I placed my hand over Jenny's knee before I stood up. "Where are you going?" She mumbled, finally looking up from her phone.

"I'm gonna go call a cab. It's time to get you out of here, sunshine. Tomorrow's your big day." I smiled at her, starting to walk towards the street.

I just wanted her to let me handle it, but as always, she couldn't stay out of it. "What about our stuff?"

I turned around, walking backwards as I looked at her. "I'm sure the taxi driver will help us out with our suitcases." Once again, I turned around, before yelling back at her. "Please, do not move from that bench. We don't know this place." I doubt she would though. She had food, and her phone with music. She didn't need anything else really.

As I crossed the street and got on the parking lot, I looked at the cars that were parked. They either black, or white, all of them looking like they were just drove out of a car salon. The automatic door opened, and a woman walked out of the building. She was wearing a skin tight black dress, her hair was tied in a bun. She carried a lot of papers in one hand, and a plastic cup of coffee and a phone in the other.

She had those everyday features I would say, but those cold eyes only matched the ones I saw an hour ago. I guess it was a business thing.

I looked down at myself. My favorite peach dress was okay I guess. I didn't want to look like a savage, so I ran my fingers through my hair before I walked in. I put the slightly curled locks behind my ear as the doors opened. I picked out to wear high heels today because by now, I was supposed to be the proud big sister, touring the college with Jenny.

The hall in before me was a lot bigger than I expected... Huge in fact. Right there across from me was a large reception table, white and tall, in the form of a semicircle. There were people walking around, some sitting on the black leather furniture on the side, and reading to magazines. Some passed me, talking on their phones... Everyone seemed to be doing some kind of a job.

And I, over here, was just confused on where to find a phone. Reception, I guess.

There was a woman behind the table. She was looking at her computer, and I had a second to absorb her features. Shiny olive skin, long locks of gorgeous dark hair falling wavy down her shoulders, and a white uniform-jacket unbuttoned and showing off a mind blowing necklace that blinded me from how much it shone under the white lights.

I got closer clearing my throat, but her large brown eyes looked up at me before I could say anything as she offered a dazzling white smile. "Hello, how can I help you?" Her voice was soft, and the way she said hello, gave me the urge to imitate her voice, but I just bit the inside of my cheek and cleared my throat again silently.

"Uh, yes, my meeting just got canceled and I need to make a few calls. Is it okay if I use this phone?" I gestured towards the fixed phone on the side of the tall reception table. I made up some deep bull crap, but being surrounded by all those fancy people... It sounded more believable to be fair.

She smiled, mumbling a small 'Of course', and telling me that there was a list of phone numbers if I needed some. I walked towards the phone, and just before I brought it up to my ear, I saw a woman walk on the reception right after me, starting to talk to the receptionist.

"I have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Bonner for the assistant job interview."

"Yes, his office is on the last floor. Miss Parker will take you from there." The woman mumbled a small thank you and walked towards the elevator. Her hair was crazy straight, blonde and falling down her back, and the skirt she was wearing was way too tight for a professional job interview.

My heart almost skipped a beat from the thought that popped in my head. Why didn't I think of that before? A job! That is what I needed. I just didn't have a meeting scheduled... I frowned, looking down at the phone. I could call a taxi and continue lying to Jenny about staying with a friend, or I could find an actual job, and possibly a nice apartment downtown.

I bit my lip. Could I be an assistant? No, that was insane... They weren't going to let me talk to whoever Mr. Bonner was just like that. There was security on every corner of this building. But then again, no one really payed attention, so it was worth to try.

I put down the phone. My heart seemed like it started beating in a hollow space, and I could feel my stomach turn unpleasantly, but I had to give it a try. I turned towards the elevator, starting to walk slowly. I was blending in fine, there shouldn't be a problem. I was sure Mr. Bonner had the time for another interview. How long can it possibly take?

I pressed the elevator button before glancing at my old favorite Marc Jecobs bag. I did a great job taking care of it for the past few years, and I carried it everywhere with me. It was gorgeous, no one could say no to it... Now, I barely had the money to pay a hotel room.

Taking out a magazine, and a few random papers, I wrapped my hand around them, like I was carrying a folder filled with solved murder cases. Everyone carried something. Walking in the elevator I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked fine. My hair was okay, not too messy, my mascara was still in place, I guess, and my lips were already way too red from biting them constantly. I could pass for a normal person.

I thanked God that the elevator only stopped once while I was in it, otherwise, I might've changed my mind and chickened out. When the elevator bell rang, and the door opened on the last floor, it felt as if my feet got glued on the ground. I was barely able to take in the air.

This floor was almost as same as the one downstairs. Just the furniture here was white instead of black, and there weren't as many people walking around. A glass wall was across the reception table, showing off an unbelievable view of a large green area, and the far New York City.

I took in a deep breath before walking towards the receptionist. The woman that was here for the job interview was already walking inside the only door at the end of the hall. The door was large and black, and I could actually imagine what kind of person that Mr. Bonner was.

I would guess... Someone in their mid fifties, probably married for the fifth time, and with at least 4 twenty year old side-chicks. But then again, I wasn't the one to predict or judge... Who knows, maybe Christian Gray was hiding behind that door.

I mentally shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. It didn't hurt to give it a try, eh? I licked my lips before walking towards the reception table. "Hi, I'm looking for Miss Parker." I spoke before the woman behind the table could really say anything. "I'm here for the assistant job interview."

"Your name please?" She said quietly, and her voice was almost the same as the woman that spoke to me downstairs. Crap. They had guest lists?

