In His Arms

s by the fogged windows in the restaurant， dressed in a checkered white shirt the front tucked

hunger and chased the chill from her joints. It stilled the aching in her rotten teeth and numbed the slicing pain

tinue to read the thick papers on her lap， raising the steaming

tle to her lips and drained it. The alcohol burned like fire. S

resonant chime muffled in the thickening fog. Polly dipped

to jump， and her papers fly everywhere， cursing at her clum

ed up in her own

use where I had interned when I was in university. I am twenty years old，

I manage to locate most of the manuscript I had b

hind my ear and look around the co

a long slender finger taps me on my

usiness suit， the jacket in his arm and the m

which promised finesse. He had strong arched brow

hand， mumbling a quick thank you， I walk back to my table， gather my stuff， pay for the tea a

e， dodging the people on their

ng， sings from the other line. "

o a ten story office building， with Blueburg Publishi

glass， steel， and white sandstone lobby. Walking o

l velocity to the ninth floor. The

ne. "I have someone coming in to m

stations， passing by my assistant editors who are all si

my boss“s office wich is next door， not

ing at him in surprise. "How did you know I

ery time you call me during lunch or at five in

sing it now， and I give him a small smi

ead sideways in co

placing his chin on his palm in an innocent gesture."He“s been look

one so I recommended you，" he chirps， innocently，

he thought of working for someone unk

th full accommodation， the pay is by the week an

-going-to-find-this-girl-a-boyfriend-before-I-turn-thirty-even-i

p with last month. Jeez， the guy kept glancing at

ing，

comes from the office door which swings open. "I nee

ce， I slowly turn around， coming face to face with the man who had picked up my papers for m

EO of Haven & Holts Incorporated and my boss