I grab my coffee at the usual coffee spot. Gotham still had the signature weather temperature; Thick grayish cloud hides the light of the sky and pretty windy in the afternoon. Each person I see in the corner, waves the newspapers with the new headline blowing every corners;

TOM CRAWFORD SCHEMES:

IS HE OUR FUTURE?

Somehow he came back to the election despite the incident, but it didn't succeed on his end. The mayoral Bella Reàl won the first round of the election. Her commitment to get rid of any malicious work, as well as corruption has increased. I was more than happy to know that Tom left me behind to focus on his election, rather than focus on marriage. However, few rumors was spreading around, that Bruce is dating. The thought of seeing him with another woman didn't create any wounds, but it irritated my soul for whatever reason. Alfred contacted me a couple of times, sometimes we would take a walk in the city and discuss a little. I minded my business asking him about the other woman, it wasn't my business.

Luckily I managed to switch positions at my job. However, I still worked at Iceberg here and there.

My position in GAX marketing company is reassuring compare to the Lounge; however, the money is still a huge difference compare to my new position; that's why I still work at the club from time to time.

Unfortunately I didn't have an approval to work with the meetings and files in the marketing firm, but I managed to become an assistant to my boss, James Clinton.

My eyes circle around the clock that's hanging on top of the wall. I quickly grab my coffee and thanked the guy behind the desk; Nate Dawson to be specific. My feet runs with a sudden speed through the road, as a remarkable sounds of horns and yelling comes from each car. It startle me a bit but I continue to run.

Once I approach the property with modestly display by the front door 'GAX' written in capital letters, my eyes trails up the tall building reflecting both the blue and the clouds of white-silver hue. My black heels taps harder onto the sidewalk, trailing my eyes back to the entrance as I push onto the thick silvery glass-door. The chandelier with each golden structure around the lights, streams the entire entrance which black marbles tiles and white pearly walls. A modern silvery desk stands in the middle with the reception signs onto it. The woman behind the desk is Margot; a young blondie with a earbud sticking onto her ear.

Each person walks past me with a phone attach to their face, yelling back and forth on the other end. I made my way to the cloudy white elevator as I tap onto the button with the pat of my finger. The doors automatically shots open and I proceed to walk in. The smell of the elevator is lavender, grown with such care. My eyes darts to the button panel and presses on the number; thirty six. I take my place against the metal wall, realizing I'm all alone. My thoughts travels around my boss. I remember specifically James needs the files he has left on my desk.

Once the elevator reaches to the destination, it opens the door. My heels taps onto the floor and reaches to the main desk, placing all my belongings. I notice the files standing on the edge of my calendar as my hands quickly snatch it and storms through the room, reaching towards the meeting.

I stop my tracks immediately and waits in front of the door for James to step out. My arm cuffs around the files, leaning my back against the wall for a couple of minutes. The glass-door opens with a sudden movement and I hear the sound of a familiar laugh coming from my boss. James takes a couple of steps out the doorway and let the salesmen walk past him. Everyone is wearing a formal suit, as well James which is rare at times. He's more comfortable with casual clothes; which means wearing a suit is a hint of huge victory for the market.

"Of course, we will discuss this our next meeting!" He says with high vibration of enthusiasm, shaking each hand as he watches each person walking towards the elevator. His smile immediately disappears as well as they did, quickly facing me with a loud shrug.

"I'm tired, it's the same bullshit everyday." He spat, grabbing my files and immediately walks away. I quickly follow him from behind, hearing him rant about the meeting.

"And can you imagine these dickheads couldn't sign the paper yet? What the fuck are you waiting for? Turkey to invade United State? Shut the fuck up and sign the goddamn papers." He says in frustration with a deep tone, smacking the back of his hand against the files.

"I have no idea, sir." I say worryingly, yet almost confused for that matter.

"And then we need fucking Bruce Wayne to sign the papers, what are the odds? A fucking prick from Gotham." My eyes widen in shock as my thoughts travels around Bruce appearing in the building.

"Sir, when is he coming?" I ask out curiosity, waiting for the big reveal.

"Now, he should be in the elevator by now." James scoffs in irritation, continuing his rant.

I shrug quietly behind him, feeling the nervousness trails around my body. My brain couldn't function correctly having to see him after a long time.

"By the way," James stops immediately and I quickly tap my heels in complete stillness. He turn his direction at me as the tip of his finger points to my small figure "Go greet him, I need him to see a familiar face."

I let out another shrug and clears my throat. My eyes darts around in frustration trying to hold onto my composure.

"And yes, I know. You guys were on the fucking news, even after the goddamn breakup."

The news was overwhelming. Alfred made a statement for Bruce, knowing he isn't a public figure. It was written on each news papers that we have split apart, and somehow lost contact. However, it was clear to me Bruce didn't want anything to do with me. If it wasn't for Katherine showing me, it would've slipped out of my attention.

