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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"All ready for your first day?" A soft voice echoed on the other end of the call, Kate had been friends with Elizabeth since her first year of University. Thankfully, the girls had stayed in touch when Elizabeth found a job in another city. "Are you kidding me? This guy earns as much as we spent on our degrees in a day, it's intimidating." The silence on the other end of the line hinted that Kate was rolling her eyes at her friend. "Of course it is, but you've got this, right? You're doing well, you just need this to bag that damn promotion. When you get this story out there will be no stopping you. Besides, you get to spend six months living the high life. Enjoy it, explore it. It's better than we'll ever get, you know?" Kate had a point, but she always did so that was no surprise. <br/>
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After they ended the call, Elizabeth took a slow, deep breath. She needed to grab her keys and head out, but her feet almost refused to move. It wasn't so much that she was scared of him, more so of how much this all meant. How was she supposed to impress a man of that calibre, draw enough information out of him to make a juicy story that would blow up? More importantly, she was concerned with how she managed to get the role in the first place. It was well known that he didn't open his doors up to just anyone, so why had he picked her? It had been a whim, sending in her request as if it was a password reset, hope but not expecting to find a response. And then, out of the ether, she'd received an e-mail explaining to her the conditions of their agreement. It had almost knocked her firmly out of her desk chair.<br/>
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"Okay, I'm off honey," The female called out as she noticed her boyfriend appearing from the bedroom looking rather scruffy. He had a light stubble and ruffled brown strands that were wild and untamed. Yet, seeing him didn't spark much of a reaction inside of her. "Mm, be good. Nice of them to put you up in the city too, can't be doing this early morning crap every day, huh?" It was clear Henry sounded rather jealous that Elizabeth was being put up in a nice hotel so that she could do her job with less hassle,  it was a damn good perk after all. "Yeah but if I fail, my head's on the chopping board, don't forget that." The pair shared a soft kiss before Elizabeth took her suitcase and grabbed her keys from the small table beside the door. <br/>
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An hour later, the female was still stuck in traffic. A soft sigh escaped her as she tapped the wheel lightly with her fingers along to a light beat from the radio that barely worked in her rather beaten-up car. Rusty may be an old and battered vehicle but he was still going, in fact, she hadn't been let down by any part aside from the interior. The radio sometimes stopped working, there was no aircon or heating, but the car worked and that's all that mattered. While she was stopped in lights, the female dug for her phone in her bag. The moment she found it she dialled the business number she'd received and hit speaker before positioning the phone in her lap.<br/>
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"Hello, it's Elizabeth Harper here, I was set for an eight o'clock with the CEO, I work for Lifestyle magazine, I'm running late. I'm so sorry, there must have been an accident." <br/>
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The line went silent the moment she stopped talking, only to jump back to life with a rather unamused tone on the other end.<br/>
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"I will mark you down for nine, I assume you can make that?" <br/>
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"Yes, thank you so much."<br/>
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Elizabeth wasn't sure if she'd make nine, but she didn't have a choice. Pissing off the company she needed to learn about wasn't going to help. The moment the light turned green the female sped off, taking a side road and swiftly turning on her GPS to find another route in. Fortunately for her, there had been an accident which blocked off a few roads, but there was still a route in. Elizabeth had never been so stressed, she was overtaking the moment she could, speeding up to the limit when it was possible. It was an incredibly stressful situation. Elizabeth didn't like being out of control or running late, it didn't sit well with her.<br/>
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When she did arrive, the female just parked her car outside of the building and grabbed her handbag. She didn't have time to check in to her hotel like she planned, she would have to call them later. The woman had dressed up the way she usually did if she was in the city, suitable three-inch heels, a well-fitted pencil skirt and a loose silk shirt that didn't expose her ample chest. To finish her look, she had a fitted blazer that shaped around her hourglass form and had shorter sleeves that only went down three-quarters of her arm. The only other thing she had was a handbag that held her important items as well as her work laptop.<br/>
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The brunette rushed in, her short brown curls bouncing as she raced to the front desk, just in time. "Hi, Elizabeth Harper for nine," the female breathed softly as she felt her phone buzzing, which thankfully she turned off swiftly. The receptionist looked unimpressed with her lateness. "Follow me, please." The woman rose, making her way down a marble covered hallway to an elevator. It was... beautiful. The whole building was modern, yet filled with some old fashioned riches inisde. The marble managed to appear graceful beside the modern technology. <br/>
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Once they settled on the top floor, the woman showed her into a meeting room. "He will be right in." With that, she left. Elizabeth wasn't sure why she was being left and not taken into his office, maybe it was just a test. The brunette took a deep breath and placed her handbag on the table and slipped her laptop out of it before opening it up and turning it on. From the sound the fan made, and the model, it was clear that it was old. Much like Rusty, it still worked. It did the job and that was all she needed.<br/>
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As the woman waited, she glanced out of the windows, observing just how high they were. She even had to step back because she began to feel ill. "Who wants a view like this," She murmured softly, "View for your death more like it," Liz murmured to herself as she finally noticed the jug of water and clean classes on the other side of the room. She hadn't noticed how thirsty she was until she saw it. The brunette filled two glasses and set them on the meeting desk before taking a seat in what must have been a room suited for twenty people. It felt incredibly odd. All she could do was wait.</span>