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[indent]Sitting in a café, looking at her laptop screen, the assistant to Theodore Wallace reviewed her video one more time before uploading it on her blog. It was Thursday, so a blog post was due. The comments had requested her to show her face more and to consider vlogging because they loved listening to her. The previous night, rather than sleep, she recorded herself talking instead of writing. [i]Operation Beautiful[/i], her creative outlet that reminds her that she isn't completely wasting her time. The café was tiny and huddled between large city buildings, right in the heart of downtown Boston. It was still [i]extremely[/i] early so the hustle and bustle of the morning, where the streets got undoubtedly crowded by people, had yet to start. With earbuds in and her black coffee in a mug waiting for her to suck it down, she pressed play and listened to herself in silence.  

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[color=ffbf00][b]“Good morning, good morning! Sun beams will soon smile through. Good morning, good morning to you."[/b][/color] Jamie sat on her bed singing one line of [i]Singing in the Rain[/i] 'Good Morning' with her mediocre can't-hit-high-notes voice. In reality, it was almost 3 AM, but as far as her viewers were concerned it would be Thursday when the sun was out and everyone was getting breakfast sandwiches. She made herself somewhat decent for her video, which really just required her to straighten up her bed and brush her unruly hair. 

[color=ffbf00][b]“So yesterday was a long day for me. I don't think any of you guys know this about me, but I'm super accident prone. That really got to me and that evil voice, my self doubt, kept yelling, saying all you do is mess up! An example of something that happened yesterday. My boss and I went to an auction and the item he bid A LOT of money on, I... ruined. How did that happen? I didn't drop it. I didn't throw anything on it. I, uh, it's a painting. I tore it. On accident. Because I lost balance. I thought I could carry it but it was heavier than I expected. Heh."[/b][/color] 

Briefly she looked away from the camera, as her fingers absentmindedly ran through her hair, before she went back to talking. Her attention returning on what mattered. Her viewer. [color=ffbf00][b]“Well, I still have my job! No need to worry about that, but I did get an idea for this video."[/b][/color] She beamed her infectious smile, obviously not too bent up about the events that had transpired that day, [color=ffbf00][b]“Lesson number 1. Self-doubt affects us all. Even the most confidant people have self doubt. I can't say I don't still fight the beast, I do, but it isn't as bad as when I was going through puberty."[/b][/color] She giggled at the thought of her high school years. What a mess she was. Truthfully, nothing has changed that much. 

[color=ffbf00][b]“The second lesson, though? It's a myth to think certain people possess certain qualities to be confident. No. No one is innately confidant. It's a skill, not a trait. Everyone can develop self-confidence. It just takes time. I've spent many years practicing and training my mind to adjust. Life can throw some serious stuff at you. I get it."[/b][/color] 

Pulling out her Samsung Galaxy S9 Plus, she showcased it to the camera, [color=ffbf00][b]“I have a reminder on my phone that tells me to never stop believing in myself and my abilities. That is an essential step in conquering self-doubt. I refuse to let my mistakes and that evil voice in my head hold me down. But, I still had to practice. I use to tell myself in the mirror everyday something positive. You're beautiful. You have good grades. You're not homeless. You're going to go far, kid. The key to being satisfied with your own abilities is knowing that you gave it your all. You're doing your best."[/b][/color] With her phone no longer on screen, she pulled yellow pom poms out of no where. [color=ffbf00][b]“Rah rah fight the powah!"[/b][/color] The cheerleader trope really suited her. 

After shaking the pom poms and rooting the audience on for a couple of seconds, she continued, deciding it was time to wrap things up, [color=ffbf00][b]“I know what other people say can really put gray skies in your sunny day, but here me out when I say. What's important is what you think, not what he said, she said, they say. So stop being so hard on yourself and know that everyday you make someone out there smile and everyday you guys visit my blog, you make me very happy. I thank you. For being here for me and I hope this gives you the motivation you need to live your best life. Thanks for listening to me! Feel free to message me or comment down below. And as always, I have pictures for you!"[/b][/color] 

Tossing the poms poms behind her, she waved at the camera.[color=ffbf00][b]“Bye-bye now."[/b][/color] Her video ended with her blowing a kiss and bidding an adieu to her viewer. 

