Damn it, I'm going to be late... again! This will be the second time this week. My boss is gonna flip his lid. Little perfectionist Mike Newton, of course, everything has to be done perfectly and all his staff must be perfectly perfect. His perfectly perfect little crazy world has me going insane. If he doesn't fire me for being late again, I might just quit.

But I need the job.

You see I work in a smelly office crammed with books and people. But I'm an entrepreneur. And I have this idea... this very, very smart idea. I could make millions off it. I just need to get Mike on board, which may or may not happen in a month at the board office meeting. We are a magazine company and even though I'm a man, I'm pretty proud to be part of this company. Maybe it's because it's Sports Limited. Meh. Maybe not.

We're the biggest sports magazine company in the world and Mike, my boss, is the head man for that. He started it all. All here in Oakvale, the biggest city in the region. It spread like a virus around the world and I see copies of the magazine in every variety store I enter. It's a wonderful feeling knowing I'm a part of that. Sure, I'm just an editor, but I'm thinking I can heighten my rank with this new idea.

My idea you ask?

It's simple, basic really. I figured since so many people like Sports Limited, we should start our own brand. Our own logo, we don't have an official logo yet. Maybe we could... Off topic. Anyways, I think if we get a logo and everyone knows it means Sports Illustrated we can start a brand of clothes or sports gear or... anything! I know people would buy it because they buy the magazine.

I think it's the smartest and most basic idea ever. Mike'll never think of it though, he's lost in his own little world. I don't know where he got the brains to come up with this magazine company. Mike, Mike, Mike...

I've known him since high school and he was the one predicted to be the man whore. No realy, our yearbook says that. Mike agreed though, I'm sure he had every willing girl in that high school if not more. Now he's some big shot magazine guy, I always hear about the women he gets into - literally - and he won't shut up about it. He's like that, all about himself.

It's annoying.

He hired me because I was fresh out of university and looking for a job. He just started the magazine and hired me. He paid me little, but as the company expanded, so did my pay check. Now I earn a good living, I own a nice condo with a beachside view and I have extra money to splurge here and there. Mike makes a billion times more than me (exaggeration) but I don't mind. I don't want to be that rich guy. I would never want to be Mike. Not even if it came with over a billion dollars (not exaggerated).

Coming out of my thoughts, I walk through the crowd of people and walk up to the subway. It's packed and people are dodging each other like dodge balls. Oakvale, sounds like a town name, but is really isn't. It's packed.

I mean packed!

I dodge a blond girl with curvy hips and duck under a man's arm. I scurry my way, the subway doors opening ten feet away from me... almost there...

And I bump into someone.

We both fall over.

I look up and see a small brunette about my age of 26 looking up at me with big brown eyes. Her hair is curly and the left side is tucked behind her small ear. Her lips are full, the bottom one pouting more so than the top and her nose is scrunched up above her mouth. Her eyebrows are knitted together. I look at her heart-shaped face and breathe in deeply.

Good God why haven't I seen her before?

She's in a black mini skirt with a blue blouse on top. It corresponds with the weather, being June and the sun at it's peak. I then notice all our stuff scattered all over. I have my binder in hand and cell phone in the other. It's an IPhone, not really what I wanted, but Mike gave it to me as a bonus. He said it should help me stay on schedule, which is funny because I've never been later than I have been this week,

I see her binder has fell and papers are scattered everywhere. I reach and grab all the papers, stack them together and hand them back to her. "Oh my phone," She says and grabs her cell off the ground next to mine. I notice she has an IPhone, too. I pick my stuff up and I stand, using my free hand to help her up.

"I'm sorry." I apologize sincerely. "I honestly didn't see you."

"Just like high school all over again. It sucks being the short one." She laughs, but shakes it off. "It's okay, and thanks again."

And just like that she's off. She's gone in the crowd and I can't pick her out. Knitting my eyebrows together, I step onto the subway, which is thankfully still awaiting me and take a seat.

I should probably text Mike and let him know I'm late.

I grab my phone and see that it's turned off.

Huh. Must've done that when it fell.

When I turn it on, the screen flashes, then loads.

I see a beautiful brunette as the screensaver.

I don't know what game fate is playing.