I tried to increase my pace without splashing mud water all over my body but it obviously was a poor attempt because I only took two steps and one would think I washed my shoes with mud.

I paused.

Took a deep breath in, I can do this without losing my temper. I don't have to get frustrated. I can do it.

I walked a few steps before realising something, I live a very miserable life. If not why will I be the only one walking in the rain without any umbrella or any place to hide from the rain.

It took a week before I was able to get over what happened in Harry's B&C company. And I made up my mind the day before to go further in my search for a job which took me to T&M company.

Guess who got turned down ?

All of my life, I've never felt so useless. Wait, who was I kidding? If I wasn't useless my brother wouldn't be laying on his sick bed at the moment fighting for his life.

It took me all I had not to break down and cry my eyes out. I gave up trying to avoid the mud, what was the use anyways?

I increased my pace as I turned the corner that led to my apartment, the one I shared with my boyfriend, Nathan.

Nathan is a journalist who worked for Conde Mast as a senior writer, he was caring enough for a boyfriend and he was always there for me and even helped me in the job hunt but every one of them was not business related.
I couldn't help but smile at the thought of him, he was such a sweet guy and would probably be home sitting cross legged with his laptop resting on his leg as he typed away, he never had friends and he had a limit to social interactions, humans annoyed him that much and the few he actually liked, he could kill for.

And that was exactly how i met him, legs crossed, laptop lying on top of his legs and a mug in his hand sitting on the couch. He noticed me come in and stood up, approaching me with his hands outstretched. He got to me and hugged me lifting me up and placed a kiss on my forehead. He was a busy man but that didn't stop him from being romantic whenever he had the time and that was what I loved most about him.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" He scooped me up and carried me to the couch, sitting beside me he also scooped my legs up and started to massage them. It was exactly what I needed.

"It was perfect, I mean why else would I get mud all over me, scoot I don't want to stain your clothes." I tried lifting my legs but he forced them back down and gave me a look.

"It can always be washed, now let's talk about your " perfect" day. I gather that you didn't get the job right." I gave him a nod. "Good, you'll come with me to Conde Mast tomorrow."

"Uh okay, but why?" I was surprised, he never took me to his work place even when I would get so bored and practically beg him to take me. He was a senior writer anyway so there was no way they'd punish him for bringing me, he just chose not to.

"I think there might be something you could do. You know maybe there'll actually be a vacant post you could fill. And I don't think they'd refuse a recommendation from the senior officer."

"But I do not have qualifications for it, I studied business remember? I doubt they'd employ me." I said with a pout.

"You could write for the business department, you know..business related stuff."

"Okay, if you say so. How was your day? Let's not talk only about me."

"Oh, it was pretty much the same. I barely had time to have lunch you know, we've all been working hard on this annual publication which is due next month. Lucky you, we could use extra hands." The idea of only getting a job because extra hands were needed wasn't appealing to me but did I have a choice?

"Can you prepare me something to eat? I'm starved." Nathan said. I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn't his slave but closed it right back. I shouldn't complain. After all, he was the one who pays the house rent and pays for all the groceries we use. The least I could do was prepare him meals.

I sighed and got up.

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I stared at my watch again and huffed in annoyance. I've been waiting for Nathan outside the newsroom for over 2 hours. We were going to his personal office when he was sent for by the head of celebrity department, apparently there was a juicy gist about a celebrity. He had insisted I follow him to the newsroom and made me sit on a couch right in front of the office now I've been having cramps in my butt. Just great.

The door opened and a tieless Nathan and another man walked out. His blazer was flung carelessly on his shoulder and he was in a heated conversation with the other man who noticed me and nodded at my direction.

Nathan looked at me and his eyes widened. "Oh God, I totally forgot that you were here, I'm so sorry." He begged and I could tell he was sincere.

"It's fine." I smiled a little to ease his guilt.

"Irving, This is my girlfriend, Greta." He introduced me to the guy standing beside him. Irving stretched his hand and I took it.

"Nice to meet you."

"Same."

"I want to recommend her to the business department, do you think they'll accept her? Or is there any vacant space she could fill?"

Irving shook his head slowly, looking me up and down. It was obvious he didn't like was he saw and he didn't even make an effort to hide it. I wonder how Nathan didn't notice him staring me down.

"No, I don't think they will. The business department is too full I think I heard Susan complaining about how stuffed it is. I guess the only vacant job is in the reception, as a cook." Nathan frowned.

"I don't think she'd like that. Would you sweetheart?" I couldn't help but glare at the both of them, I didn't know if they were just joking but from the serious expressions they both had on. It took me my all not to smack them across the face. I might be jobless but that doesn't mean I'd lost my dignity. So without further ado, I stood and walked out.

Once outside I stopped. I've been doing a lot of that lately, walking out.

I wondered if I stupid to reject the job offer Vincent Harry proposed. I shook my head, I'd never become someone's slut.

Even if your brother's life depends on it? A tiny voice whispered in my head.

What if there was another way to get pregnant without actually having sex? Would he let me do that? Or was this a way to get me to be one of his mistresses?

Use your brain, Greta. Even if he wanted a mistress it would never be you, he has a list of celebrities who would gladly be one.

Then why me? Why choose me to be his baby mama? I have average height, average looks, no money. What does a man like him any with me?

I forced the thought out of my head and walked out of the elevator. I was lucky to have a cab drop someone so I waved it down and was about to get in when my bag was violently snatched from me. I looked to my side to see the culprit sprinting down the road. He crossed the road, avoiding the cars like a pro and when I tried to follow him, loud horns blared in my ears and insults were thrown my way. He was gone by the time I was done apologising to the drivers.

The cab was gone too as well as the few dollars I had in my purse. How will I get home?

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