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“Good morning Evelyn!” - you greeted the bakery owner when you walked to the counter, placing your folder down and starting to dig your wallet from your bag.
“Morning Y/N, same as usual?” - she asked while taking already huge takeaway coffee cup and starting to pour coffee into it before actually waiting for you to answer.
“You know me too well.” - you smiled at her while digging your bag at the same time.
“Always the same, big coffee with little cream in it.” - she said while putting the pot away and adding the cream, while you finally found your wallet and started to look the coins.
“Y/N, you know you don’t need to pay anything, you had helped us so much with your flyers and all that you will get your coffee here free for the rest of your life.” - she told while pushing the cork into your mug and landing your coffee on the counter front of you.
“I know.” - you said digging the coins from your wallet and putting them in the glass jar where read on the side of it “Tips.”
“You are the sweetest girl I know. I wish I had a daughter like you.” - Evelyn smiled sadly, she was in her late fifties and for the last five years you had been living in the city you started to become friends with her. You knew she had a son who was working in the army, so he was away for longer times.
“Why won’t you have any nice young gentlemen in your life? You are a piece of gold.” - she continued while wiping the counter with her hand while you dropped your wallet back to your purse.
“My career is now what I want to focus. The office might get this big deal and if we get it I won’t have time for boyfriend.” - you grabbed your coffee to your other hand while taking your folder to your other one.
“You should work little less.” - Evelyn pointed while another customer asked more coffee from the table, and she took the pot and walked around the counter.
“I love my job. Is my dream.” - you smiled as walking toward the door.
“See you tomorrow morning Y/N.” - Evelyn yelled at you as you raised your hand with the coffee to her before walked out of the bakery.
You truly were living in a dream. You always wanted to be a graphic designer, since you were a kid you loved drawing and when you were a teenager you got your first computer and found the magical world of the graphics.
After graduating from college you moved away from your hometown when you find out that one of the biggest marketing offices in the States was looking for a trainee.
There were lots of people trying to get that place, and you were sure you had no change since you hadn’t any education.
But they made their decision based on the three different work which they made you do.
And your work was the best one. So you got it.
You were a trainee less than six months, when your boss, Kathryn, asked if you wanted a full-day job as a younger graphic designer because they were so amazed at your talents.
Now it has been over four years since you started, now you were one of the best artists of the company, you wished that someday you could lead your own group.
You lived only ten minutes driveway with metro at the office.
As you walked toward the huge glass doors, you searched your keycard from your bag.
Walking to the huge glass doors, you checked yourself in by wiping your keycard and stepping inside the building.
“Morning Y/N!” - Jamie, young gay men greeted you behind the counter in the hall.
“Morning Jamie.” - you smiled as you made your way to the elevators.
“How’s the GM doing?” - he yelled as you pressed the button to call the lift.
“Waiting for accepting!” - you yelled back while taking a sip of your coffee.
“You are the fastest one!” - he screamed back when the doors got open and you stepped inside the lift.
“Well, I love my job!” - you yelled back and heard how he giggled before the doors got closed between you two.
The lift took you to the fifth floor, and when the doors got open, there was already full swarming going on.
You had a flexible timetable so you can come when you want between 7 am and 11 am and leave after you had done certain hours. If you needed to leave earlier you can leave, and made the extra hours on a different day.
And since you were little lazy in the morning, wanting to drink your coffee and read the morning paper in peace, you were usually the last one arriving at work about 10 am.
Your heels clopped on the floor when you made your way through the office to your work desk, people greeting you with joy and smile.
As you reached your desk, putting down your folder and coffee, you noticed there were a card and a flower bouquet in the vase on your desk.
You smiled and sat down while putting your bag on the floor and took the card and read it.
“Congrats on the GM work.”
You looked up and saw blue eyes greeting you behind your desk.
“So they accepted it?” You chuckled, putting the card down and opening your computer.
“If you would come earlier to work you would know that already.” - the man leaned your desk with his hands, smirking.