Short. Simple. Straight to the point. 

Jamie smiled at her laptop screen. Her coffee cup nearly empty of the black substance that would keep her going through out her day. Perfect. [color=ffbf00][b]“I think it's ready."[/b][/color] 

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[indent]Wallace Realty.

The place that her life revolved around. Actually, rephrase that. Her life didn’t revolve around the company. It revolved around a [i]man[/i]. [color=ffbf00][b]“OH MY GOD, HE’S GOING TO KILL ME.”[/b][/color] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5c/74/43/5c74436eed8a47617eb40d3ec3479e67.jpg]Jamie[/url] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/46/34/22/463422732e508c5fa084be65ae0251fe.jpg]Mueller[/url], up bright and early, as per usual, ran out of [i]Impresso Espresso[/i] with a tray in hand, her [url=https://www.coolclutch.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/RBP2017_11_23CoolClutch-16-600x400.jpg]purse[/url] dangling at her side, and a need for speed. She spent too much time on her blog post! She lost track of time! The new barista was also super cute… but that’s beside the point! 

It didn’t help she had to get another set of drinks because she DROPPED it. Okay, it was more like she realized the time, this was twenty minutes ago, and she turned so fast that she got three drinks on one customer. Her life, amiright? Luckily the baristas knew her face and pitied her, and even the customer laughed about it, so they just gave her the new set for free. At least it didn’t get on her outfit! Wait, what was she thinking?  She wasn’t [i]rude[/i]. She apologized profusely to the customer and gave him cash for his ruined shirt. It was all HER FAULT. The guilt would eat at her all day. 

Anyways, here she was speed walking on the sidewalk to a building she would never forget. Her car was already there, because she thought it was smart to [i]walk[/i]. Jokes on her. If she wasn’t at his office in [i]eight[/i] minutes with [i]his[/i] juice, she was done. Yes juice, not coffee. The coffee was for her (it was just black coffee, nothing exciting). He had a large [i]My Main Squeeze[/i] for now, and [i]50 Shades of Green[/i] for later. But none of this would matter if she wasn’t in front of him soon! How was she ever going to convince him to let her go to the festival if she was [i]tardy[/i]?! 

Rest in peace, Jamie.

Luckily (or perhaps unluckily) for Jamie, Mr. Wallace was asleep with his face on his desk, the place he had been for about… an amount of time now. Sleepless nights caught up with you eventually, and he was due a nap. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UD1eaRDY-q4][b]Music[/b][/url] played through the speakers of his office, with the Spotify playlist he’d left on overnight being played on repeat while he rested. Theo was dressed in a three piece suit, and was almost put together from head to toe.

It was the toe part that wasn’t [i]put together[/i]. While someone may have been expecting him to wear black loafers or dress shoes with his current getup… Theo was wearing a pair of slippers (no socks on, of course). The nice, expensive kind, with memory foam soles and thick wool keeping his toesies warm. 

In his sleepiness, Theo shifted his weight a bit, and his head dropped off of his arms and down onto the wood of the oak desk, knocking him awake. Groggily, he looked up, rubbing his eyes. He reached a hand out for a cup, and lifted it up… it was empty. He reached for the second cup. Also empty. [color=00B6FF][b]“Jamie? I’m thirsty! Where the hell’s Jamie!?”[/b][/color] What time was it? Why wasn’t Jamie here? She was always here! [color=00B6FF][b]“My throat’s dry,”[/b][/color] he croaked miserably.

Jamie’s phone started going off like crazy. SHE WAS ALMOST THERE, OKAY. Throwing the glass door open, she rushed past everyone, miraculously not tripping, past her desk, where her second camera rested, past the water machine where everyone gathered to chat, to the ‘big door’. 

Stopping in front of the big door, she paused for a moment, staring at his name plate, while gaining her breath. Breathe in, breathe out. [color=ffbf00][i]You got this.[/i][/color]  Letting herself in, she kept a wide smile on, acting like she wasn’t perfectly on time and not early. [color=ffbf00][b]“Heyyyyyy, I got your juice.”[/b][/color] She needed to act like she didn’t make a mistake and lose track of time. Maybe, he hadn’t noticed. Maybe, she would be forgiven. But for now, she was not at fault. She was [i]on time[/i]. With a bounce in her step, she made her way to his desk and replaced his empty cups with the filled ones. His want for different flavors changed everyday and today these flavors were new. 

