Before you begin this chapter my dearest readers, I would like to clarify A VERY IMPORTANT POINT. Despite the Nickname of the main male lead, this book is NOT a Vampire or Werewolf Story. I repeat THIS IS NOT A VAMPIRE OR WEREWOLF STORY.

Chapter One

"Hello!" I yelled for the millionth time while vigorously poking the guys that stood blocking the passage way. When they both finally turned around and looked at me, their pale faces turned crimson as if they had been forced to eat a bowl full of hot chili peppers.

"Hi. Uh... Is there anything you need?" the skinny blonde one asked, smiling in a way he probably thought was charming.

It was not.

"You mean other than you Calvin Klein models moving out of my way?" I replied, forcing a charming smile of my own and batting my eyelashes.

"Yeah," answered the redhead.

Chuckling, the blonde moved closer to me, huffing his muscle-less chest. "Well I don't know about being models bu-"

"Stop... please," I held my hand up, cutting him off mid-sentence. Closing my eyes shut, I shook my head, unable to digest the idiocy radiating from the two nincompoops in front of me. "This is an entrance," I said slowly, pointing at the big sign plastered on the door. "You can't just stand here blocking it. I've been asking you to move for a whole twenty minutes!"

Yes, I was fully aware that I stretched the truth a little bit. It had merely been two minutes. But still, do you know how excruciating it was repeating "excuse me" like a broken robot to two idiots who were most likely hard of hearing?

No?

Well, lets just say two minutes of listening to Phineas and Ferb here babble about their massive invention - which would be so great the boss won't hesitate to take it on as RomeTech's new project - was equal to or more than twenty minutes normal time.

Yeah, it was that bad.

They managed rob my soul off the excitement I felt about starting my first job. And the worst part was, their project was pure and repulsive bull!

But then again, it might be just me. Maybe Mr. Alexander would want to invent a T.V that only responded to comic book catch phrases.

Yeah... no. No, he probably wouldn't.

"Oh you work here," he said, finally noticing the ID firmly clipped on my shirt.

"Yes, Einstein, I do and thanks to you," I snarled poking at his bony chest. "I'm thirty minutes late."

"I thought you said twenty minutes?"

Did I? Huh, I bet did. Mom was right; lies do come back to bite you in the ass.

"I know what I said and I said thirty minutes." I glared at them. "Now can you move? Please?" Lord have mercy, they were still standing.... and grinning. Smugly. It didn't suit them. After a couple of seconds, they dramatically bowed, finally parting to give me way.

Idiots.

Even though my middle finger was twitching to flip them the bird, I felt the need to warn them that their invention was an atomic bomb waiting to happen. That bull would most likely get them fired for mere stupidity. However, when I turned around and caught the perverts staring at my ass...

Well...

"You know, your invention sounds great! You should propose it to Mr. Alexander as soon as possible."

"Really?" the redhead asked returning my enthusiatic grin.

I nodded frantically in response, "Yes, do it today. It will definitely not get you fired."

Continuing to push through the stuffed auditorium, I made sure I held my cup of coffee as high as my little arms could take it so it won't be smashed by the heaps of people standing around. Even after managing to find a position that allowed me to scan the room for an empty seat, it still proved difficult. Mainly because the lights were dimmed so the projector could be switched on. Standing on my tiptoes, I further scanned the room for a couple of minutes, noticing how the seats were aligned in sections and rows facing the huge stage like a movie theater before finally finding an empty seat and hurriedly running toward it.

Five minutes later, a chubby bald man took the stage and introduced himself as Thomas Weaver. After ten minutes of talking about balance and safety in the workplace, Thomas announced the arrival of the boss. I quickly sipped the remaining of my coffee then sat upright.

"Isn't it exciting to finally meet Mr. Alexander?" a pitchy voice asked. Though, it took me a while to realize she was talking to me, I turned around and faced a pretty blonde who was grinning so widely, her neck veins would probably pop out any second.

But still, her question sparked the excitement I lost. This moment had been marked in my diary ever since I got chosen to work at Rome Tech. "Are you kidding? It feels ecstatic! It's an honor to merely cross paths with such great man especially work for him."

"True," she agreed shaking her head in awe. "You know, he helps build refugee camps for victims of war every year and because of him a lot of corporation's also contribute."

"That's amazing. I think I read something like that before but I wasn't sure if it was true."

"It's incredible but true. I'm Riley Scott," she introduced herself cheerfully as I shook the hand she stock out. "I just started working here actually. I'm one of the new finance trainee's."

"Oh, I'm also a new fiance trainee," I beamed, happy to have found a fellow financier so soon. "Eliyanna Holland."

"I love your name!" She paused for a second before repeating, "Eliyanna." Specifying the "yanna" and squinting her eyes in other to make it sound sexier than it was. "What is it? Russian? French?" I raised an eyebrow at her far-off guesses, unable to hide the amusement plastered on my face. People frequently asked about my name so Riley's questions didn't bug me much. "Oh. Oh.. I know, German? Spanish?"

I chuckled at the way she blabbered the different nationalities like a sugar crazed kid, shaking my head at every wrong guess. "No actually, it's heb--"

"Hebrew!" she exclaimed, snatching the word out of my mouth; which in return, gained us death stares and rude "shush" noises from people who occupied nearby seats. Riley however, was not having it.  "Re-e-lax... this is America," she retorted, dramatically turning around to face them. "A free country. Meaning freedom of speech. The meeting hasn't even started yet. Geez, how high are the sticks up there?"

Wow! I just found my new best friend...

I watched as she continued to shoot the confused offenders badly disguised insults, while struggling to hide my giggles behind my hand.

