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reason he comes in here every day. YOU are the reason he even walks into this shop. Not the coffee. YOU.”
    “But…”
    Nicole shakes her head, “You can either go home to the country or you can take a risk and stay in the city.”
    “There is really only one option then.”
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 6
     
     

 
     
     
    After a night of tossing and turning, and with Nicole’s words ringing in my ears, I decide to take the risk. What’s the worst that can happen?
    The walk to the entrance of the building is intimidating. The massive structure almost reaches into the clouds and makes me dizzy just looking at it. Despite working next door for the past two years, I have never been inside this modern skyscraper. 
    The men and women that work here enter very early in the morning and leave very late at night. I could usually tell the ones that worked in this building – they were the workers who looked the most stressed and tired.
    And they always asked for triple shots of coffee.
    So the building remained somewhat of a mystery and I have never been sure of what happens behind these doors. 
    As I walk into the foyer of the building, my mouth drops open.
    Oh my…
    This place is grand in every way.
    The open foyer is at least two stories tall, filled with artwork, sculptures and class. This building is clearly designed to impress.
    Slowly and apprehensively, I make my way over to the reception desk.
    “Hello,” I smile, expecting a friendly response.
    A pair of stern eyes look up from the mobile phone behind the desk and stare straight at me. I can almost sense the disgust. The very pretty mid-twenties woman looks like she could be a model, but is clearly not suited to this job.
    She even shakes her head as she talks to me, “Nobody is interested.”
    “Sorry?” I ask confused.
    “Nobody is interested in whatever it is you want to sell.”
    “I’m not selling anything.”
    “A journalist then? My, I thought you had to be pretty to be a journalist. Clearly they accept anyone these days.”
    I am shocked at the rudeness of the woman.
    “I’m… I’m not a journalist. I’m here to see Mr. Adams.”
    “Ha!” she laughs out-loud. “Everyone wants to see Mr. Adams. But you – you cannot see him.”
    Clearly I am not the type of woman that usually works for Mr. Adams. But I’m confident that I am a smart, beautiful and witty woman. I don’t need this woman’s approval.
    “I have an appointment.”
    She stares at me again, judging every aspect of me. She turns to her computer and starts tapping the keyboard with aggressive taps, “Name.”
    “Harper Simpson.”
    She taps the keyboard again with her long nails. I see the moment when she reads my name, and I can feel the deflation in her voice, “The coffee girl?”
    “Yes, that’s me,” I say with excitement.
    “Fill this in.”
    She throws a paper file on the counter and slams a pen on it. I smile and begin to fill in the paperwork, including all the standard personal details. When I have finished with the form, I hand it back to the girl.
    “Wait over there.”
    Gladly, I walk away from the receptionist desk to wait on the very comfortable couch nearby. This couch would be worth more than everything in my apartment combined.
    But as soon as I sit down and begin to enjoy the comfort, the dominant figure of Brad catches my eye.
    As soon as everyone in the foyer realizes that Brad has arrived, the vibe of the place changes from a busy atmosphere to hushed tones. Everyone is staring at Brad and he doesn’t even seem to notice.
    His walk is full of confidence and purpose, and his tailored suit shows his class.
    Tall, strong and handsome.
    Damn.
    “Hello again,” he smiles charmingly as he walks to me.
    “Hi,” I squeak.
    “Please follow me this way. We’ll go straight up to the top floor.”
    I walk behind his broad shoulders and feel the eyes of everyone upon me.  I’m sure they’re all asking themselves the same question – who is that