When The Sky Falls - Book 2 - N. Y. (love novels in english .txt) 📗

a sort of issue. Marybella is completely stable for the announcement."

 

"She’s stable that’s good isn’t it?" I say.

 

 

Rikki shakes her head in disagreement.

 

"No, that means she’ll be herself during the announcement, isn’t something bad gonna happen? You know, when she usually gets like this."

 

Like this.

 

I knew, but we had to keep trucking on.

 

I give Rikki a look.

 

"Okay, listen Rikki, if she’s herself throughout the announcement that means we have to ignore her comments and still go on with it, okay?"

 

 

Rikki nods her head and goes back to her section.

 

Lauren reminds me we have 2 minutes before we announce, as everyone comes and sits in white chairs below the stage.

 

 

The intercom comes on and someone speaks.

 

Music plays on the intercom to get everyone's attention.

 

It's bubbly and souful. Everyone starts bobbing their heads along. 

 

 

A few seconds go by and the person behind the intercom announces.

 

 

"One minute before the big announcement for the award show."

 

The intercom goes off and everyone sits down in the white chairs, while me and Lauren go up on stage.

 

 

I never knew walking up those faithful little stairs to the stage would be a dream for me, not only that, but with my boss.

 

Everyone, especially the workers, sat down. Ready to hear our announcement.

 

Everyone get’s quiet as soon as Vanessa walks in. And of course she’s invited (front row seat).

 

 

It’s for the writers and designers, and Vanessa definitely had to be there.

 

A moment goes by before Lauren speaks and everyone, especially Vanessa is quiet.

 

 

"Workers and bosses of FARELLE, It has come upon my time to announce that the writers and design department will be getting an award party for part-taking in doing your job since you first started here. Or since you’ve done a good job representing FARELLE. Like the writer and editor of FARELLE magazine."

 

Everyone slides a look, knowing of course Lauren was talking about me.

 

She continues.

 

"Elle, who is outstanding, is a faithful and loyal FARELLE employee and might I say, the best writer and editor of FARELLE that we ever had. Ladies and Gentlemen, Ms. Elle Woods."

 

 

Everyone begins to clap, but Vanessa stands up.

 

"Hold on, let me just say, what is it that 'our' Elle Woods has done for our magazine company? Isn’t everyone wondering that?"

 

 

Everyone in the crowd mumbles to one another and Lauren slowly pushes me towards the side to talk in the microphone.

 

"Now hold on Miss Vanessa,  are you really thinking you can inbetween her speech and mine to ask specific questions like that. Elle has done enough to bring this company to greater heights, and that’s none of your business."

 

"I'm just asking," Vanessa begins.

 

"Oh no," I whisper.

 

The speech was over, before it began.

 

 

Vanessa smiles which makes her look even greater. Who can blame the designer for a killer look.

 

"Elle? What have you done to make FARELLE soar to greater heights, then what we’ve been before?"

 

 

Everyone’s stares at me, Vanessa’s eyes glued to mine. I almost stumbled on my words but I eventually spoke.

 

"As you said Vanessa, what have i done for FARELLE? I brought our one and only good source, Marybella, here. She’s working for FARELLE rather than some other magazine company, who almost stole her away from us. I brought a rival back into FARELLE and we didn’t make a fit over what happened years ago. Instead we settled things and made it work. I brought in the juiciest stories from around the globe, and finally. I know some of you may not know her, but she’s gonna bring back the impact we have on people’s lives again like last year. She’s my assistant and the newest intern for FARELLE, Sara Walker."

 

Everyone claps in agreement.

 

I felt proud to get up there and speak my mind.

 

But now, only Vanessa wasn't stumped. Maybe now the writers department will get their revenge on the design department for what they did last time.

 

 

"And I just have to ask Vanessa, since you are our designer department boss. What has Marcus or you brought to our company?" I asked.

 

Lauren shifts her weight towards me, raising her eyebrow to Vanessa.

 

 

Vanessa looks around at everyone, I could tell that she was stumped. And no answer came out, except the fact that she left in the middle of the announcement, and Marcus followed behind her.

 

Lauren buds in before everyone can get up to leave.

 

"Before you leave, a quick message, don’t forget to find something to wear for the award show in a few weeks.'' She hollered.

 

 

Everyone went back to work and Lauren turned to me.

 

"Thank you, honestly, Elle. I never knew you could make Vanessa get stumped in front of everyone here. Uou’ve got something and I guarantee that you’ll keep working for FARELLE. No one will replace you."

 

Lauren walks back to her office.

 

I return back to my receptionist desk.

 

--

 

Why is our lunch so serious, we only have 30 minutes and yet when it’s time to go back to work, it’s business.

 

Everyone running, struggling to get back to work. In less than 4 minutes.

 

Who made up this rule, because every single day, lunch is like a fight on school grounds.

 

 

There's hair being pulled, food all over the floor. In people’s shoes, makeup drawn all over the girls bathroom walls and writing I will kill you after lunch.

 

When everyone’s running out of the cafe it’s like the zombie apocalypse, chaos is left behind.

 

 

Freakin, after a big fight trying to get back to work, I see chips and snack bags being trampled over by humans.

  

 

The first time I ate lunch here I swear to god I saw a rhino come in crashing through the glass doors.

  

If you think you can work for FARELLE, you better get yourself a plan before your survive your first world war at lunch.

 

 

There's 1 minute remaining before the stupid lunch bell rings.

 

Lauren already got a head start to the doors. Because she’s boss, no one wants to mess with them.

 

Luckily, I know my boss and she’s awesome.

 

 

"Elle over here. I saved you a spot, luckily if I wasn’t here all these employees will be all over the doors. But thank god, because now their surrounding me and the doors."

