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

got to parking, we saw someone coming from the alley.

 

It was Rikki. And she wore something I've never seen her wear before, a dress.

 

Most of the time at work, she dresses like a trendy newspaper reporter from 2012. The occasional graphic tee on casual days, and a pair of jeans to solidify the look.

 

 

She looked amazing, even I'm surprised to see that Rikki would look this beautiful.

 

 

Marybella spotted Rikki after we got out of the car. She went back to grab her purse.

 

"Well look at hot shot over there, taking it to seductive game level. How's the weather down there?" Marybella says towards Rikki.

 

 

Marybella!!

 

I yell at her in my head, then take down my sunglasses with a nasty eye roll, that Marybella could see.

 

"What!? Rikki looks hot. She deserves to walk around Manhattan looking like this. Get all the guys."

 

 

Rikki looks at us confused when approaching us.

 

"Rikki, tell me are you okay? You're not super sick or better yet." I said, feeling her forehead.

 

 

She seemed out of place for a moment when I touched her, but she came back after a minute.

 

"Yeah, i’m fine. Just feel a little woozy after taking that cough medicine earlier. It’s funny. I don’t remember coming back to work or dressing like this."

 

 

I took one look at her.

 

"Are you even ready to come to work? You look pale. And you look like you'er ready to go to the club." I say

 

 

Marybella interrupted me before I could say anything else.

 

"I think she looks pretty hot, huh?"

 

"Not now," I hiss at her.

 

 

Marybella walks to towards the alley, waiting for me with a turn.

 

I signal for her to give me a moment. I turn back to Rikki.

 

 

"Rikki, listen to me. Go home today, i’ll come pick you up for girls night after work, okay."

 

Rikki nodded her head. Even in her sick state, she was cute.

 

I waved a taxi to take her home.

 

 

For once, I felt bad for Rikki. Which was unusual.

 

This is not like Rikki to come back to work still sick.

 

I’ll make sure when she arrives at my place to give her some home remedies.

 

 

Marybella, waits for me in the alley. Asking if I was coming.

 

I told her i’ll meet up with her at the reception desk, as soon as she settles into her office.

 

 

As for me, I went across the street to get coffee before I went to work.

 

This isn’t like me to drink coffee, but over the year, it's grown on me.

 

 

I got a latte, and as soon as I got, I spot Sara across the street walking towards the alley way.

 

I could see she was smiling into a camera.

 

I wondered what she was doing.

 

 

I went over the street as soon as her foot reached the pavement.

 

 

"Hey, Sara." I yelled across the street.

 

 

I ran over in quickness, grabbing her attention. It startled her, she almost vented towards walking away.

 

"Hey, Elle nice to see you here."

 

 

She forces a smile, it made her look like she was guilty.

 

"Are you gonna walk with me into work?" I say.

 

"Yeah, sure of course. I mean if you want to." she replies.

 

 

"Great, we'll just go through here since it's a short cut." I said pointing to the alley.

 

 

She leads the way through the alley and we walk for about a minute.

 

Awkward to say, the silence was something to be great about.

 

We never talked much outside of work.

 

 

All Sara did was hum and flip through pictures on her camera. While I typed up a quick story on my phone.

 

When we reach the front entrance to the writers and design department, I tried to break the silence by saying something,

 

 

"So how’s your story going on so far? Get much done?"

 

She replies quickly.

 

"Yeah, i’m almost finished. Just need to proofread it."

 

 

"Okay." I replied.

 

Marybella came quickly from the elevator yelling loudly.

 

"Elle, we need you upstairs quick. It’s urgent, Lauren said this could be the year of your writing days to come!"

 

 

Sara struggles to stand still at the uttered words.

 

Marybella, hurries me through the elevator before I had a chance to say anything.

 

I turned around before the doors closed, and yelled loud to Sara.

 

 

"This is the best thing to ever come, meet us upstairs. Quickly!!"

 

 

Marybella stands next to me anxious when we're in the department.

