Why couldn't it have worked? One stupid, simple plan and it couldn't have worked! I mean how easy was this plan to carry out? Pretty easy if you asked me. If only the characters had stuck to their stupid script!

Stupid! Stupid characters!

And why was I so upset you ask? What happened to make me so angry?! Umph! I'll tell you why.

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Tuesday, July 5,2011
7:00am - That Morning
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My hands trembled as I stood before the destined skyscraper.

"Remora House, " I read the writing on the front of the building in a small whisper. I gulped slowly and put one foot before the other until I was standing at the glass double front doors of the building.

I pulled one of the doors open and put my head through as I checked to see if the coast was clear and there was no sign of him.

It's a glass door, my subconscious screamed at me making me blush in realization before opening the door fully to rush through and hurry over to the front desk.

My mouth fell open as I took in the lobby. One word, huge! My house could fit into this one room! The lobby was of a theme of silver and gray, a good choice since most of the walls were glass and so they blended nicely. The tall front desk I was now scurrying towards was also of a silver colour and was parallel to the front door with 'Remora' smacked unto it's front in large print. Even through my haste, I rolled my eyes. Of course that was normal, but I just couldn't help the annoyed feeling that crossed me when I thought of the rich, extravagant bastard who I was trying so hard not to think about at the moment.

Gray and silver chairs were scattered in different areas of the lobby in an orderly fashion. They were placed around glass tables which held business magazines it seemed, and sofas also could be seen in a few places.

Looking to the right, I noticed three elevators that seemed to be in use at all times since men and women in extravagant suits rushed in and out every time the doors opened. Corridors beside the two end elevators lead the way out of the lobby and paintings that seemed to come from the greatest artists in the world were hung up on their walls.

"Hey you!" someone shouted from my right sending my heart into overdrive as I thought they were talking to me. I looked over to see a security guard grabbing a man by the arm and pulling him away from a full glass elevator that he was about to enter. "Never use this elevator, it's for the bosses only." he growled making the man flinch away before jumping into the other elevator that was beside that one. The guard shook his head before standing beside the glass elevator, taking up his post once again.

"Um may I help you?" a voice spoke up from my left gaining my attention. I turned to look in front of me once more to see the girl at the front desk looking at me with uncertainty.

"Ah.. Yeah. Hi, I'm Katherine Harrington. I'm here to see Mr. Gordon." I said nervously.

"Ah yes! Katherine Harrington, Mr. Gordon's new secretary! He had informed me that he had hired a new secretary." She mumbled as she typed something into her computer quickly. I couldn't help but notice that it was the newest brand out now and in a silver colour which made it look even more expensive than it actually was.

"Here it is," she notified me looking up. "Mr. Gordon works on the tenth-"

"Katherine? Well you're here early." a voice said in surprise from behind me causing my heart to jump with fright. I turned around with a pale face, but then sighed with relief at the not so familiar face. Catching myself, I forced a smile unto my face.

"Excited for work I presume?" Mr. Gordon asked.

"Ah..." I trailed off with a small chuckle. He had no idea how not excited I was.

"Don't worry, I won't keep you bored any longer. I have some things that you can get started on." he nodded, walking off towards one of the elevators that was beside the full glass one. I hurried after him.

"Actually Mr. Gordon, there's something I need to talk to you about... urgently." I said desperately, trying to keep up with his fast pace.

"Yes?" he asked, but didn't turn to me.

"There is a slight problem with this arrangement. You see, I can no longer accept the job offer, and it's not because of you but because of your boss." I blurted out.

"Mmh, continue." he muttered.

"Well, I kinda had a run into him a few months back and because of certain events that took place then, we aren't on such good terms. The thing is, when you gave me that job offer, I didn't know that you worked for Mr. Remora or that you were from the Remora house. If I had known, I wouldn't have accepted the offer and I surely would not have-" I rambled on and on, glad that he was actually listening to-

"Yes, thank you Mr. Ramsey. I'm sure that Mr. Remora will take that too into consideration." Mr. Gordon said before pressing the off button on his Bluetooth and then turning back to me. "So as I was saying Ms. Harrington," he started, causing my shoulders to sag as I realized that he hadn't been in fact listening to me but was instead listening to a Mr. Ramsey on the phone.

"I have a 7:30am last minute appointment at one of our other branches which explains why I am so early this morning. I have asked one of your secretary coworkers to show you to your desk upstairs and get you started while I run this small errand. Speaking of her, here she comes." he continued as a red head walked up to us, just in time, according to Mr. Gordon.

