Alexandra sat at the dining table, a cup of tea in her hands. As she thought over what had happened the night before, Alexandra visibly cringed.
"Are you thinking about it again?" Max said, taking the seat across from her, by the smooth, marble kitchen island.
"Yes," Alexandra said with a sigh. "It was so embarrassing. If people want to hire us to act like superheroes, then they would at least want someone who doesn't shoot fireballs everywhere once they lose control over their powers."
"Maybe not," Max said. "But that's why we two are a team. I do the magic, and you fight like a madman."
"I guess I'm kind of good at that, aren't I?" Alexandra said with a small smile, taking a sip of her tea. "And it would have gone really bad if you hadn't been there last night."
"I did kind of save the situation," Max said, nonchalantly. "And our money."
"Yes, you did kind of drag me out of there before they got our names."
Max nodded, tan skin crinkling around his pink lips as he smiled.
"Should we go to the office soon?" Alexandra asked. "I don't want to be too hopeful, but we are kind of the first freelance elementals. We should have some customers."
"We open in fifteen minutes, so we are kind of in a rush." Max slowly said. "Are you dressed?"
He glanced at her, and answered the question himself, "No."
Alexandra placed her tea on the marble surface, and sprinted into her room. The moment she stepped inside, white, plush carpet enveloped her feet and she slowed down in front of the white, wooden closet. By its side, there was a rose gold clothing stand, the colour paired together nicely with her white walls.
Picking out a white blouse from the stand, she threw it on her bed, landing softly on her white comforter. The bed was large and wide, taking up a good amount of space in her room. The headboard was made of a cushion-like material, in a beige, almost white, colour. Her pillows, decorating the bed, were all in various shades of beige, rose gold and white.
Choosing a pair of black suit pants to go with her blouse, she put them on as quickly as possible. She had already thought about what she would be wearing on her first day, so it took a relatively short amount of time to get dressed. Picking a pair of black Louboutin heels, she put them on as she hopped over to her desk. Sitting down, Alexandra quickly checked her makeup, touching up her blush. The wooden desk was white, as almost everything else in her room, and had two spacious drawers on each end. Her laptop was closed on top of her desk, and pens were in rose gold jars in a corner of the desk. Her makeup brushes were on display, but her makeup was stuffed away in a drawer.
She rushed out of her room, grabbing her black leather Birkin bag as she dashed to the exit.
"We're going to be late, aren't we?" Alexandra said to Max as she rushed past him, breathing heavily.
"Yes," Max said with faint amusement. "But how are you even running in those shoes?"
"I'm not thinking," Alexandra said, opening the door and making her way to the elevator, Max not far behind her. "That's how I do it. My feet will hurt like shit when we arrive at the office, though."
"Should I call a cab?" Max asked her, once the elevator door opened and they stepped inside.
"That might be a good idea." Alexandra said, still breathing deeply.
"You should have better stamina than that, Alex." Max said, giving her a small smile. "I've seen you fight for over two hours without getting this tired."
"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