 

"Marybella, you could have warned me earlier instead of now. Because I was trying to make small talk with Sara." I say.

 

 

"Yeah and it didn’t work out. I watched you for two minutes from the elevator, not your best." she says.

 

I turn the other way.

 

"Come on Elle, you're our only hope!" she says pulling me towards Jeff.

 

"Elle thank god, you're here. Help me fix Lana’s dress."

 

 

I looked towards Lana, who was a recent new Model for the magazine cover. Her dress was torn apart and the sewing were messed up.

 

Vanessa walks in frustrated, yelling at Marcus. Then to us.

 

 

"Okay! Who the hell messed up Lana’s dress, cause I will get to the bottom of this."

 

 

Everyone silences when she finished. As people were questioned, and Vanessa and Lauren were solving the case, I was on my way to fixing the dress.

 

I write for a living, not take apart fabric with a seam ripper!

 

Jeff buds in. "How and where did you learn to sew so fast!?"

 

 

"Jeff, give me some space. If you want me to get this done and you need to take Lana’s picture, leave us."

 

Jeff backs up as I fix up the dress in time.

 

 

Vanessa comes over to me.

 

"What is going on here in this area?"

 

 

Just as she spoke, I was done. The dress was fixed and properly put back together again.

 

Vanessa looks at Lana shocked, then to me.

 

 

Everyone including Marybella, were chanting and thanking me.

 

Vanessa stops the cheering with a hand up.

 

"Stop, everyone just shut up!"

 

 

Everyone around me silences and Vanessa walks towards me.

 

A moment of silence goes by before she speaks again.

 

"Tell me Elle, where did you learn to sew and so fast?"

 

 

Jeff buds in again. "I asked her the same question,"

 

"Shut up" I mentally say towards Jeff.

 

 

Vanessa glares at Jeff before he could say anything else. 

 

He slowly backs into the crowd of workers surrounding us.

 

 

"Elle, I want to see you in my office." she says calmly.

 

Everyone slightly gasps  nder their breath and Lauren comes up towards Vanessa.

 

 

"Uh uh, no. You don’t have the specific right to call Elle into your office. She’s not part of the design department, she’s part of the writers department."

 

Vanessa shoots back at Lauren with a look, but Lauren stands still.

 

 

Just when I thought things could get more troubled, it did.

 

The writers department was standing right behind me with Lauren by my side.

 

 

The design department, behind Vanessa and Marcus.

 

Lauren and Vanessa stare at each other, giving mad looks like they were going to work out a fight.

 

 

Silence fills the air.

 

Just then, Sara walks in on the action and stands still at the door terrified that a war might break out.

 

 

I see her trembling in the corner of my eye.

 

She stands still after a minute.

 

Vanessa speaks again out loud.

 

 

"I said Elle, I want to see you in my office."

 

Lauren shoots Vanessa a look so vicious.

 

"And I said Vanessa, no way. She’s stays with the writers department."

 

 

Silence fills the air and everyone breaths deeply.

 

Vanessa looks at Lauren and she does the same. 

 

They both step forward to each other, step by step until both of them were face to face.

 

 

Vanessa makes the first move, as if she had something to smart to say.

 

And I think she did.

 

"FARELLE magazine company, clearly states that all departments are free to call back upon each other and since out of all the departments here, we all share one building for two. We're the most important departments in magazines, it is declared we should get along and pitch ideas to each other."

 

 

She glares at Lauren deviously, it practically scared me when I looked into her eyes.

 

"And I called Elle to my office, because I want to pitch her an idea about the dress she seemingly saved today. Before it went on cover, so I suggest you back off and let me handle what Elle has that the writers department doesn’t."

 

 

The crowd ooohh-ed and ahhh-ed.

 

Jeff yelled. "Roast"

 

At that moment, Lauren had a good comeback.

 

I was sure that it would scare the pants off Vanessa for sure.

 

 

She laughs, which makes the situation even more serious.