"Harper, this is my new secretary Katherine Harrington. Katherine, meet Harper Laughton, she will be working with you." he introduced us.

I shook her hand quickly, desperate to talk to him and explain my situation, again, but as if on luck (note sarcasm) he received another call which caused him to bid his goodbyes to us and walk off in the direction of the exit.

I sighed and bit my lip in worry as I thought of another plan out of this mess. Ms. Laughton however, took my worrying the wrong way and started talking about her first day there and how she was just as nervous as I was and maybe even more. I almost scoffed at how wrong she was. She hadn't shot her boss so why had she been so worried?

As she led me into the public elevator, all I could think about was the mess I'd landed myself into. It was as if I had jumped face first into a hole that I had dug myself. There was no way I was gonna work there without the hubristic boss finding out. I had to find a way out...

By the time we had arrived at the floor that Ms. Laughton worked on and I would be working on as well, I had thought of a plan. Not the best one, but a doable one. It was simple and easy in my opinion.

*Stay at my desk all day until Mr. Gordon returns, so as not to run into Mr. Remora. Then when Mr. Gordon returns, make sure he is not talking on the phone when you explain to him once again your situation, and then quit the job after working for only one day.*

Hey, I already told you that it wasn't the best plan, but it was the only thing I could come up with while my brain was in a turmoil.

"Here is your desk." Ms. Laughton said with a cheerful grin making me look up to see that we had stopped in front of a dark, wooden, but still expensive looking desk. That seemed to be the only way I could describe the furniture there, expensive looking...

A chair stood behind it and a computer similar to the one at the front desk sat there beside a desk phone. Apart from these stuff however, there was nothing else on the desk which caused it to look annoyingly bland.

"That's my desk three desks down from yours. The others are Mary's and Julian's. They also work for Mr. Gordon but they won't be here until eight. I'll have to go get the papers that Mr. Gordon has asked me to give you to organise so I'll be back in two minutes." Ms. Laughton informed me before strutting off down the hall, allowing me to look around.

There were three corridors here. When you left the elevator, one took you to the right, one straight, and then the last one took you to the left. At the moment, we were in the right corridor. There was still the theme of gray and silver on the walls, but the desks here were made from wood. The hallways were very wide with desks lining its right side and there was still enough space remaining for at least ten persons to walk down side by side. About eight desks were here with at least two feet separating them from each other, and down the far end of the corridor, there was an office that was separated by a glass wall and door in which Ms. Laughton was now scurrying around in. My desk was the fourth one away from the office.

I sat at the desk that was hopefully mine for only the day, and waited for Ms. Laughton to return with the files that I was to organize. The sooner she came back with them, the sooner I would have something to fill my mind and distract me from any thoughts of meeting Mr. Remora.

No more than a minute later, a nice pile of cream coloured folders were sitting on my temporary desk, waiting for me to organise them. Sighing, I started my work. Mr. Gordon had better return soon.

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12:15pm
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"Thanks for showing me to the cafeteria." I said, giving a genuine smile to Ms. Laught- I mean Harper, as she had begged me to call her that, and Julian who was a good friend of hers.

"No problem." Julian grinned as we walked towards our desks, ready to start working again.

I sat back at the desk I'd spent three and a half hours sitting that morning and started working on some new files that Harper had given me to type up when I'd told her that I'd finished organising the set she'd given before. Mr. Gordon had not returned as yet, and even though I had mini panic attacks each time I thought of running into Mr. Remora, I was still having a nice day now that I had Harper and Julian as friends. Besides, the building was forty floors, so what were the chances of us running into each other for the one day that I am here for? One out of a billion I'd say.

The plan was going great so far, and why wouldn't it? It was simple and easy to carry out so why I'd ever doubted it in the first place was now unfathomable to me. I mean all I had to do was stay out of his way and everything would be fine right?

Wrong.

"Where have you guys been?" Mary whisper yelled as she hurried towards us from the second corridor. She was the other colleague who sat beside Julian and I. She however seemed to be the more uptight one and wore a permanent scowl on her face.

"Relax Mary, we only went for lunch. You should too if you wanna get rid of that scowl on your face and prevent anymore wrinkles." Julian joked causing me to chuckle behind my hand. She only scowled some more.

