AMELIA'S POV

Sometimes, I want to go back to my childhood and change everything. I wish I could live my childhood again but a better one. I wish my father was better. He would take me to the parks and picnics with mom. I would run and run all day and he would just laugh and play with me. Just like a normal family.

Now that it is impossible, I feel like doing all these things not caring about my age or about me being an adult. I just want to do everything I couldn't back then. That just makes me feel a little relieved and it feels like my life is a tad bit better.

I tapped my foot on the wooden floor of the elevator as I stared at the steel door. No one was here. Now who can be this early at work? I purposely came early so I would take the files from his office without facing him. I looked at my wrist watch.

6:03 AM.

I heard the ping sound as the elevator door opened and I stepped out straightening my sundress removing the invisible wrinkles. I entered my room and threw my bag on the table before exiting the room and reaching the devils' room. I was going to knock when I realized that it would be useless since he will not be inside. He would be probably sleeping in his cozy bed while drooling and here I am standing outside his door. I pushed open the heavy doors angrily and stumbled inside.

I straightened up but my breath hitched when I noticed a figure few feet away standing right in front of me. He was wearing the same baby blue shirt from yesterday whose sleeves were now rolled up showing his define muscles and veins popping out devilishly as he had stuffed his hands in his pant pockets.

Oh god! What's with me and the veins popping out?!

His jaw was clenched and he was staring right at me. I chuckled nervously fidgeting with my fingers.

"H...Hi."

"What are you doing here this early?" He asked calmly but anger was visible in his eyes.

"Umm...Work?" I said as I proceeded towards the shelf. I could feel him boring holes in my head. I almost jumped happily when I noticed all the R.117 files were placed separately on the round coffee table. I quickly picked them up and dashed towards the door and left before shouting,

"GOOD DAYYY!"

Phew!

"Success!" I squealed as I dropped the files on my table.

It took me consecutive three hours to go through all the files. I took out the blank papers and began with room designs while I listened to the Coldwater on my laptop. I can't do paper work without music. Once I tried to do it and I fell asleep. I forgot my hands free at home so I was listening it aloud when my door flew open revealing a very sexy Alarick...

Sexy? Oh shut up!

He was glaring at me. Why? I think glaring is his normal expression. I should get used to it.

"Hello." I greeted as I placed my paint brush down and waved at him with my paint splotched hand.

He rolled his eyes and dashed towards me. With in an instant he shut my laptop closed and waited with his hand on it till the song ended. His expression changed into calm one. I looked at him confusedly.

I got it.

"You don't like Justin Bieber?" I asked with world's biggest scowl on my face.

He furrowed his brows at me and then barked, "Who the hell is Justin Bieber?!"

I stood up shocked from my seat.

"What?! You don't know Justin Bieber? You don't have a right to live anymore! You know what? He is such a great person that if you're sinking, he can jump right into cold and very very cold water for you! He's lifeline." I squeaked.

Ops! Coldwater is on my head and Mr. Control Freak on my nerves.

He was staring at me like he was going to eat me.

"Haters gonna hate!" I shrugged, "You-"

"SHUT UP!" I jolt with fright due to his sudden outburst.

I clamped my mouth shut and kept glaring at him for not knowing JB. Giving me a last glare he left the room slamming the door in my face.

Thank you so much.

I slumped back into my chair and resumed my work without the aid of music.

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I am exhausted. Totally exhausted and starving.

There are twenty seven freaking floors of the hotel and each floor has like 30 rooms. And my jerk of a boss demanded different room design for each floor. Which means I have to make twenty seven different designs and please note almost all rooms seem like a suite! I am going to die making designs here in this stupid seat.

Finishing up with my tenth design, I stuck it into my file. There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in."

Layla smiled at me as she entered the room with a tray of food in her hand.

"I got you lunch."

"Is it break?" I asked grinning.

"Yeah." Layla the life saver said.

"Thank God. I thought I would die starving."

Layla chuckled as she set the tray in front of me and took a seat opposite me.

"Mr. Knight wanted to see your progress." Layla said.

"When?" I said as I gulped the large bite of my sandwich.

"After the lunch." She said with her mouthful which caused me to giggle.

"Sorry." She said sheepishly.

"You are just like me." I laughed and finished my sandwich.

"Wanna celebrate?" Layla asked as she finished her food.

"What?" I asked furrowing my brows.

"Your job. You want to celebrate?" She said in duh tone.

"Um..sure."

"Okay be ready at seven on Saturday." She said standing up.

"Err...make it 8:30." I requested.

"Why though?"

"I home tutor from five to eight." I said embarrassed.

"Wow. Sure no problem. It's your treat." She winked as she left my room.

Wow! Amelia Primrose just made a friend.

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Yeah yeah another update. I am just happy and I don't know why. I just feel like updating!

Alarick's pic on the side. BTWthe side in case you haven't heard of it! (And that's impossible. I know.)

Okay Tata!

-Shanza❤