What happens when you run away from a demon to protect your soul, your heart but he will lure you back.

Alexander McWarth is an enigma, but most of all he is a beautiful enigma. He is one of those people that you can look at but should not get close to, to protect yourself.

Emma Charlotte is your everyday average graduate girl, studied economics to get into a corporate firm and live a peaceful and easy life, and as any fresh graduate searching for a job or in her case even an internship.

What happens when life throws you lemons?... make lemonade maybe?!... but in her case she couldn't even cut the lemon.

What is in store for her? What will happen?

Emma POV

"how did you do? do you think you will get in?"

Rasta asks, huffing and puffing... this lady needs to calm down.

"Maybe" I answer, I know I am digging my own grave with one word answers but I do not hold a clue to how it went... so what should I tell her?

"What do you mean 'maybe'? I want a complete summary of how it went" she shrills.

"Look, I went in and gave my interview, the guy taking it was.... urmmm... let's just say... impassive... I don't know... well he didn't have any expressions... so I am not sure... apart from that remember the last place I applied to, well they called me, saying I got the internship but it is a short one like four weeks... so again... I don't know, I do need a job, like a proper job!...."

"... okay stop right here, (pause) I am sorry, I just want you put together quick... so I am kind of pushing it I know" Rasta says with her voice all weak.

" No!... you care for me and I understand stop saying it that way" I reprimand, knowing she will wallow in it later.

Me and Rasta have been best friends for more than a decade. She is a thriving fashion designer with small modeling shows to boot and she set her up during her college days and continued onto university. Moreso like her university would proudly show her off. She loved it though, the light, the fashion, the people, the trends. She is slowly growing and I know she will make it big!. Her infectious smile and kind heart will take her to become one of the very best. She didn't have to but she even let's me rent a room in her apartment, more like let's me use it. I don't like it and she knows that, that is the reason she lets me pay for smaller things and my rooms rent or else I wouldn't be able to live here. Her flat is great, in a good part of town in New York City.

"well... where did you get lost" her chirpy voice calling out of the kitchen now. I am sitting in living room sorting my papers, just thinking should I apply to more places but how will I handle them then.

"hmm... should I also apply elsewhere?"

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and should she apply to more places? would you?.. or would you just apply for any other job any odd jobs even?.. even if you were a graduate?

"Rasta! Where are you? I am going to get late... urghh" I am so freaking out. I need to breathe, I know, but still they called me for the interview. I really wish this works out.

"Darling I got you covered, I got the car to drop you off and now you just need to get your shit together and we are all done" she winks at me.

"Ah!... what would I do without you in my life" she chuckles and we head out to the door. I recheck everything and I think I have got all what I needed for today. I have already applied at one other place but just to be on the safe side this seemed necessary.

We had towards the office building where I have my interview for internship today. I don't even understand how Rasta pulled it off, because but she found out that Anya Fashion wanted interns for a department with business studies background, so here I am, I am hoping this works out, because not only it's an internship at Anya Fashion but it is a paid one and mind you not those paid ones where you get a hundred dollars and then you are done, they are actually paying nearly five hundred dollars for a month.

We get to the office where Rasta drops me off at the front door and waves me good luck. She has work to get to and I would not keep her waiting here for God knows how long. Anyway, I move towards the front desk and ask about the interview process, I was given a sheet to fill and asked to wait. There are a few candidates here not more than five. Well I truly hope this works in my favour.

(Oh God is this my phone buzzing, I need to check) I pull out my phone to a number I don't recognise.

The woman's voice on the other hand sounded annoyed and said " I am sorry Miss Emma but you did not make it in the interview for the job, you could not meet certain requirements for the position. Thank you very much for coming. Take care"

I didn't even utter a word, I couldn't, I had a lump in my throat and it was stuck, I did wanted to sob because I really thought the job would work out, actually I was sure of it. Where did I go wrong, what should I have done differently...

" Miss Emma, it is your turn now, I have been calling your name, are you alright?"

I just nodded and headed for the interview.

I knocked on the door thrice and went in, as soon as I entered everything slipped from my hand and fell down ( great just great, now I have become a clutz too)

" urmm... I would understand if it were a man taking an interview but even for me?" I heard a woman saying with slightly poised voice and thick Italian accent.

"Oh!.. no... I just lost out on getting a job just now... got the call outside before entering... sorry lost my train of thoughts too..."

(now she will think that I am crazy, great what should I say next that I am not crazy?)

She looks at me with narrow eyes and here I thought (well it seems I messed up here too)

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what happens next?... did she mess up big?... or was it not much a big deal?... to the next chapter

Her eyes were still narrowed, and I was still standing at the door, (should I come in or should I just head back, after telling her all the nonsense)... the silence still enveloped the air.

A small smirk broke on her face and her hand elegantly gestured towards the empty chair. (I think she wants me to sit, I wouldn't want me to sit after the stunt that I pulled) I moved forward and sat on the chair in front of the most picturesque table I have seen (this is impeccable)

" Miss Emma, are you alright?" her voice so smooth and elegant, it is definitely the Italian accent she has.

"urmm... yeah... I think... or maybe not?" I say stuttering and clammy (superb, way to go if I could worst than this then I surely deserve an award) so instead I continue " I think, I am just shocked, I mean, I did think I would get in and yet here I am with a rejection in hand so... I think I need some time to process it that is all" I answer more confidently this time.

" Well, good to see a person who acknowledges one's own fault and strives to fix it (pause) more than just a pretty face that means" she smiles genuinely.

(Pretty face? okay? sure I have the lightest brown hair you can find and striking green eyes, adding to it, a proportionate body with curves full at the right places. I am surely not petite like Rasta but hey, I would certainly not call myself pretty faced either)

I just look at her wide eyed, maybe she realised I haven't heard that before so she asks "Has no-one ever complimented you on your looks before?"

" I have certainly heard the everyday compliments on looking nice but not particularly on any aspect of mine" I blush slightly saying that. This conversation has certainly taken a weird turn.

" Good then" she starts to ruffle up some papers on her desk. (Good? what does that mean? I will pull on my hair, I need straight words and answers) reading my mind she says " Well to answer on your performance today I would say, that is not how it usually goes no? but let's make an exception today and let's say we hire you... what benefit does the company get from it?"

Great now maybe I can answer, " I did have a good track record with my grades and more than that I am only a internee but then again I do have some knowledge of the ins and outs of the fashion industry as I have modelled occasionally and have worked closely with a friend, so I hope that experience helps as well"

I look to her and she has a small smile on her face and she extends her hand and I take it without thinking, " hmm... then see you on Monday"

" Is that it?" ( oh shoot I said that out loud didn't I )

she chuckles and nods, she walks to the door and gestures to the front desk, I walk beside her and move forward toward the desk and she smiles and gives me some more papers to read on and sign and return them back.

So that is it, I did it, I got in, but even I am not that naive to believe things would be a bed of roses here. I just hope they are not a bed of thorns though. exiting the door I remembered I didn't even ask her name, will definitely ask later.

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Who is the lady? Will Emma prevail? or is this another obstacle? to the next chapter