I should teach you a lesson if you call me Rosie again. It's a lesson you will not want to forget."
"Guys, play nice," warned Lissa.
"I am being nice, that has to be the nicest threat I have ever given out to someone," Rose protested.
Lissa gave her a disapproving look, the type of look a mother would use on her misbehaved child. Rose blew out a frustrated sigh and threw her hands up in the air, nearly knocking her beverage over.
"Why is it always me that gets that look? Why don't you give that scolding Christian? He did start it after all."
"I will, later," promised Lissa.
"I think I will enjoy being punished," said Christian as he took the seat next Lissa.
Rose groaned. "Keep the disgusting flirting away from me please."
Christian leaned over and softly pecked Lissa's cheek causing her to blush. "Oops, sorry I will try refrain myself for future notice." Lissa giggled and stared deep into Christian's eyes.
"Do you guys want me to leave so you can privacy?"
"That would be great," said Christian whilst at the same time Lissa said, "No, we are good." They glanced at each other before having some type of mock glaring contest.
"You know what, I'm going to go anyway before this gets even creepier," said Rose.
Lissa and Christian were too busy looking at the other they didn't notice Rose leave.
End of flashback
Rose was currently sat at her friend's breakfast table looking at a sheet of paper.
"Not that I don't enjoy your company but, you seem to hanging out at my place an awful lot recently. Why?" queried Lissa.
Rose replied, "Well, I may or may not be avoiding Stan."
"Stan Alto? Your landlord?"
"Yes, it may seem to be that I am behind in my rent."
"Rose."
"I know, I know. I just need to find a job then I'll be sorted; then you won't have to worry and act like my mother."
"I can't not worry about you the things you have done in the past; I'm surprised those things haven't been the death of me. But, that's beside the point, your job preference?"
"Well, I would like to be the ultimate ruler of hell but for that job I would have to be six feet under."
Lissa rolled her eyes. "Fine, maybe a bartender or receptionist the possibilities are endless."
"Sounds good-" Lissa's phone rang interrupting the conversation. "That must be Christian."
She left the room to answer her phone. Yeah, he's always constantly ringing you I'm surprised you're not joined at the hip.
Date: 24th February 2013
Rose entered the modern, glass building. She had got a job at Zeklos' Enterprises as a personal assistant for the owner after her extensive job search. She was fortunate that she stumbled across the job advertisement.
Her heels clicked on the polished floor as Rose stepped through the doors. People were busy hustling through the crowds going to the lifts and rooms on the ground floor. In front of her was a long reception desk; all of the receptionists were blonde and had similar physiques, similar to models. She reached the desk and stood in front waiting to be noticed, clearing her throat one of the blonde receptionists finally looked up.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm the new personal assistant for Mr Zeklos," Rose replied.
The receptionist nodded and looked back at the computer screen. "Rose Hathaway?"
"That's me."
Rose could hear the shuffling of papers behind the desk as the receptionist was searching for something.
"Ok, so you will have to sign in and here is your ID badge, your contract that you will have to sign and that should be it for now. The lifts are on the right; your floor is twenty. When you arrive at the floor someone should be there to inform you of your duties. If you need any extra help you can always ask me, my name is Mia," the receptionist said.
Rose grabbed the items from Mia's hand. "Thank you Mia, I'll take you up on that offer of help if I need it."
"You're welcome, have a good day Rose."
Rose reached the twentieth floor. The view was spectacular, the neighbouring buildings on the skyline added to the city vibe. It was breathtaking!
"It's a beautiful view, isn't it?" asked a voice disrupting Rose's admiring glaze.
She turned around and saw a very, handsome young man standing there with his hands in his pockets. He looked to about at least six foot two inches. His blonde hair was styled to perfection and his smouldering blue eyes stared at her. He was wearing the classical businessman attire- an expensive black suit, with a trendy tie and leather shoes.
"Indeed it is. You must be Mr Zeklos?"
"Correct and you must be my new personal assistant Rose Hathaway?"
"Correct."
He walked up to her and stretched out his hand. "A pleasure to meet you," he spoke.
She reciprocated the gesture. "Likewise," she replied.
"Shall we get down to business?"
She nodded and followed him into his office. The room was on the large size with a desk occupying in front of the far wall, opposite the door. In the corner was a beige corner settee. He sat on his behind his desk and gesture to the seat in front.
"Please sit down."
Rose followed his order and sat down crossing one leg over the other, in the process hitching up her skirt.
"Today is your first day so I won't bombard you with the heavy stuff, yet. Your desk is outside my office and your lunch break will be at twelve, it will last for forty-five minutes. You will be allowed a fifteen minute break three hours after you have finished your lunch break. For today you will answering my calls and managing my schedule; you will need to inform me of any changes immediately. Also, you will let me know when a client has arrived. The more experience you gain the more work you will issued with, are we clear?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, Ms Kirova will be outside to settle you in."
Rose got the message that she was being dismissed and made her way to leave the room before her boss' voice startled her.
"I hope we will enjoy our working relationship."
Rose left the room. A tired looking woman with vulture like features was stood near smaller desks on the floor.
Must be Ms Kirova. Rose made her way to her in order to introduce herself.
"I'm not interested in who you are and how you are pleased to meet me. That desk next to the plant is yours, don't screw up," she said and left the waiting room.
Well, she definitely has a charming character that's for sure. It could have gone worse, I suppose.
"Making enemies already Rose, what a great way to start!"
"Do make a habit of talking to yourself as well as falling over?"
Rose looked up and saw a pair of intrigued brown eyes.
"Holy crap, it's you!"