Straight to business. [color=ffbf00][b]“Your 2 o’clock had to be moved to 11 because your clients forgot they had another engagement. As for your 11 o’clock meeting, that got moved to 10. It’s for the same house, so it’ll just be back to back.”[/b][/color] She threw away the tray, while taking out her coffee. Before giving him anymore information, she waited for him to digest her words and took a sip. Finally. Her second cup of coffee. 

Theo made a noise somewhere between a hiss and a groan, running a hand through his hair and grabbing one of the cups and putting it to his lips. He took a sip of the juice and then put it back down on the table, smacking his lips. [color=00B6FF][b]“That’s not bad.”[/b][/color] He muttered, before he grabbed the other cup and took a sip from it, [color=00B6FF][b]“but that’s better.”[/b][/color] He slid back a bit in his chair, and it was like the juice had breathed fresh life into him, as he put his feet (slippers and all) up on the desk. People were rescheduling on him? Bastards. Didn’t they know that calendars were written in stone? At least Jamie was able to make sense of all this.

[color=00B6FF][b]“Great.”[/b][/color] Theo gave a nod of his approval as he continued to sip at the drink in his hand. With the knowledge about his daily meetings being changed (bastards) on him, there was only one thing left to do — the real business, so to speak. [color=00B6FF][b]“I don’t suppose you have my house key? I lost it. So I’ve been here for longer than I usually am.”[/b][/color]

[color=ffbf00][b]“Yes! Of course. You forgot it…”[/b][/color] She placed her cup down on his desk and rummaged through her massive purse for it. [color=ffbf00][b]“...at my place.”[/b][/color] She pulled it out and slid it in front of him. [color=ffbf00][b]“I should’ve told you, but I didn’t realize until 3am.”[/b][/color] And she was preoccupied recording herself talking in front of a camera. 

There was something else she wanted to tell him, sure more work-related things, but there was something more important than that. What was it again? There was a second where Jamie stared into space as she tried to recall this important thing. 

Suddenly, she snapped her fingers remembering, [color=ffbf00][b]“Oh! Another thing.”[/b][/color] Once again the noise of her rummaging through that endless void of a bag of her’s was heard throughout his office, before she pulled out an envelope. Her cheeks turned a faint scarlet as she laid out her hand for him to take the surprise from her. In it there were tickets to the Ball tomorrow night and tickets for the whole spring festival. She’d gauge the situation before chattering away. She learned early on talking too much could get overwhelming. And she knew she was a person who could talk for hours. There was a time and place for everything. With her boss, she always had to analyze the situation before going off on tangents.

Ah, that made sense. Forgetting things at Jamie’s place was a more common occurrence than Theo would have liked to admit, but at least she didn’t throw his crap out. Theo grabbed the house key and dropped it into its proper place, the top right drawer of his desk. When she handed him an envelope, he accepted it, but he didn’t really understand what it was. He stared at the envelope, then at her, then at the envelope again… Before finally gazing at her as he tore it open. He dumped the contents out on the desk and glanced at them, then up at her. [color=00B6FF][b]“...is this your way of asking me for time off to do the festival thing? I’m pretty sure there’s a mandate saying I’m required to give you time off for that…”[/b][/color]

[color=ffbf00][b]“No! Uh. Maybe. I mean. Not quite.”[/b][/color] Sometimes, Jamie wanted to just slap herself. What a blubbering fool she was. [color=ffbf00][b]“I can still work, but what if… we cut things down so we both, you and me, had a little break. I can keep production going! And then we go to an event! And then we work! And then we have more fun!”[/b][/color] The more she talked the more excited she got. This was an opportunity for her to take pictures for her blog. And eat nummy food! People would love to see Boston locals, and probably non-locals too, enjoying one of the biggest events of the year. She could take pictures of the food, the dancers, and whatever else they’ll have. Twirling a piece of hair, she looked at him with desperateness and her naughty plum coated lips went into a little pout, [color=ffbf00][b]“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee.”[/b][/color]

Oh. She was asking [i]him[/i] to the event. That was a little bit different of a situation… Theo had never been to one of SPECTRUM’s events. They only happened every five years! Theo could hardly even remember what he was doing five years ago… It was [i]supposed[/i] to be the event of a lifetime. Hell, Theo’s parents has met there… [color=00B6FF][b]“I guess we can take a vacation… or… several for the different festivals and events…. But only if you do that thing I like tonight.”[/b][/color] What? Give and take. Push and pull. Theo’s feet finally came down from the desk and he smirked at her, sipping from the cup of juice before he winked at her.

