Brad's POV:
I'm pulling into a local company called L&L publishing with my friend John. He likes to write short articles about current events or up and coming events but recently discovered he wasn't getting full credit for his work. So after he told his publisher off he roped me into coming with him to find a new one. We walk into the small building and a woman greets us as soon as we walk in the door.
John explains to her what he is looking for and hoping to accomplish within their company and the woman points towards someone across the room. A Smile creeps across my face when I realize that the person she has pointed to is none other than Amy. John and I get closer and I can see her typing vigorously on her computer. I quietly walk around her chair and crouch down next to it on the opposite side from John. He eyes me suspiciously but I just smile a mischievous smile.
John's POV:
After asking a receptionist who I could speak with about publishing and editing I found myself walking towards a young woman sitting in front of a computer tapping away at the keyboard. The young woman wore her long dark brown hair in a loose ponytail. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a baggy white tee shirt to hide her figure. Her skin was a beautiful tan color and not the usual over tanned or orange tan that was popular among the women around me. No it was a beautiful golden brown color and looked as natural as the sun looked in the sky. She was petite and beautiful.
When I noticed Brad's look as he crouched next to her I tried to discern how he may know her. Once I was at her desk I cleared my throat to get her attention.
"Can I help you?" She asks politely.
"I certainly hope so. My name is John Davis and I'm looking for someone to help me publish a few things. The lady at the front desk said I should see you." I replied.
"Oh sure! I'm Amy Mills. What is it you would want to publish with us?" She asks.
I hand Amy a manila folder and she begins to shuffle through the articles.
"Wait. You're the John Davis?" She asks, sounding somewhat surprised.
"I read your articles in the paper every week. You are amazingly talented and insightful. I don't mean to pry or sound ungrateful for the opportunity but why have you decided to come here?" She asks as she looks up at me motioning me to sit in the chair at the end of her desk.
I feel my heart skip a beat at her words and I feel as if her mesmerizing blue eyes have captured me in a trance.
"Ah, so you're a fan I see. Well let's just say I want my work to be recognized as my own and not as someone else's." I reply with a sideways glance then sake my head to clear my thoughts.
"Oh, you mean how Mr. Welch at the Manhattan times tacks his name onto everything you've written?" She replies as she reads over more of the articles.
"H-how did you know?" I ask with surprise.
"How could you not? You put so much soul and heart into your writing and your photography. Mr. Welch wouldn't know what soul was if it smacked him in the face and he definitely doesn't have a heart." She replied.
I'm truly touched at Amy's words. She must have read everything I've ever written to recognize the difference.
"I take it you've met him?" I snickered slightly.
"Unfortunately yes, and only an idiot would think that he had anything to do with your articles at all." She replies.
"Well it looks like we'll work very well together." I say with a bright satisfied smile.
"I will do my best to help you achieve what you want. Just give me a minute to make a few copies and get some papers drawn up and then you can be on your way." She says and begins to twist her chair around.
Amy suddenly spins her chair around in Brad's direction and I immediately regret not stopping her. Startled, Amy kicks herself away from John twisting her chair back around at the same time causing her to slam pretty hard into her desk. She immediately begins gasping for air and I spin her around and try to help her breath through the pain as I shoot a "what the hell look" at Brad.
Amy's POV:
My breath is immediately knocked out of me and I'm gasping for air. I wasn't expecting anyone to be next to my chair, crouched on the floor no less and I most certainly didn't expect to see Brad again either. He had scared the mortal hell out of me and in my attempt to escape and get away I had rolled my chair away from him so quickly that I had slammed my ribs into my desk. I'm hunched over in my chair gasping for air as John has a firm hand on my shoulder.
He has a surprisingly strong grip. He is tall and dressed in a pair of khakis and a white long sleeve button up shirt. From this angle I can clearly see his muscular body through his white suit shirt.He has a defined abdomen and chest and his upper arms rest snuggly in his shirt. What the hell am I thinking! I shout inwardly at myself as I avert my eyes to the floor once more and focus on getting air into my lungs.