When The Sky Falls - Book 2, N. Y. [100 books to read .txt] 📗

led to an addiction?"

 

 

I held my breath at the thought.

 

When she asked me, I had no answer.

 

But eventually, I had to tell someone what had been going on in my life.

 

 

From before I came back to New York.

 

My friends deserved to know what happened over the time.

 

 

"Over time, before I came back to New York this past year, I found out who my real dad was. And the whole fact that my step father, wasn't my real dad. And my biological father is in Mumbai, can you believe that? My mom held this secret from me."

 

 

Marybella took a big look at me.

 

"Wait, your dad lives in Mumbai?" she said aloud.

 

"Yes," I say.

 

"Wow, this explains so much about you." Marybella says.

 

She was loud enough for everyone beside us to hear.

 

 

"Okay Marybella, enough. Let’s get back to work. Tomorrow when we have girls night at my place, maybe we’ll talk more about it. Until now, don’t tell anyone. Even Rikki."

 

"I won’t. For now." She says, suspicious.

 

"But let’s just say that it might slip, when I can’t control myself."

 

 

We both took a taxi back to work and we made it just in time when everyone was rushing to get back to work after lunch.

 

We decided to let the taxi driver drop us off at the end of the parking lot

 

Marybella, paid the driver and then we got out.

 

 

We ran towards the secret doorway to the building.

 

She took out the keys and opened the door before anyone could see us go through.

 

 

We ran up fast on the stairs and sprinted through towards the inside of the workplace, we walked out unnoticed.

 

Luckily, we made it in.

 

I walked over to my reception desk, while Marybella decided to talk with her agent about her next performance.

 

 

It was before the award show.

 

 

Sara walked in, carrying a box filled with books.

 

"Why are you carrying a box filled with books Sara?" I asked her.

 

"Because your boss, Lauren told me too. She said that the best way of thinking up a great story, is through writing a book."

 

 

I looked at her funny.

 

"Okay, go ahead. But make sure that over the weekend, you come up with a good story as to why you should work here. And why you want to become a writer."

 

 

Sara walks over to her desk and starts immediately.

 

Meanwhile, i’m writing to my blog.

 

 

"I can’t contain and the shaking of the feeling that Marybella might be telling everyone a secret, the others don't know what happened when I left New York for europe last year. I still can’t I have an assistant, I haven't screwed this up yet. But lately, she’s been giving me eairly long stares, like she’s trying to find out an answer or something. She has a nice and bubbly personality. Anways, by next week i’ll get to see Jacob again and hopefully after girls night, he’ll plan something for my birthday and clean up the house properly. I've made a mess, and I can't survive for much longer. Okay maybe, I had my mom clean up the house in the previous years before. But it’s not my fault, I just need to manage my time to clean ever so often. After work, i’m going to visit somebody in secret, no one knows who they are. Gotta go and see ya next time!.” - @SummerElleW_86

 

 

 

After hours of working on a grateful speech, I couldn’t take it.

 

I had to get out of work.

 

 

Sara was in the copy room after I had packed all my thing.

 

I expected her to still be here before I leave. Because everytime with no that, she's still at her desk when there's only 3 people left in the building.

 

 

Marybella walks in, about ready to leave when.

 

She spots me.

 

"See you tomorro, bye!" she says in my direction.

 

 

I waved goodbye while she walked through the glass doors.

 

Sara comes stumbling out of the copy and print room with several essay papers.

 

 

She yells. "Oh! Elle i’ll see you tomorrow, bye!"

 

 

I waved goodbye to her. I walk out the glass doors, towards the elevators.

 

As i’m getting on to the elevator, I realized that I forgot to pack my laptop.

 

It's on the reception desk.

 

 

I stopped and went back to go get it.

 

I walked in silently, so no one could hear me.

 

 

As I grab my laptop and pick up and organize papers I dropped, I overheard someone coming towards my desk.

 

Or Sara’s perhaps. Nope!

 

That person stopped right in front of my desk.

 

 

I peaked up to see who it was. It was Vanessa.

 

She had on a navy blue dark dress and black stilettos.

 

She spotted Sara coming towards her and stopped.

 

 

"Hey Sara, how are you again, from last time. I was just wondering if you needed any help? Since our writers and designers share the same building. And I mean, what perfect way for the both us from different departments to help out one another."

 

 

Sara smiled back.

 

"No, I don’t need any help....but I might, I'm putting away all these essays in thaat box right there."

 

Her head pointed to the box on her desk.

 

 

"Here, let me help you."

 

I see Vanessa bend over to the box and help Sara put in the papers.

 

After they were done, Vanessa had a vicious look on her face.

 

 

"So tell me Sara, what is it about you being an intern here and working for our trusty writer and editor Elle?"

 

Sara looks up confused.

 

"Being an intern here means, that I get first hands on experience with work. And Elle is amazing, I love her."

 

 

Vanessa smiles sarcastically.

 

"Hmmm, seems like you love your boss a lot, huh? And, just a question. I see that you're interested in Elle, and when I mean interested I mean, you want to get to know Elle better, right? Because she’s in a relationship and you obviously knew that right?”

 

 

I’m still hunched over, underneath my desk listening carefully.

 

Sara looks over to Vanessa confused again.