"Go ahead and joke all you want but you'll be the one who gets fired today and not me." she hissed. "Didn't you guys remember that the boss was suppose to come visit Mr. Gordon at eleven-thirty. He and Mr. Gordon came here with the vice president of Red Diamond's Enterprise and no one was here except me and Lillian. Do you know how many times the boss glared at us and twitched his cheek? It must have made him look like he doesn't take the company seriously and is allowing his workers to slack off. " she continued making Julian and Harper widen their eyes in shock at the news. Me? I had died ever since the word 'boss' fell from Mary's mouth.

Mary was about to move off but stopped when someone asked about the boss' departure. I would love to say that it had been me but I'm afraid that not a single word could have left my mouth. I was frozen from the news of the boss being there and it didn't get any better when Mary told us that they were still inside Mr. Gordon's office, talking.

All our heads snapped over to the office as soon as the words left her mouth and indeed there were two men in suits standing with their backs to us in the office. One I recognized as Mr. Gordon but the other I couldn't recognize so I assumed was the vice president of Red Diamond Enterprise. They seemed to be talking to someone in front of them but we couldn't see the person as he must've been sitting in the office chair.

My throat was suddenly parched as I watched what was going on, not being able to listen because the office glass was undoubtedly sound proof. I didn't need to see anyone to know who exactly was sitting in that chair and who the two men were talking to. It was obviously the bastard who at that moment made me want to run to the elevator and leave this building once and for all.

It wasn't as if I was afraid of him to the point of jumping out the window though, which would've actually been a good idea if we weren't so far up... it was just that me showing up at his workplace, after everything that happened on that trip, was a suicide mission.

"How long have they been in there?" Harper asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Almost an hour, they should be getting out any moment now." Mary replied before rushing to her seat to continue her work.

I have to get out of here, I thought panicking as I grabbed my handbag and looked desperately at the elevator that was like fifteen feet away. Oh Lord!

"They're coming out," Rosalinda, another worker, almost yelled as the door was pulled open and the three men started leading out, one after the other. I didn't spare another second to even glance at them as I dropped unto all fours and started creeping away with my handbag in my mouth.

Soft yelps and squeals were let out as I moved as quickly as I could behind the chairs of the other workers, trying to make an almost impossible escape. I could hear their footsteps as they walked down the corridor as well and I hissed quietly hoping they'd just...I don't know, stop walking?

As I continued towards the end of the corridor, reaching the third to last desk and chair, I almost thought that it was karma trying to get back at me for all the things I'd done since the footsteps only seemed to get nearer and nearer the farther and farther I got. I couldn't even sit still anywhere because the workers would have definitely revealed me if I just sat there on the ground behind one of their chairs. And if I wasn't behind one of their desks, I would be exposed in the area between the desks.

"Thanks for the meeting Mr. Remora." an unfamiliar voice said almost at my foot as I crossed another open space.

Hurry Katherine! Hurry, I cheered on myself as I crept behind yet another desk and then another open space. My prayers were answered when what seemed to be the mail cart was pushed around the corner and was stopped right at the end of the line of desks, just meters away from the trio and inches away from me.

"Yes!" I exclaimed softly as I watched as the man pushing it stepped away to deliver mail to somebody down the line of desks. I observed the cart from where I was at to see that it was big enough for me to hide behind it. It was like two metal shelves, one above the other, on metal spokes. If it had been empty then I would've been spotted immediately, but since there were tall folder books on each shelf, they would hide me perfectly.

I hurriedly crawled behind the cart and listened. I could hear the men talking to each other, Mr. Gordon and the other unfamiliar guy mostly. It seemed as if they had stopped some distance away so I took my chances and slowly started leading the cart away. I made sure that I pushed it very slowly so that no one would realize that it was actually moving if they didn't look carefully.

As I slowly slipped away, I couldn't help grinning like a Cheshire cat. I can actually escape, I thought in almost disbelief. In your face Mr. Remora!
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Worst. Mistake. Ever.

Instantaneously, my cellphone, which was in my bag, which was currently being held by my mouth, started ringing loudly making me jump in fright and then hit my head on the top shelf of the cart before falling straight through the folder books.

Right. Into. Plain. Sight.

Gasps could be heard around me and I could clearly hear Harper ask the question, "Katherine, are you alright?" from some distance away.

"Ugh.." I groaned as I forced myself to rise unto my fours again from the awkward position of me sprawled out on the marble flooring. I lifted my eyes to look up, but froze in place as soon as my eyes met with a pair of shiny, black, expensive looking shoes...

...Oh Crap.