I bit my lip slightly, placing my hands on the reception table, but it looked so clean, I had the urge to put them away just so I wouldn't leave dirty fingerprints. "Uh, Anastasia. Anastasia White." I was still getting used to saying my mum's last name. Everyone knew us as the Nelsons, but unfortunately the Nelsons had a bad past and reputation here in Richwood.

A few seconds passed by as she stared at the computer. "Uh, I'm sorry Miss White, your name's not on the list." Well, like I didn't see that coming.

I felt the adrenaline pump in my system, my hands going cold instantly. I was a reasonable person. I could take a no. I just really wanted a job, especially at a place like this. "Uh, right. But you see, I talked to Mr. Bonner privately this morning, and since it was a last minute thing, I don't have a scheduled meeting with him." I explained quietly. "Can't he see me now?"

I noticed her looking back at me. There was this emotionless expression on her face. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Bonner is currently in the middle of his last job interview today, and in twenty minutes he'll be gone for a meeting. I can sign you up for," She glanced at her computer for a second. "Friday afternoon?"

I released a sharp breath. That was in two days... I needed a job right now. I leaned closer, lowering my voice. "Look, I'm sure Mr. Bonner can separate another ten minutes. I really need to see him today. It's not just a job interview, this is really important for me."

She stared at me for a few seconds. I wasn't sure if she was registering my words, or was she just deaf, or dumb, but I was sure I could convince her to let me in. I widen my eyes slightly, doing my best 'puppy-look' but that didn't really work on women.

She blinked a few times, glancing at her computer and then back at me. A small breath escaped her perfectly lined lips. "I'll try to swoop you in after Miss Reed. You can wait over there till they're done." She gestured towards the white couch.

A grin stretched my lips. "Thank you so much." I breathed out. I couldn't believe that actually worked. I walked towards the leather furniture and my ass sank into the softness of that couch. It was that feeling you get when you sit on an unbelievably soft couch or sofa, and my heart just skipped a beat for a second.

I looked around. The woman I just talked to kept answering phone calls. She was probably Mr. Bonner's secretary. Other than her soft voice, it was pure silence. The floor was so shiny, I could see my own reflection. It was really hard to concentrate on any of my thoughts. The perfection of this building took my breath away, and it was quite the distraction.

I put the magazine, a.k.a. the fake 'paper work' back in my bag, and looked down at my sandals. They were my favorite. Silver, shiny, and with thin belts that made my legs look longer. They won't last much longer though.

I had a few other pairs of shoes, including flats, a pair of sneakers, and an old pair of classic heels that Lyla gave me. She also offered me a place to stay there, but I needed a job, and Jenny's school was a lot closer to Richwood than New York. Besides, I still had unanswered questions. Unsaid stories about my past... The town was owning me those answers.

From time to time, I could feel my stomach turn nervously. Okay, so I got there. I was going to get in.. Then what? I didn't even have a resume, because on the previous 'job interviews' I went to, the only thing I was asked was if I smoked, if I was a alcohol addict, because they needed someone sober to clean the tables. And I couldn't even get that kind of job.

My self-conscious kept telling me: you lost your mind. I was going to embarrass the crap out of myself. There was no possible way for me to get through this interview like that little Miss Perfect that walked in a few minutes ago.

I was a freaking formal barmaid for crying out loud. I could make Mr. Bonner a great 'Sex on the beach' though, but that kind of offer would definitely not come out right.

I looked at the large plasma TV. There was one in almost every corner. The only thing going on were commercials. They should really change the channel. And then it hit me. Like that was the last puzzle, everything clicked and I figured it out. This was that famous commercial company. After the end of almost every commercial, there were small bald letters, simple and plain, saying 'Bonner Electronic Arts.' Ohh, that's why the name sounded familiar.

I thought of that commercial with a golden retriever that steals all the pancakes, and a smile started creeping on my face. So cute.

A beat passed, two... And I felt that sudden pain hit my head. The sharp breath that cut in my throat almost made me choke on my gum. Nooo. I couldn't work as an assistant in a freaking commercial company. I had no clue about technology. My heart just skipped a beat, but I did my best to cover up my sudden panic. I shifted on the couch, feeling my hands going cold.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Even that thing was made out of glass. Almost 4 pm. Maybe I was just supposed to give up... There was no way I was getting a job like this. I had no experience... Any kind of experience really. Nothing. It was an assistant job, requiring lots of papers and talks, and computer work, and... I breathed out slowly. Calm the freak down.

Everything was going to be fine. How hard could it be? I was a great worker, and a really fast learner. Besides, I wasn't even sure if this guy was going to agree on seeing me. If he did, I was just going to improvise, like I did many times before.

My thoughts got interrupted by a faded sound of a door opening. It felt as if every muscle on my body suddenly tensed. I glanced at the door. 'Miss Reed' walked out, her perfectly shiny heels were the most beautiful skin color, thin at the beginning, and perfect with her light skin color.

I was so concentrated on the shoes that I didn't even notice a man right behind her. My eyes fixed a pair of black Clarks, purely new. As my eyes roamed higher, I stared at perfectly lean legs, a tall figure, and a very familiar black tux. Higher and higher, I looked.

My heart stopped for a split second and then it started beating with an awfully rapid rhythm. Fuck. It was that guy from outside. Same black hair, same black suit, same perfect face... I felt my throat start to dry. My thoughts rushed so fast that it was almost impossible to form out a clear idea in my head. It all came to me.

He was Mr. Bonner?! As in "BONNER ELECTRONIC ARTS"?

I still hadn't even went in for the interview and I already fought with my possible boss less than an hour ago. I wondered what was going to happen on my first day...