 

"Oh, Vanessa, Vanessa, Vanessa, VANESSA!! You have no chance of doing that, because honestly clearly in the introduction to FARELLE magazine company, it states that one should stay in one’s department for further reasons like physical, and mental situations."

 

 

She pauses and waits to see Vanessa’s reaction.

 

Lauren talks again this time more promptly.

 

"That means, if Elle fixes up the dress during a time of stress involving mental and physical uses, it claims that the work she’s done for either department can’t be used for one another. But in fact, used for the the company FARELLE it’s self."

 

She continues without hesitating.

 

"That means you can’t use Elle’s sewing powers for your own, because she belongs to the writers department. That means, she get’s all the credit. And she get’s twice the payment on her check for saving your model's butts today."

 

 

Everyone, including Marybella, behind me clap and cheer. They compliment Lauren on dissing Vanessa.

 

Vanessa walks off to her office with a frustrated face. I couldn't if tell she was mad or confused.

 

I stop searching, once I realize the feud is over.

 

 

Lauren pulls me from the crowd.

 

"Do you know what this means, you get more money in your paycheck!! Thanks for saving Lana’s dress today, Elle."

 

"Thanks," I say.

 

 

She rushes off with a dance to her office. And an actual smile on her face.

 

 

Lana, from the designer's department, came up from behind and hugged me.

 

 

"Bye."

 

I feel her arms leave me as she continues in the big party people celebrating the end of the fight, with the rest of the co-workers.

 

 

Marybella comes up to me and slaps me in the arm.

 

I cried. "Ow, that hurt."

 

"Well, it didn’t hurt that much when Vanessa got bombed during your fight!!"

 

 

We both join the celebration, which lasted 8 mintues.

 

Then we quickly went back to work.

 

--

 

Later, before lunch. I was put in charge of the photoshoot that goes with the most important story today. 

 

Jeff took all the photo’s and I joined in when I could.

 

Lauren walked by me before it was time for lunch.

 

 

"Good job Elle."

 

She walks out, through the glass doors to the elevator entrance.

 

 

Marybella comes up from behind and yells. "Boo!"

 

I almost fell over while she was laughing.

 

"Come on Marybella, I told you so many times not to scare me like that." I say.

 

 

She replied, still laughing at my reaction. "Sorry, it’s just so funny to see you react to everything I put over you."

 

I sigh with a laugh. 

 

"So how bout lunch at Central Park today, sound good?" she asks.

 

 

I nod my head in agreement, and just as soon as the bell rang for lunch, we were out the door.

 

 

We passed by the secret door entrance towards the parking lot building.

 

We ran across the street to where the coffee stand was and kept walking straight.

 

Marybella kills the silence after we were walking for 2 minutes.

 

 

"So I was thinking we head to 90 Rockers to grab takeout, because their a restaurant food is so good.. Then we head to Starbucks, grab a cool drink and then we go to park, huh."

 

I cringe at the thought of 90 Rockers again.

 

 

Marybella nudges me a few times to agree, I stay hooked to my phone, still typing my story.

 

Marybella yells in my ear. "Elle!!"

 

 

I look up at her scared, she laughs at my reaction.

 

"Marybella, what did I tell you about scaring me. You do that to me one more time, I will kill you!"

 

 

She struggles to stop laughing.

 

"Sorry, I just can’t help it."

 

 

After picking up takeout and drinks, we head to the park.

 

 

"I miss coming here, I'm barely at the part anymore. A;most every day, I miss it. I used to go here with my mom and she would take me to our secret place-"

 

I turn to Marybbella.

 

"Marybella?…Marybella?!"

 

 

She was looking down at her phone screen, pulling out a cigarette from her purse.

 

 

I reach to stop her hand, but instantly think of the times she scared me today.

 

"Marybella!"

 

I punch her in the arm. Payback."

 

"Ow, that hurt’s!!!" she says loudly.

 

 

I continue talking again.

 

"Marybella,