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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!"
"Me?"
"You, you're the guy, the guy at the bar." Great, now I sound like I am actually a complete total idiot Rose thought.
"I know."
There was an awkward silence. Rose didn't know where to look; she resulted to looking down at her hands twiddling with her fingers. Here's the chance you've been waiting Rose, strike up a conversation and get his number!
"So this 'holy crap' thing is that how you greet clients?" he finally asked.
"I wouldn't know I've only just started. However, I could try it see how popular I can become by immediately grabbing their attention as soon as walk in. Although, if their over the age of fifty it could result in a heart attack; I don't think the boss would be entirely happy if that happened. He could get slapped with a law suit for manslaughter."
He chuckled. Rose couldn't help think that it was a beautiful sound; she couldn't help but notice that it sounded like he didn't actually laugh often. Ego boost!
"I'm sure they'll enjoy that. So today is your first day, it makes sense since I've never seen you here before. How well is it going?"
"Well, I haven't been here long enough to decide if it's going well or not just yet. Although, I did have a very interesting meeting with Ms Kirova that I will never forget. So, your here a lot are you?"
"Ah, Ms Kirova she's a... well let's just say she is someone who wouldn't like their feathers being ruffled. That's the only advice I can give you about her. To answer your second question, yes I am here frequently. I've known Ivan since we were children back in Russia."
"Russia?"
"Yeah," he smiled. "A small town called Baia but, you've probably never heard of it."
"Your right, I've never heard of it. What is it like?"
"Well..."
They both heard a cough and saw Ivan standing there with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Not interrupting anything am I, Dimitri?" he asked.
"I was just getting to know your new personal assistant, that's all Ivan."
Rose felt a stab of disappointment. He isn't interested in me, probably got a hot model girlfriend to warm his bed at night. Damn!
"Yeah sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. Rose? Are you ok?" Ivan asked.
Rose snapped out of her depressing thoughts. "I'm fine, just going to get started on the work."
"Good, come on in man. We have lots to talk about," Ivan said suggestively.
Rose made her to the chair at her desk and sat down. She stared at her reflection in the computer screen scrutinizing herself. She was good-looking, right? She had loads of men fawning over her exotic looks. Rose heard the gentle click as the door to Ivan's office finally shut. She looked at the phone and remembered Mia's last words- "If you need any extra help you can always ask me."
Lifting the phone, Rose pressed a number that would link her to the reception desk at the ground floor.
"Hello, this is Mia Rinaldi speaking. How may I help you?"
"Hey, Mia it's me Rose."
There was silence before Mia spoke in recognition, "Oh, hey Rose. How's it going?"
She quickly glanced at the office door before swivelling on her chair. "Ok for now. Have you ever had the chance to meet Kirova?"
"Vulture bitch? No I haven't but I've heard it's a pleasure to meet her," Mia replied with drops of sarcasm.
"Shame, I was just hoping today was an off day due to PMSing."
Mia laughed.
"She would be a lot worse if she was PMSing. I wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't gotten any in a while."
"Oh really, so how long do think it's been then?" Rose was baffled with the direction the conversation seemed to be going.
"Over ten years at least! I don't know how she does it, the longest I've been is a day and that was traumatizing for me. What about you? How long have been without getting laid?"
"You have no sense of privacy, do you?"
"What can I say; it's a flaw as well as an attribute to my amazing personality."
"I have no doubt about that."
"So..."
"So what?"
"Will you tell me?"
"Hell no!"
"Aw, come on Rose."
"This is where this conversation comes to end. Bye Mia."
"But..."
Before Mia had time to finish her sentence Rose pressed the end call button. She shook her head as if to get rid all of the disturbing thoughts that came with her chat with Mia. I'm never going to be able to look at Kirova seriously ever again.
The day passed by with no further interruptions. Rose thoroughly enjoyed her first day, she was fortunate not to have another encounter with Ms Kirova. She was afraid of what her reaction would be when she did finally see her. Before Dimitri had left earlier that morning he said good-bye to Rose.
Mia apologized to Rose at dinner for corrupting her mind with scarring thoughts, which would than likely have to be treated by drugs. Rose laughed at that. She got on well with Mia. It was like they have always known each other and were finally had the time to catch up. Someone said that they were 'two pies in a pod'.
Date: 1st March 2012
It was finally the weekend. Lissa had asked Rose if she wanted come over and have a girly night in at her house. Rose accepted as this would be the only time that she wouldn't have to put up with Christian.
They were both lounging in Lissa's living room; Lissa was painting her toenails whilst Rose snacked on the pop-corn. In the background Vampire Diaries was playing on the TV.
"What I would give to be Elena," sighed Rose dreamily.
"I know. She can't appreciate having two gorgeous guys wanting her."
Minutes past before Lissa said, "This is nice, just us two having a girly night to ourselves, no boys to disrupt us. Well, for now."
"For now?"
"Um, well my distant cousin Adrian will be staying with me when he arrives in the city."
"Playboy?"
"He's not a playboy and yes him."
"You knew who I was talking about you know when I said that. How long is he staying for?"
Lissa remained quiet.
"Lissa," urged Rose.
"As long as he wants," she finally said.
"WHAT!"
"Rose, he's not that bad."
"Not that bad? Did you seriously just say that? He might as well own a brothel as he is thatbad! How long till he arrives?"
"Tomorrow," Lissa quietly mumbled.
"Sorry?"
"Tomorrow."
"That's just great."
Date: 2nd March 2012
Lissa, Rose and Christian were stood outside Lissa's house waiting for Adrian's arrival.
"God, what the hell is he doing? He should be here by now saying how it's an honour to be in my glorious presence. Then I would threaten him and kick his ass," complained Rose.
"And here I was thinking I was the only one who you threatened; now I don't feel as special anymore," Christian said sarcastically.
"Oh don't worry with every threat and kick ass it is always different to the last. It helps to have variety, makes people fear you even more."
"You have some major issues, you do know that right?"
"I wouldn't call them issues per say, I would call violent tendencies to get the point across thoroughly."
"Violence is never the answer," Lissa said wisely.
"No, but it's a great solution," replied Rose.
The sounds of an engine cut the chat short. The taxi pulled next to the pavement to where they were standing. The door suddenly opened revealing a bronze haired guy with designer clothing. His emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as he made his way to greet his cousin.
"Lissa," he said and engulfed her in a hug.
"Adrian," she laughed.
Adrian made his way to Christian.
"Adrian Ivashkov, at your service," he said and held out his hand.
Christian took hold of his hand. "Christian Ozera, I've a deal of many things Adrian."
"Hopefully all good," replied Adrian cheekily.
Christian shrugged causing Adrian to burst out laughing.
"Can we go in now?" moaned Rose.
Adrian's head snapped towards Rose. He slowly grinned like The Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
"Now, now my little flower. There is no need to be like that. Oh, you might want to change your expression, it looks like you want to punch something."
Oh, you have no idea.