It took you three days to do the job which is not your normal pace as it usually takes you over 5-8 hours to do something that needs to be done immediately. So whit this, Lita had her suspicion knowing you had a past with Natasha, but she let it be. The important thing is you finished it right away.

"She hasn't replied to my emails — the comoanies email, we can't print it right away," you bring sme senses to your obsessed manager.

Rolling her eyes. "It took you three whole days to finish the headline and now you want me to wait for another week — who knows how busy Romanoff's schedule is."

Sighing, "Well, it's not like I can just waltz in their building and ask—"

"Thats it! That's exactly what you are going to do," she had a big smile.

"What? Wait — I didn't mean, there are a lot of people here that you can send instead of me. Like Myraline from the third floor, I heard she's good talking to people,"

"No, I need you to go personally, not anyone else," she states.

"Why?"

"Because of your history with her, I'm sure she'd make time for you," She smirked, a teasing one as if she finds her idea a good one.

"I don't think it's a good idea," You stood your ground, as Lita glared back at you.

"Go, or kiss your job bye-bye."

"You can't blackmail me," you sternly say.

Lita arched an eyebrow at you without any intention to say anything, just waiting for you to say something she'll like to hear.
"Are you scared of her?" Lita suddenly say, curiously.

"What?" It caught you off guard. "Of course not it's just that, she makes my skin crawl."

"Yeah, the word's nervous. Now go, shoo, go get my headlines."

Turning your heels back to the door, you let a small 'hmp' sound before making your way to where you should be.

When you arrived at the said place, you were greeted by the familiar environment, and the people you used to work with. Yes, it was only a short amount of time that you worked here but there's just something about it that makes it so comfortable and different from other places that you used to work to.

"Y/N? Oh my lord it's you," Emily's smile was quick to make its way to her lips as she walked towards you. "What brings you back here? What happened? How have you been? God I have loads of questions to ask you."

"Hello, Em," you greet, mirroring her smile. "Is Miss Romanoff in?" You ask instead, disregarding her questions. "I need her to approve something really important."

"Oh," she gave you a quick look. "She's up in her nest as usual," she replies. "Do you want me to take you there?"

"No, don't bother, it's not like I haven't been here like ever, and besides I think it's your break, right?" You eye her lunch that she's holding. She's probably going to meet up with someone outside.

"This? It's okay, I can—"

"You're too nice, but I'm sure, I'll be fine, I know my way around here ya know," you ushered out, softly pushing her towards the exit. "Thanks Em!" You yelled the moment she passed the security guard and you ran as fast as you can to the lift which just in time to close.

Releasing a heavy breath, you hadn't realize that the lift was full of random people, all wearing black afiice clothes, which brings you a littls to the spotlight as you were wearing a rather much colorful top and dark pants. In your hands was the copy of the magazine.

Arriving at the right floor, you took a moment to collect your thoughts, heart slightly picking up the moment you realize that you're going to see her again after for how many months, plus having an unresolved ending is not really much of a help right now.

"I don't have an llappointment, what if she's in a meeting? Or something else. I could be interrupting something that I don't want to. I could embarrass myself." You mumble under yoyr breath, slowly walking down the hallway now. "I can do this, I'm just going to ask for her opinion then I'm gone. It's not like I need her opinion, I can just publish this — Shut up!"

Giving in one last breath, your knuckles finally hit the wooden door, three times.
"Come in."

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