As of Yet Untitled
Chapter Eight
By Karisma
Romance, Alt.
Rating: PG-13
Karisma456@hotmail.com
Standard Disclaimers Apply
December 2000

I was up and ready a bit before seven-and quite anxious/nervous. I was 
going to work-with Darien-as a secretary. I reminded myself constantly that 
it was only temporary, that I would soon be equal to Darien's caliber, but 
it didn't change the fact that now at the present moment, I was a few short 
minutes away from being a personal assistant to a man who had forced me to 
eat dog food years back.
Deciding Darien seemed to be an extremely punctual man, I figured I had 
a few minutes before I should be out on my porch waiting for him. I ran to 
the bathroom, an awkward feat in my navy pumps, and quickly smoothed over 
the white blouse under my smart navy blazer and matching skirt. My hair was 
pulled away from my face by two silver clips and I eyed it critically before 
narrowing my eyes at my reflection and repeating three times I was not so 
cautious about my appearance because of Darien Sandborn. Then, pushing all 
thoughts of narcissism out of my mind, I brusquely walked out the front 
door, grabbing my brief case on the way.
I barely had to wait a second outside, Darien pulled into our driveway 
within seconds and I took a deep breath before walking out to open the 
passenger door and slid in.