There was the heat again in her cheeks. That ‘thing’ involved a little… roleplaying, but that was for her and him to know and for no one else to find out. In response to that, she simply made a cute face, put paws in front of her in a pose, and softly purred, [color=ffbf00][b]“Meow.”[/b][/color] How could she say no?! She [i]wanted[/i] to go. This was all Dani’s fault! She convinced her to give in. Give in to [i]fate[/i]. Honestly, this was a win-win situation for her. Time off, long festival, some… night stuff. Win-win.

[color=00B6FF][b]“I can’t say no to that.”[/b][/color] Theo’s mind was made up. They were going to the festival of the strings, enjoying the food and the show… and doing [i]other[/i] stuff throughout the night tonight. And the next night. Theo took the final drink from his cup, and grabbed the other one, lifting it to his lips as well. [color=00B6FF][b]“Probably just go ahead and cancel everything starting at seven tonight.”[/b][/color] Theo suggested, nodding his head. [color=00B6FF][b]“We can get dinner first.”[/b][/color]

His words were like a bomb and she felt all her insides burst with anticipation. Their relationship was volcanic and his eyes, those eyes that she looked into when she first was interviewed, and those eyes she still looks into, made her feel closer to him than with any other man she’s ever met. There was nothing golden and pure about them. At night, they were two very different people and the more their relationship escalated, the more she felt captivated. Trapped in this dream where all modesty was thrown out the door.  [color=ffbf00][b]“...should I make a reservation at your favorite place?”[/b][/color] Somehow, she was still able to muster words. Her heartbeat was echoing in her ears and she couldn’t look away from him. Always when she was alone with him, she couldn’t think straight.

[color=00B6FF][b]“Why don’t you make them at [i]your[/i] favorite place?”[/b][/color] Theo suggested instead, smiling slyly at her. If they had dinner [i]there[/i], [i]he[/i] was gonna have an even better night! It was a simple calculus, after all.

… [color=ffbf00][i]Focus, Jamie.[/i][/color] [color=ffbf00][b]“Takeout it is.”[/b][/color] Biting her bottom lip, she tried to get out of this daze. Think of something else. [i]Anything[/i] else. Clothes! Outfits! For the ball! [color=ffbf00][b]“We need to go shopping!”[/b][/color] Avoiding looking into his bewitching gaze, she urgently reached for her coffee, only to freeze from the sound of his voice.

[color=00B6FF][b]“Jamie.”[/b][/color] His voice was firmer than before, as if he wanted her to focus on him.

[color=ffbf00][b]“Hmmm…”[/b][/color] Her eyes went up, bashfully, to look at him. Her hands getting a little closer to her coffee…

[color=00B6FF][b]“Lock the door.”[/b][/color]

In the office?! Her hand swiped fast at her coffee, causing it to get not only all over his desk, but on him. Ah fuck! [color=00b6ff][b]“Ow!”[/b][/color] He swore as the still hot coffee sloshed onto his lap. He damn near dropped his juice, but he was able to keep a hold on it — after all, it was the second tastiest thing in the room.

Covering her face, she apologized, her voice muffled with her hands, [color=ffbf00][b]“I’ll clean that up.”[/b][/color] And turned to retrieve cleaning products.

Before she could escape, Theo reached out and grabbed Jamie by the wrist, pulling her just a bit toward him. [color=00b6ff][b]“Come here.”[/b][/color] Okay, so they wouldn’t lock the door.

Her lips agape, her face like a beet, and her eyes once again deeply staring into his. Breathlessly, she answered, [color=ffbf00][b]“Yes, Sir.”[/b][/color] 
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