The yellow cab came to a screeching halt. She shuffled through her new Chanel purse and stuffed the 20 dollar bill in the man's hand. "Thank you!" she called out before quickly hopping out of the car. It was another crazy, but typical day in the city of New York. The roads were filled with honking, angry cars and the streets were crowded with intimidating, face-paced workers. A rush of people brushed past Miley as she stood there in awe, in front of the building that had the words "Teen Vogue" incrested largely on the glass building that stretched up to the blue sky. She had waited her whole 23 years of life to be here and finally, finally she was. It was true, dreams could come true. She could hear the cars behind her honking and the drivers arguing out the windows. Raising her arm up to read the time - 8:58, Miley closed her eyes and took one last breath. With a nervously beating heart, she made her way towards the door.

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"Come in!" Miley took a deep breath. She had no idea what would await on the other side of the door. Her boss would either be the sweetest thing ever or she could be like Miranda Presley from Devil Wears Prada. Although she always imagined herself as more of a sterner person than Anne Hathaway's character, Miley couldn't help her hands from shaking. Okay, so the movie wasn' actually real, but when you watch it well over 10 times, you come to realize that it actuall could be real. They say that it was based off a true story...so what if it was actually the Miranda Presley inspired character behind that door? Slowly, with shaking hands, Miley twisted the doorknob open.

The door flung open as a gust of wind swept her hair. The first thing she noticed was the wall. It was plastered with a creamy white colour with metal lines hangers that clipped all the cover issues the magazine has ever published. There were covers of the hugest celebrities like Taylor Swift, Emma Watson and even Justin Bieber. There was a window that viewed the city behind the large glass desk. Scattered with papers and magazines all around, Miley could see the lady consumed in her work as she typed away on the computer. She had raven black, large curls with bright, red lipstick. Her rectangular glasses fell loosely on her nose. She couldn't be more than 40 - maybe 45, give or take.

"Hi, Miss. Walles?" she approached the woman behind the desk with a hand reaching out intending to shake hers. "I'm Miley Stewart, the new worker here..." her voiced squeaked nervously as she introduced herself to her new boss for the first time.

"Stewart!" like a screeching hawk, she perked up. "Where's my coffee?"

"Uhh...I-, um, huh?" she quickly retrieved her hand as she stammered with every word. "I didn't...I mean I just got here, I didn't know..."

"Just because I didn't tell you doesn't mean you don't do it." she replied sternly. "Do you expect me to hold your hand while you work here? Well, that's not how it works, if you can't think without being told, you might as well not work here. Now make yourself useful and go fetch me my morning coffee, I can't concentrate with all these annoying distractions". She waved her hand, signalling her to leave her alone.

"Uhh.." was all Miley could come out with. Her first day and already, within 3 quick seconds, she had not made a good impression. Plus, what coffee? How did she like her coffee? Double milk, less sugar? Did she like some special decaf, mocha flavour?

"Oh, by the way, I have a gala this evening, I'm meeting with a heap of designers and producers. It was personally designed for me by Chloe and I need you to pick it up for me at her office. That is all for now. Run along now Ms. Stewart and don't disappoint me again."

Miley stood there with her mouth gaped open and eyes bulged out. Without saying anything, Miley turned around and headed out the door. What had she got herself into?

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"One regular coffee please," she stuck her hand into her purse and pulled out her coin wallet. Yup, her boss' cup of coffee was right out of her own wallet; her pay at the end of the month better be worth it.

"That'd be $1.75," the cashier punched into the register. Miley handed the coins to the worker in the Starbucks uniform and shuffled to the left to keep the long line moving. It was a small, little quaint Starbucks, but it was in the heart of the city which meant that their would be hundreds of office workers pouring into this small coffee shop at once. That was New York City; it's just filled with people who couldn't live without their daily coffee. It was something Miley couldn't understand, considering the fact that she hated how bitter coffee tasted.

"One regular coffee!" the person finally called out. Thinking that it was hers, Miley pushed passed the crowd of grumpy people who obviously haven't had their cup of coffee yet and made her way to the counter. She reached out for the cup and was about to say thank you, but that was when her soft, creamy hands touched someone elses.

"Oh! Sorry, is it yours?" Miley jumped and retrieved her hand quickly.

"It's fine, lady's first" the kind man said. Miley smiled and decided not to fight it; she was already late and she did not want to wait any longer for a coffee. Plus, the place was stuffy, she was about to fall down and faint with the amount of people crowding in it.

"Well, thanks," she smiled, looking up to the brown eyed boy. His hair was curled in a style that she had curiously never seen before. Without a second thought, she took the cup of coffee and was about to leave, but strangely, he stopped her.

"I'm Nick by the way, Nick Grey," he extended out an arm to shake.

Miley smiled sheepishly, she didn't want to be rude, "I'm Miley" she replied reluctantly.

"It's nice to meet you Miley," his soft lips curled into charming smirk as he continued to hold onto her hand. It was right then and there when something in her mind clicked; she knew it, this guy, he was nothing but a flirter, meaning he'd flirt with any and every pretty girl he meets.

She scoffed and smiled fakely to him. "Well, thanks again Nick," she turned her back and rolled her eyes; like she'd fall for that.

Sorry for the long update; been busy? This is just a short one, I wanted Miley and Nick to actually meet. P.S. reviewing is nice :) & I changed the changed my old name (lilteacupheart) to citylightdreams!

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