Connor and I walked through the doors to Hexe Legal and were both surprised by the sight of a statuesque brunette sitting at the reception desk. She looked up from the papers she was writing on and beamed a perfect smile at us.

"Hi! Welcome to Hexe Legal. Do you have an appointment today?" the enthusiastic girl asked us, a smile plastered on her face.

"No, we work here," Connor mumbled.

"Oh! You must be Connor and Elysse! Miss Hexe said you would be here this morning."

"Who are you?" I asked side-eyeing her.

"I'm Sasha. I'm the new receptionist."

"I put the ad in a few days ago."

"Miss Hexe interviewed and hired me on the spot yesterday," she smiled.

"Of course she did. That's how Belinda usually does it. Welcome to the office," Connor said shaking the girl's hand.

Her olive toned cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, and she smiled at him.

"Hi. It's nice to meet you," I smiled warmly.

"Yes, I'm just sorry it had to be under these circumstances," her pretty pink mouth turned down at the edges, and she seemed genuinely upset.

"It was a tragedy," Connor said.

"Would either of you like coffee?" she asked eagerly changing the subject.

"No thanks," Connor held up his coffee cup.

"How about you, Elysse?"

"No thanks, Sasha," I held up my cup.

"Oh," she sat down pouting.

"Maybe Belinda would like some?" I suggested.

"I'll ask her!" the overly eager receptionist jumped up, and quickly headed to Belinda's office.

She brushed against Connor, and stuttered an apology while turning beat red again. He put his hand on the small of my back and walked with me to our offices.

"You know it's not fair."

"What?" he asked.

"Doing that to women."

"Doing what?" he asked sounding extremely confused.

"Leaving them speechless and frazzled in your presence," I laughed.

"I don't do that," he protested.

"Yes you do. You do it to everyone, even me at times."

"You get frazzled around me?" he laughed.

"Sometimes, yes. I do."

"Isn't that cute," he leaned down and quickly kissed me.

I turned and went into my office. Today was going to be a day that I would not be able to keep my mind on work. The stupid in-box seemed to have grown even more. If I didn't know better I would say Belinda snuck in before I got here and just dumped piles of papers in there, or they were reproducing overnight. Maybe I would start separating the papers at night so they couldn't get their hanky panky on. I started at the top and began on the monotonous task of making sure everything was correct. Spreadsheets. I hated looking over spreadsheets. For only the second time since I started, I did not look at the clock.

A soft knock interrupted my work. I put down my pen and rubbed at my eyes.

"Yes?" I called out hoarsely.

"Elysse?"

"What?"

"Belinda needs you in her office," Sasha said quietly poking her head in.

"Okay, thanks," I smiled wryly and went back to my paperwork. "I'll go as soon as I finish this up."

I finished a few more statements before realizing it had already been ten minutes since Sasha came to get me. I reluctantly got out of the oversized leather chair and headed for the door. As I walked down the hallway I heard giggling from near the kitchen. I let my curiosity take over and snuck a quick peek. My jaw nearly hit the floor at the spectacle I saw. The new receptionist had her long, lanky arms thrown around Connor's neck. She kept playing with his hair and touching him. There was a big, shit eating grin on her face. He must have seen me because he pushed her back and came after me. I turned and hurried down the hall. My throat felt so tight and the tears stung my eyes. I knew I should have stayed away from him, but I just did not listen to myself.

Why didn't I listen to myself? Why don't I ever listen to myself? I am such an idiot! I just yelled at myself in my mind.

It was all I could do. I couldn't yell out loud in the middle of Belinda's office. I couldn't cause a scene with Connor and Sasha right here. That would be a sure fire way to be dismissed from this internship.

"Elysse! Wait!" Connor called after me.

"I have to work. You can have the dress back tomorrow then I don't want to hear from you again. Do you understand?"

He grabbed my hand and stopped me from opening the door to Belinda's office, "Please listen. You don't understand what..."

"Don't tell me what I did and did not see, Connor. Don't. I have to work," I went into the office before he could say anything else.

I hoped I could keep my composure around her. The dam that was my eyes threaten to break, and allow the hot, salty tears to spill over. I knew my eyes had to be glassy, possibly blood shot by now. I figured as long as I kept my head down and in the notebook Belinda would never notice. I sat in the plush, leather chair across from her as she poured over magazines and other notes. Unfortunately we were interrupted by a soft knock. She rubbed her forehead and slowly closed her eyes. The woman was easily irritated.

"What?" she called out.

"Miss Hexe?"

"I'm busy, Sasha, this had better be important."

"There are two gentlemen here with a delivery for you."

I could have sworn that her expression brightened up a bit, "Send them in!"

Two burly men came into the room; they seemed to be burdened by the large, rectangular object they carried. It was covered by a black, velvet cloth.

"Where do you want this thing?" one of the men asked.

"Hang it on the wall over there," Belinda pointed to one of the far walls.

"Sure thing," the guy said.

As they left the office, she got out of her chair and walked over to her newly acquired possession.

"Do you have any idea what this is?" Belinda asked in amazement.

"I can't say that I do," I replied.

She yanked the black cloth off the object, revealing a large, full length mirror.

"It's an antique I've been looking for, for a very long time."

"It's beautiful," I said.

The glass was so incredibly clear and streak free, the sides were gold with beautiful etchings. Belinda stood in front of it running her hands up and down the sides. It looked so familiar, yet I was sure I had never seen it before. Belinda seemed completely enchanted by it. She forgot I was there, and I swear she started talking to it.

The mirror was odd. Something about it didn't sit right with me, but I could not put my finger on it.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked.

"Hmm?" Belinda asked absent mindedly.

"Do you want me to go?"

She looked up, the slightest hint of a smile on her face, "No, we'll get back to work."

"Where did you get that?"

"From far, far away."

"Oh," I said.

"Okay, back to the Cosmo article and the clothes. RoseMarie made a huge mistake choosing..." I tuned her out pretty much for the rest of her rant about the latest outfit a RoseMarie intern picked out.

She usually just ranted about them. Nothing major to take notes for, which gave me time to be distracted. The mirror distracted me from Belinda and from Connor. It looked as though it were alive. I could see so much personality in it and at one point I thought I saw the slightest form of a person looking out at me.

That is insane, Elysse. It's an antique that Belinda found. There are no people trapped in mirrors. I tried to rationalize with the irrational part of my brain, but it was useless. I knew something was different about that mirror and with everything that had been falling out my family's secret skeleton closet, was it completely implausible to think that people could be trapped in mirrors?