"Earth to fucking Daisy, go to the fucking elevator!" He says loud enough to snap out of my thoughts, nodding in his response.

I run towards the elevator before stopping my tracks beside the elevator. The numbers passes through the indicator, trailing each ones. My heart beat against my chest at five times the

speed, as if trying to break free. Blood pounds in my ears, leaving me deaf to everything around me. My palms starts to be sweating, my mind is racing as if my brain is jumping all around the inside of my skull, leaving me with a splitting headache. I couldn't focus knowing he'll be here in any minute.

The sudden sound of the elevator instantly caught down my throat as my I held onto my breath, watching the doors open.

Bruce is facing the ground, slightly lifts his head to glance at my figure. Once it reaches to my brown eyes, both of his brows narrows confusingly.

I bite my tongue gently as I fold my hands behind my back, flickering the tips together.

"Welcome Bruce Wayne, it's lovely to have you. Please, follow me." I say robotically out of force. My heels taps onto the floor once again, marching through the hallway and towards the office.

"Hello Daisy." Bruce' soft voice remains the same as I hear his footsteps behind me. A sudden calmness strokes through my heart, releasing the tensions from fear.

We reach to the office, directing my palm towards the until Bruce grabs my hands with a sudden motion. My eyes trails to his, narrowing my eyebrows. However, his signature expression of coldness fills the void.

"We need to talk-"

"Bullshit." I spat quietly detaching my hand from his, but Bruce instantly grasp onto it.

"I'm at work, don't do this to me." I say sharply, taking my hand back.

"It's Tom." Bruce says with the familiar husky voice of his.

"Fuck Tom, fuck you."

Bruce nostrils flare in annoyance as his eyes narrows. "Daisy, I'm sorry. Does that help the wound to finally heal from a year of holding grudges?"

"I don't know Bruce, does it?" My voice catches onto an attitude, arching an eyebrow at him. "Our last conversation wasn't pretty great and you left me with no other choice, but to pretend we never met."

I quickly pushes the door, leaving him with no choice but to attend the meeting. Bruce glances at me with pure hatred and slowly walks into the small room. A whoosh of fresh air flows into my nostrils as I take a deep breathing, heading towards to my desk. I throw myself onto the chair and quickly pile up the files.

My thoughts travels around him, wondering what could've been possibly different than our circumstances. Bruce still looks the same, dark and gloomy per usual but it brought a light in my heart; the feeling of safety.

The door immediately opens after thirty minutes of discussion. Bruce steps out with James, shaking his hand firmly. James flash him an innocent smile; however, Bruce hold his composure still. My ears listen to the their conversation with my eyes locked onto the files.

"I'll tell Daisy to hand you the files at the parking lot, if that's all it takes."

I quickly drop the files on my desk, glancing at them both with a sudden shock crossing my face.

"Perfectly fine with me." Bruce says with a deeper tone, darting his eyes to mine.

James quickly glances at me and narrows his eyes at the files before trailing it back to me, signaling the familiar expression. I puff some air through my lips, grabbing onto the files from the table and motion my legs towards them.

"Can you be so kind and take Bruce Wayne to his car, and the rest of the files. He needs them. " James says with a serious tone, squeezing his eyes at me.

I nod a little and flash an innocent smile at Bruce. "Please follow me." My high pitch voice sounds almost like a struggle.

We reach to the underground parking lot once the elevator comes to a stop. I quickly walk out in front of him, darting my eyes around each cars. Bruce trails his way past me and towards a black Mercedes'.

I follow along till the sound of the car reveals a lock sound. Bruce opens the door and watches my movement before my heels stop in front of him, stretching my arm towards his figure. He grabs onto the files and flickers each pages.

"Well, you got the files. " I say coldly without taking a peek into his face. My legs travels towards elevator again until I feel a grasp wrapping around arm. My head tilts backwards revealing it's him. Bruce's other hand is gripping onto the files with frustration floating around his facial expression.

"Look," Bruce says with his eyes narrowing. "We need to seriously talk."

"No." I quickly respond back with no sense of emotion.

"Cut the crap, Daisy. This is not a game."

"This isn't a game, this is over with. Tom hasn't been near me, you haven't either," I say harshly with each words slipping out. "And to be honest, it's probably best. If lord knows Tom pops up, I got Alfred's number but I highly doubt anything will happen." My hand travels up as I point at his facial structure, arching an eyebrow. "You in the other hand, go add your signature on the files so I can hand it to my boss."

"Fine." He says stubbornly and throws the files on the ground with both eyes glued on mines. My body jumps a little. "I'm not going till you goddamn listen to me, and I'm not here to beg." Bruce voice darkens and inches closer to me. I take a couple of steps backwards, flickering my hands together nervously.

"You're going to listen, even if I have to force you."