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with the dreams. However, there was something about dark chocolate that

face. Intense Dark Chocolate- 72% cocoa. My mouth watered, reading the label, but my blue

r-- It was coffee time, as my shirt so gladly described. There was never a t

picture the young brown-haired blue-eyed girl taking her first sip of her grandmother's coffee. The memory was so good I could practic

me." The woman gree

ave too many memories of them, I had the stories my grandmother told me. My mother was a gorgeous blonde woman with sophisticated traits and a heart made of go

f to work. There was nothing like hearing the never-ending ramble of my boss on the rules of being on time, and if I were lucky, I could catch the yellow

ull of scattered fantasies and horrors that would make the ordinary person question their sanity. My wild imagination had become more freq

of being caught. There was something about the primal growl that dug deep into my soul and made me afraid of something I did not understand. Pushing th

nto each other and yelling for taxis that never seemed to come. It was a cool,

y feet carried me quickly through the sea of people and towards an old part of town

ee the ordinary hot dog place and newspaper stands lingering on the street corners in Chicago. Chicago was

eps, I entered the train cart and sat in my customary place. It was fun to put in my headphones and watch

n and made my way to the Green Line that would lead me to State near my office. I enjoyed m

n a passion I had from a young age, and being able to help make other writers' dreams come true was something that just set my heart ablaze. What most people d

utside on the cast iron bench. She tended to wait

features and perfect smile. We had been friends for as long as I could remember. When I took the job in Chicago, she moved with me fr

here." Alyssa said ras

e front door. Her firm grip was on my upper arm before I knew it, stopping me in my tracks. She seemed lik

utting on the motherly role with me sometimes, and as much as i

I stared at her a

your phone or checked your messages. You would see that Brantley Robbins is here

ed as I processed what she said, lett

better... Brantley is upstairs already." Realization quickly sank in, and I turned making my way into the office buildi

him personally, but everyone said he was a young wealthy prospect and had a cru

ent I was in the clear. Making my way towards my office, I acted as if I had been there the whole time. A gasp of relief followed the sof

in astonishment at the handsome man casually leaning there. Brantley was tall and lean

raised his eyebrow at my reply. Of course, I would get caught. So much for the powers above being on my side. St