Out of control

chapter two

"That's completely different," Alexandra argued. "I hate running and stressing, and you know it!"

"Excuses, excuses." Max playfully taunted her. Alexandra scowled at him, little seriousness behind her expression.

"How long do we have until the office opens?" Alexandra asked. "It's quite unprofessional being late on our first day, and at our own firm."

"About fifteen minutes." Max said.

"But you said that ten minutes ago!" Alexandra complained.

"I lied," Max said, smiling widely at her. "I wanted you to hurry up."

"God, you are such a bad friend!" Alexandra said, slapping his arm playfully as they exited the elevator. "But it still worked, so I'm not mad."

"I knew you wouldn't be." Max said.

He had on a pair of light blue, linen suit pants, with a white shirt tucked inside. The first few buttons were unbuttoned, and he had a dark blue suede belt pairing the look together.

"You look quite dashing today," Alexandra said, complimenting him. "And professional."

"The same could be said for you." Max said, giving her a smile. "Our taxi should arrive any minute."

"We really should ship our cars here." Alexandra said. "I really miss driving."

"It does take quite some time to ship them from France, though." Max said. "Or maybe we can ask Mary and Lucas to drive them down?"

"Do we really trust them with our cars?" Alexandra said. "They may be great friends, but having the twins drive would not be safe for them, or our cars."

"Have faith." Max said. "Who else could we have drive them? Your family lives in England, and mine in Egypt."

"It seemed like such a great idea to buy a car in France, then." Alexandra said with a sigh. "But now that we couldn't drive them down ourselves, it's just a hassle. We'll just have to place our trust in Mary and Lucas."

The twins, Mary and Lucas, had been another pair of friends Alexandra had been with during her stay at Élémentaire, and both were rays of sunshine. They had been a part of the popular crowd at the University, even though it wasn't that serious. Since everybody had left high school more mature, the social hierarchy was kind of gone, and cliche. But still, everybody knew who they were, mostly because of they're outgoing personalities. They loved being the centre of attention, while still staying humble.

"Come on, Alex." Max said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "The taxi is here."

Alexandra hopped into the cab after Max, and relaxed into the seat as he told the directions to the driver.

"Should I call them now, or later at work?" Alexandra asked.

"I'll call them at work." Max said. "Lucas wanted to discuss something with me, anyway."

"Oh, okay." Alexandra said. She never liked postponing things, and she felt a little bit of urgency at making the call. There was no rush, but she still felt a bit restless. She hoped that arriving at work would help clear her mind.

She took out her phone, and went through her social media, sitting in silence as the taxi rolled through the streets of London. The next thing she knew, they had arrived at their destination. Alexandra paid the driver, and stepped out of the cab after Max. In front of them loomed a futuristic building, several stories high with glass walls.

"That seems quite dangerous." Alexandra commented, as she watched people inside of the building run around. "But also very cool."


"That was why I chose the building." Max said. "I knew you would like it."

"I do." Alexandra said, smiling at him. "Which floor is ours?"

"We are on the fifth." Max said. "But we should hurry."

Alexandra nodded, and walked towards the entrance. By the desk a receptionist sat, typing away at his computer. Alexandra walked up to him, making him look at her.

"Do you need any help?" The receptionist kindly asked. He had black, cropped hair and a pair of hazel brown eyes. His smile conveyed friendliness, but somehow Alexandra knew that he probably wasn't loving his job.

"We have our business on the fifth floor," Alexandra explained. "And I don't think we have the key."

"Didn't you get it when you rented the floor?" The receptionist ask din confusion.

Alexandra turned to Max, just as he entered the building. "Do you have the key?"

"I do," Max said, sending her a smile. "What are you waiting for?"

Alexandra sent the receptionist a sheepish smile, "Sorry for that."

"It's fine," He said, before continuing his work, probably to cover up his irritation.

Alexandra hurried over to the elevator, and stepped inside after Max.

"That was so embarrassing," Alexandra groaned. "I didn't know we already had the key."

Max laughed at her beet red face, wiping away a stray tear. "That was hilarious. You are quite awkward, aren't you?"

"Stop laughing at my expense!" Alexandra said, covering her face in his shoulder. "I feel like everything goes wrong for me."

"No it doesn't." Max said, his laughter slowly fading. "We have this job now, and you have me. And I'm awesome."

"Hmm," Alexandra said, fake thinking over his statement. "I wouldn't say that you are awesome."

Max rolled his eyes, just as the elevator doors opened. Alexandra stepped out of the metal box in awe, taking in their beautiful office.

The floor was made out of grey tiles, and the walls were white, giving the interior a futuristic feel. The room were separated by soundproof glass walls with white blinds. The first room had a silver coat hanger, and a reception desk. There was a couple of waiting chairs, both in a mustard yellow colour. Even though it probably would take a while before they had expanded enough to hire a receptionist, it gave their business a more professional feel. There were several offices, but the two largest were right down the hall. They both had similar design, with a large white desk and a big office chair. The interior was a bit sparse, which Alexandra was glad about, since it gave them space to decorate as they liked.

"This is fantastic," Alexandra said, looking around with wide eyes.

"I know!" Max said. "Which of the offices do you want?"

"I want the larger the to the left," Alexandra said, not waiting for Max as she walked to her future office. She had a view over the busy streets of London, and could faintly see the Elizabeth Tower.

Sitting down on the white, plush office chair, she relaxed onto the seat and took a deep breathe in. She knew that this would be the start of something new, something good.

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I'm actually quite excited for the next few chapters. I will be making it more about Max and Alex in the beginning, since I don't want to rush the book, or the plot.

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- Emma