Innocently Falling

NP: Welcome to New York by Taylor swift "The sun will come out tomorrow bethcha bottom dollar i don't know the lyrics but I know that there is a word tomorrow" Ok. I know. I am not a great singer but who cares. No one can hear me except me. Maybe Mrs. Simmons can hear me but I bet she's sleeping.

My alarm woke me at exactly 5am and I am in good mood because today is Interview day! I start my day by getting a bread from Scar's pantry for my toast and an egg from Scar's fridge oh and also a water from her pitcher. After the incident wherein I ask her if she can give me food she told me to h

JAMES POV Being a CEO is not easy. Magazines may portray us having an easy life. Jetsetting in private islands, having party in yatchs or canoodling with supermodels. What a bullshit. If that is true why am I here in my office at 12 midnight typing a presentation and reviewing all the financial

"Is there something wrong in your area?" He sounded worried. Or is It just my imagination? "Uh no. Here " I hand him all the files. I have to get out of here that is the only thing I am thinking. "Bye!" I waved again and walk fast across the floor awkwardly and wait at the elevator banks. Why do

I look where the sound come from and I see Mr. Ceo just raise his right eyebrow and make a come closer gesture. I approach his table slowly. Afraid that I might break something. As I near his table he finished his call and catch the word "Yallah Ma'a Salam." I know that is not definitely an english word. "Sit down Ella. Please." He gesture on the plush chair in front of his table. As I sat down I hear a mechanical sound again at my back and suddenly the glass wall turned opaque again and the door is closed. What an awesome room. I wonder whose idea is it to build a glass wall. I am sure it cost a lot. Is it bullet proof though? My daydreaming was interrupted when he says " Is that my documents Ella?" "Huh?" Documents? *10 seconds brain processing* He pointed to the papers that I am holding. Oh! I forgot. What's with him that make my brain more scattered and unorganize as it is? I smiled at him sheepishly and hand him the files. "Thank you." He told me while scanning the f