 

"Um,…no i’m not interested in Elle, in that kind of way. She just, inspires me. That's all. Like a boss and assistant relationship."

 

 

Vanessa smiles back.

 

"Of course. You know, I thought you were some kind of spy or something. And honestly, even if I found out that you were a spy, U would have already gotten rid of you already."

 

"Well, i'm not. So, thank you Vanessa. I’ll see you tomorrow."

 

 

Sara grabs her belongings and heads out the door.

 

As Vanessa walks by my desk slowly, I hear her whisper under her breath.

 

 

"I may not know if you're undercover or not but I will find out who you are Sara. Game on."

 

Vanessa walks towards her office, which was a relief.

 

Ive never seen Vanessa anywhere other than the cafe and the photoshoot area.

 

 

I quickly made a run for it before anyone noticed I was eavesdropping.

 

I ran into the other elevator, so that Sara wouldn’t know that I stayed behind and listened to her very annoying conversation with Vanessa.

 

 

 I got in my car, started it up and drove off.

 

Before I pulled to a stop light and make a right turn, I saw Sara walking down street towards an old building.

 

It's probably where she lives.

 

 

It was hard to see someone like Sara, come to New York from lord knows where and live somewhere dangerous.

 

I drove off to my destination before I went home.

 

And it was at the AUX Hotel, where I was meeting a very special someone I knew a while back when I first lived in Paris.

 

 

She was always the adventurous type. She stood up for me when I was being bullied and she was always the friend I trusted.

 

 

As I walk past the lobby to the elevators, I thought more about the times we had together.

 

 

She always said she wanted to become an undercover investigator.

 

I wanted to travel the world, and she does she.

 

 

But now, I need her help.

 

Because I suspect somethings’s going on with Sara and i’m gonna find out before Vanessa does.

 

 

I walked down a long hall, till I come to the third door from the exit. 

 

Room 103 

 

I used the e-card she gave to me and entered in.

 

 

She was sitting on a chair looking towards me.

 

 

"I was hoping that you’d be here on time, but you're late."

 

"Sorry, I got caught up on a conversation. It had to do with the suspect."

 

 

She hummed to a song while I sit down on a chair across from her.

 

She looks over to me and smiles.

 

"You really changed over time Elle and for the record, I will help you, for a small price."

 

 

"What do I have to do?"

 

 

She laughs.

 

"Not what you have to do, it’s what you have to do for me." she smiles eagerly.

 

I swallow nevoursly. I hate when she gets like this.

 

"Find out some more facts about this Sara person, she does seem suspicious. Invite her to a party of yours and talk up a storm. Even get her drunk and iI guarantee this will help, from a friend, is of yours truly."

 

 

I smile at the thought. Doing something that required a need for an old friend, especially since we're reunited together again, it seemed perfect.

 

"We always make a great team, don’t we?" she asks

 

"Yes, we always do."

 

 

I hear her silent laugher from the door when I got up to leave, but before I do, I wanted to say something.

 

I turned to her, as she sat quietly.

 

 

"I’ll see you next time, be safe and don’t get into trouble. Alex."

 

 

I close the door behind me, knowing this is exactly what I wanted to do.

 

 

As I penter in the elevator, I whispered in the air to myself.

 

"If this the only chance I get, i’ll regret it if I find nothing."

 

 

Before the elevator doors could close, I spot someone coming towards them.

 

And it sort of looked like Sara.

 

The reflection of the mirror on the opposite wall gave a clear view of who was coming.

 

 

As soon as the elevator doors closed, I sighed in a nervous feeling.

 

The door opened to the lobby, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Sara was probably here.

 

 

No, it couldn’t be possible.

 

She’s probably home doing work or something.

 

 

As I exit the hotel doors, I went up to the sidewalk and started my car. 

 

I drove off going home. Shaking the feeling of Sara, looking over or spying on me. 

 

 

Chapter Four: Girl's Talk Spill...

  

Bright and early in the morning, I thought about what I should do for the girls night.

 

Rikki texted me saying she could make it. As long as I isolate her from me and Marybella.

 

 

As I got ready, I looked out the bedroom windiw and spotted someone parking inside my driveway.

 

 

I wondered who it was, it seemed like a stranger. But it turned out to be Marybella, with a new look.

 

 

She’s not wearing a dress like usual. She’s wearing a nice black blouse.

 

A dark blue seamless skirt, black leggings and heels.

 

 

Marybella looked amazing. She always kept up her classy look.

 

She knocked on the door until I answered. It took me 12 minutes before Ihad gone down to open the door.

 

 

"Come on, we're gonna be late for breakfast. We need to get in line quick at McDonald's,"

 

Those were the first words Marybella said when I opened the door. 

 

 

"Marybella it’s, 7 in the morning. Breakfast is available until 10, at McDonalds."

 

Her expression turns from excitement into guilt.

 

"Sorry but hurry up, i’m driving come on." she complains.

 

 

She pointed towards her car, parked in my driveway.

 

"Marybella, you know I have my own car right?" I say.

 

 

She smiles, feeling happy. I sigh and she starts up the car. 

 

 

I grab my purse and head out the door to where Marybella was standing.

 

 

For some reason, Marybella seemed to be rather happy than any other day i’ve seen her.

 

We grabbed breakfast, headed off to work.

 

 

When we