 

 

The bell rang and everyone ran towards the doors, not matter who was behind it or in front of it.

 

 

It turns out it Sara was in front of it, and it was too late. She was crushed and trampled on.

 

I felt sorry for Sara, but I didn’t do anything about it.

 

 

Marybella marches over, some time after lunch to my desk.

 

"So get this, what Rikki said about me being drunk and acting like a mess for 2 hours was true. Right?" Marybella says.

 

Rikki shows up next to her and starts eating her appetizers from lunch. With her mouth full, she speaks.

 

"Well, technically Marybella you were Beyoncé for 2 hours, but you survived."

 

 

Rikki swallows her food, takes a sip of water then continues.

 

"And Elle never leave me alone with Marybella again. She’s trouble, and never ever agree to take her back to 90 Rockers again."

 

Marybella interrupts.

 

 

"Well let me just say, you did a good job handling myself for 2 hours. Even my boyfriend can’t get me to stay still."

 

Marybella angrily huffs out a breath.

 

She pulls something out of her purse, it was a breath mint. She pours a powder substance into her own water bottle and then pulls out something else, that really scares me.

 

It was a box set full of cigarettes.

 

 

I knew Marybella had a problem with smoking, since the first day I met her.

 

"Marybella are you gonna smoke again? We talked about this and you made a commitment." I whisper.

 

 

She places the box on my table near her water bottle.

 

"Relax Elle, I have it under control, plus if I drink this breath sweetener drink after I smoke, my breath won’t smell bad or cause anyone to get asthma."

 

 

She pulled out a cigarette and flashes her lighter to light up her cig.

 

I yell, whispering again.

 

"Marybella, I will buy you a green mint chocolate ice cream right now if you don’t light one up right now, I swear!"

 

 

She stops before she had a chance to let the lighter touch the tip of her cigarette.

 

"Really you’ll do that, so I don’t blow up the room?"

 

I reply honestly.

 

"Yes I will, now promise me you won’t light one up until after work or at least till I talk to you about it again."

 

She puts out her hand waiting for me to hand over my credit card, I give it to her and she rushes over, disappearing with it.

 

"I hope I have enough money leftover, I can’t believe this girl." I say, shaking my head nervously.

 

"Me and Rikki are gonna have to solve this problem again." Jeff said, finishing whatever he was eating.

 

"Didn't you eat lunch?" I ask.

 

"Yes."

 

 

He was probably standing there for a while, I didn’t notice him.

 

He leaves after his answer.

 

Marybella skips back over to my desk, holding not one but two mini cups of mint green chocolate ice cream.

 

"You're card went through. I know you’ll do anything for me and as for payback, here's one ice cream for you."

 

 

She hands the ice cream to me and I take it.

 

"You know, were not supposed to be eating during work right?" I say.

 

"Who says?" Marybella replies.

 

 

She had a mouthful of ice cream, and a sheepish smile.

 

When I set down the cup, ready to take a bit, I saw Sara walking in, coming towards me 

 

 

"Elle, just to let you know. I got ran over by 200 interns during lunch today, but I still ate this tasty lunch at a park. And I got a story, on an old lady who used to live in this apartment building. They called her Mrs. Wilson, anyways i’m ready to start typing the story."

 

 

Before she had the chance to go back to her desk, I stopped her.

 

"Hold on. Did you say, an old lady named Mrs. Wilson?" I ask.

 

She nods.

 

 

Sara rushes over to her desk and starts on her story.

 

I couldn't shake that fact that she said she had a story on Mrs. Wilson.

 

 

I used to know a person named Mrs. Wilson, she lived on the 3rd floor in the apartment building I previously lived in.

 

My heart beats at the thought, it couldn't be the same person.

 

 

Lauren stopped by my desk an hour later, telling me to get the guest list ready for important people to come for the award show. And Marybella’s name was the first one on the list.

 

Obviously, she's a mega star in america. As well as Russia.

 

 

 

Later, I was preparing to go back home as I wrote a quick message to Jacob.

 

I knew I had to say something about Sara’s story, I mean it’s great.

 

But it has me on edge, a little.

 

 

"Okay, guess that’s it! Sara, i’m gonna head out. You fine being here for a few minutes?" I finally say.

 

 

She looks up towards me. "Yeah i’m gonna be fine, don’t worry about me."

 

Before I got down from the receptionist desk, I asked Sara another question.

 

 

"Sara, do you know who Mrs. Wilson is? In the story you're writing?"

 

She shakes her head. "No. But I heard someone say, they knew her from long ago. Do you know anything about this person?"

 

I shake my head. "No, just asking. Oh and Sara?"

 

 

She looks back up at me.

 

"Yeah?"

 

"You ate lunch in a park today?"

 

"Yeah."

 

I nodded my head then ask. "Do you not eat lunch here?"

 

 

"I did yesterday and on my first day. But I decided the park would be more roomy than a crowded cafe filled with interns."

 

"Alright, I'll see ya tomorrow." I reply.

 

"Bye, Ms. Elle."

 

 

I left through the doors and went down to my car.

 

--

 

Sara's P.O.V

 

 

Just a mintue later Vanessa showed up.

 

"Hey Sara, how are you? Okay? Just to ask, are you leaving now?"

 

 

Vanessa seemed concerned, but it didn’t bother me.

 

"Nope, just gonna print my story and drop it off in Lauren’s office before I leave."

 

 

Vanessa hums a tune while I click on my computer to print my story.

 

 

I walk towards the print machine and get my paper.

 

I go back to my desk to grab my things before heading to Lauren’s office, and then I see Vanessa.

 

Still standing by my desk.

 

 

"Hope your way home is safe, bye." she says.

 

 

I make my way to Lauren’s office, then Vanessa stops me.

 

"Sorry to bother but do you want me to take