"So, about your name..." Riley continued with me after finishing with them, but before she could complete her sentence, everyone around us stood on their feet and cheered loudly. We instantly followed suit, even though I had no idea what was happening.

When we sat back down, was when I noticed the man walking in confident strides towards the microphone on the stage. Clasping his hands together, he bowed slightly at the audience.

"Holy freak of god!" Riley squealed, squeezing my arm. "If that is Roman Alexander, I will faint right here and neither you, nor anyone else would be able to revive me. Except for those full pink lips plastered on that beautiful man's beautiful face."

"Calm down sleeping beauty," I chuckled. "I don't think Mr. Alexander is that young. That guy looks to be in his twenties; twenty six maybe?"

We watched as the man further proceeded towards Thomas and shook his hand. When Thomas's grin widened, we looked at each other in shock. The hunk of a man was in fact Roman Alexander. Holy shoot!

All eyes were focused on Mr. Alexander as he adjusted his tie and confidently looked back at the audience. For the first time since I met Riley, she was at a loss of words and so was I. As opposed to her though, my inability to form words was because of how young Mr. Alexander appeared to be compared to what I imagined. Don't get me wrong here, Riley's fan-girling was justified. The man was devilishly attractive and what most women might define as possessing "the whole package."

For one: Mr. Alexander was said to have a photographic memory and an IQ of 180-200. So he was basically a genius.

Two: He was high on Guinness list of the top fifty richest men in the world, even though he donated ten percent of his profit every year. Needless to say, he was filthy rich and a saint.

Three: He was recently named metropolitan's sexiest man alive. I would be blind if I didn't see why. Roman Alexander stood at an arresting six foot four inches with broad shoulders and a lean muscular figure. His raven hair matched his thick eyebrows and trimmed stubble, while perfectly contrasting with his slightly sun kissed complexion and the most electrifying blue eyes I had ever seen. Some levels of hotness should be considered a crime. I mean, seriously though, who was that perfect?

His husky voice through the microphone snapped me out of my dazed state and prompted me to close my hanging jaw. Realizing that Riley was still gaping and squeezing my arm bloodless, I nudged her slightly on the ribs to rid her of the spell that was Mr. Alexanders face. And body. And soul.

"Good morning everyone. I hope you all enjoyed your weekend." The audience roared back positive responses when he paused and grinned slightly, revealing his pearl white teeth and dimpled cheeks. "Alright, in an effort not to bore you all to sleep before the work day starts, I'll make this short. First off, I would like to welcome our new employees. As some of you know, we've hired ten professionals and thirty-five new trainee's to assist in various departments here in Rome Tech US. The same amount of employees also joined Rome Tech: France, Spain and Quebec. The other nine franchises will also hire the same amount later in the year.

Rome Tech US currently ranks at number five and hopefully by next year- with the help of all of you of course -we will rise up to number one within all thirteen franchises. That's all for now. I have wasted thirty minutes of your time, I'd hate to waste anymore. Alright, lets get to work."

After a well deserved standing ovation, Mr. Alexander left the conference room before everyone else made their way out the door to officially start work.

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The RomeTech building was huge! We the trainee's and our supervisors covered the whole twelfth floor and even though we all shared a large lounge room, each departmental trainee group had their own office. Frankly, it was big enough to take all five of us financiers and purchasing. But I wasn't complaining, the extra space made it more comfortable. If that was even possible.

Our office had white colored walls, a beautiful gold chandelier which hung on the center of the ceiling and a few framed posters about the art of finance, scattered neatly around the walls of the room. I could tell the tiles were marble by looking at them; my fathers company had the same type but in a different color. These were a calm turquoise blue that contrasted perfectly with the clear and lavender furniture around the office. My favorite part however, was the plate glass windows that gave us an amazing view of New York.

The rest of my first day wasn't as eventful as seeing Roman Alexander, but it was exciting. I met a couple other trainee's and even made plans to get drinks after work even though I had to get home early to continue unpacking.

How could I pass up such a huge celebration? Getting employed by RomeTech for job applicants, was like getting accepted to Stanford or Princeton! It's definitely worth the sacrifice.

Just as the day was about to end, our finance supervisor Alfred entered the trainee's lounge. "Good job on your first day guys. You should be very proud of yourselves," he congratulated us. "I need to spoil the fun for one of you chipmunks. I have a meeting and everyone else I could think of sending went home for the day..."

"Oh, we feel so special Alfred. Everyone loveees being the last choice," Riley cut him off as the rest of us giggled.

"Haha Riley... Alright, that's enough guys. It wasn't that funny." Alfred sighed and placed his hands on his hips, muttering something about trainee's being immature demons under his breathe. "Anyway," he continued when our laughters died down. "Mr. Alexander left in a hurry today and forgot to take the finance summary for last year. He needs to receive and read it before his board meeting tomorrow. So, I need one of you chipmunks to take it to him."

Just like that, the lounge was in an uproar but I sat back quietly. Was I giving up? Hell no! No one should pass up the chance to meet THE ROMAN ALEXANDER and thank him for everything he was doing for not just the American people but basically the people of the world. I read on the internet that it was literally easier to meet the queen of England than Roman Alexander. That alone said a lot; the man was heavily sort after. It was the ultimate crime to let such an opportunity pass by. But I-unlike the rest of my co-workers-knew exactly how to take candy from a baby. Well, fourteen babies, but you get the point.

Sighing sadly, I leaned back on the couch, fetched my phone and watched cat videos like a boss. A boss who will soon be tete a tete with Roman Alexander.

"Eliyanna."

Hmmm...

A/N:
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