Sorry I haven't uploaded in so long! I have been sick and I just have a few other stories to finish. Despite other things I have to do in my life (*cough*procrastinating*cough*), I will put this up. Just for you. :)

After going through the pain of developing the pictures, Sonny appeared with them in his hands. I mean seriously, why couldn't he have done it himself? It was Deiter's job, not his.

"Here. I did it. All four of them." Deiter frowned.

"Why are you telling me? I think you need them, am I right?" Sonny sighed in annoyance.

"Yes, but-"

"They look fine. You probably want to head back to the office." Why did Deiter keep interrupting him?

"Yeah, sure." He tried to get out of there so he wouldn't be asked to do something that he could have done himself.

"Sonny. Is that your name? Can you give this letter to Minette? Thank you." Sonny took it and headed out the door and outside. I wonder what's inside this envelope, Sonny thought. As curious as he was, he couldn't just open somebody else's letter, especially if it was his boss's!

Well, if it was hand-written by her ex-boyfriend, why would she want this?

Once Sonny was in the subway, heading back to the office, he finally tore it open and read it:

Dear Minette,

If you receive this letter (which I doubt you will read), I just want you to know that I still love you. Even when you give me those hard looks, or brush me off, I care. And It hurts to know that you may never return my affections, ever. Why do you ignore me so? I did nothing wrong, yet you break the wondrous tie we once had. You only tell me it was because you were 'under stress' or 'you weren't interested anymore'. But I know the truth.

Someone else has captured your heart.

But who could it be? After all I have done for you! The sneaking I did to look at your enemy, Hugo Butterly's designs, the extra hours I worked to make ends meet for the both of us when not even necessary, the passionate love making we had the night I proposed to you... You wanted more than I did-

You didn't seem to take that into consideration, did you? But without any actual knowledge why you have broken up with me, I would just assume you were just selfish. A selfish woman who used me. It's funny, how my brain knows this, but my heart denies it.

Your heart-broken ex-boyfriend,

Deiter

Sonny gagged after reading the mushy letter to himself. No way did Deiter write this.

But who else could have written it?

Perhaps he could use to his advantage in the future...

Sonny glanced around the office, bored out of his mind. He didn't feel like doing work today ( what's new?) . He thought about talking to Heather, but she was dull as well. And kind of a kiss up to Minette.

Day 2

It's already day two and I am really bored. I can't sight-see now because of the huge work-load I have been given, but I will get through with this!

I don't feel like it right now.

But I have done something;l I have gotten a pretty good understanding of the people I have met so far:

Minette: A weirdo much? She wears a mask all the time, saying it's some kind of statement. If it was a statement, wouldn't people know why you wear it? She's also very moody. No, I did not find any Bipolar medication bottles lying around. But she sure has a therapist ( according to Heather ). Minette's one to put anybody on edge.

Heather Mckay: She's alright. Except for the fact that she is a workaholic, and tells on every single thing I do that seems even remotely wrong. And a stick up the ass, much? I tried telling her one of my awesome alien jokes, but she ruined it by saying they weren't real and that she didn't get it. I think I'm starting to really like her. Not. She also has a crush on Deiter. Who knew ( except Deiter. He could care less than he already does about her, considering he's obsessed with getting back together with Minette).

Deiter Von Schwesterkrank: A male version of Heather. Sort of. While she's snappy, he's more mean. I have a feeling he doesn't like a lot of people. Then again, his job requires him to interact with models, including women. He seems like testosterone - scented pray for the ladies. And being an 'attractive' photographer like himself who is famous, doesn't help his stress.

Sonny added drawings to his notebook, and chuckled. Then Heather decided to instigate.

"What's so funny, Sonny?" The brunette asked in that obnoxious voice of hers.

"Not that you would care." She walked over and quickly snatched the book from my hands before I could react. How dare she?

"Oohh... Sonny's in trouble. You wrote bad things about me in here, didn't you?" She snapped.

"Sure. Why not?" Her face turned red and she angrily flipped through the pages.

"This isn't funny. You are supposed to be doing your work." I smiled, trying to look innocent.

"But I am, Heather. I was just taking notes, is all-" Then Heather grinned.

"I bet Minette would love to see this. And plus the fact that she's been under a lot of stress lately..."

"Heather. Can I have my notebook back?" I asked, thinking of excuses in my head why I shouldn't tackle her and take it. She shoved it in her drawer and locked it.

"Not until you do some chores for me."

"C'mon, Heather-"

"I need you to go to the Pont Neuf park and fetch me a parrot. I'm going to a costume party tonight with some friends. Do that, and I will think about giving it back. Now go." Sonny let out a sigh of defeat. What other choice did he have?

"Oh, and Sonny? If you haven't already, make sure you have met Jean Michelle and given him the pictures from Deiter. I'm sure he will give you a good impression to write down in that journal of yours."

Something tells me I'm not going to like this.