“I love to take my mornings easy.” - you said as you wrote your password.
Man hummed and nodded to the flowers. “You deserved those.”
“Mike, please, we were on a one date.” - you chuckled and opened your fold.
“Those are for GM work.” - Mike smiled at you and you shook your head.
“Well thank you. Excuse me, I have to start working, and I bet you had something going on too.” - you took a sip of your coffee and looked at him trying to give him a hint to leave.
“Yea, nice work Y/N.” - he said before left to his own work desk.
You shook your head again while checking your email and started working.
A few minutes later, young trainee, Melanie walked toward your desk.
“Y/N, Kathryn wants to see you.”
“I’ll be right there in a second.” - you looked at her with a smile. Melanie was not many years younger than you, and you had become good friends since she started as a trainee in the office. You gave her tips what she should do to prove that she wanted a permanent job there because you were in the same situation years ago.
Melanie continued her way, as you answered to one email before you got your phone, keys and walked to your bosses room.
The door was open, as usual, Kathryn almost never keeps it closed because she wanted her employers to know they can come whenever they want.
You knocked on the door frame when you saw she was on the phone, and when she looked up at you, huge smile raised to her lips,.and.she motioned you to step in and sit down.
You walked to her table and sat down in the other chair, while Kathryn laughed at something to the phone.
“Hey Patrick, my best artist just came in, I’ll call you later! Okay, see you darlin’!“ - Kathryn ended the call and looked at you.
"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” - she stood up from her chair and walked around the table.
“You girl are just amazing!” - a high pitched sound left her when she suddenly grabbed you up by your hands and hugged you tightly.
You couldn’t help but laugh a little and hug her back. She took a hold of your shoulder and pulled you to look at you.
“I can’t believe we have such an amazing artist as you here!”
“Please, I’m not that good!” - you felt how your cheeks blushed hardly, you loved your style and all, but you never imagined that you would be so good how everyone in the office was thinking.
“Seriously! The GM job, perfect!” - Kathryn shooked you slightly before she let go of you and leaned a little to her desk with her ass while you sat back down to the chair.
“So, you are just going to praise me, or you had something else for me?” - you asked while crossing your other leg over your other one, wiping a little your jeans when you waited for her to tell you why she wanted to see you.
“Well, actually…” - Kathryn turned a little to take a folder from her desk, opening it, and while she did that you saw on the folder’s cover that there was the studio’s logo in there.
“The studio was looking for a designer to their upcoming video, and as always, I send them most suitable’s artists work to choose the one whose talents they could use the best.”
She read the papers inside the folder, and you were wondering, had she send them your work and had they send you? Why else would she call you in her room and tell you all of this?
You had never been chosen to the job outside the Graphics section. Kathryn was clever, she never told to her workers which one’s works she sends to the other sections when they were looking for someone to their project. Se only told the one who they picked, so nobody won’t expect anything or get disappointed if they weren’t chosen.
“Managing director of the studio was really impressed with your work, and without looking other one’s work, he chose you.” - Kathryn looked at you behind the folder with a proud smile on her face.
Your eyes widened from shock and surprise.
“Really?!” - you couldn’t believe it.
“Absolutely, he wants to see you today at noon.” - Kathryn closed the folder and offered it to you. You looked at the folder and her in turns. Was this for real?
“Really?” - you didn’t know what else to say. Normally you were confident and all, but now you were sure you were still sleeping in your bed, dreaming.
“Yes, really. So take this before I call him and tell him you didn’t want it.”
You quickly grabbed the folder from her hand, making her laugh.
“You really think I would do that? You deserved this project.” - Kathryn walked again behind her desk.
“So he’s expecting you at noon in his office at the studio section.” - she said while sitting down in her chair, while you stood up, walking toward the door.
When you were about to cross the door, you realized something and you quickly turned to look at Kathryn.
“What is his name?”
You saw as wicked smile raised to her lips before her lips parted.
“Samuel Drake.”