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back against the booth’s plush red seat.
     
    “Alright then, just in case, Victor, let human resources know you’re in a relationship with her. I’m not saying it to be a dick, I’m just being careful.”
     
    Victor nodded and waved his hand in both reassurance and dismissal. “Yeah, I understand, and I will. It’s no big deal.” Victor was cool with it and I allowed myself to be happy for him. A grin stretched across my face and Vic rolled his eyes at me.
     
    “I’m sorry, but the last time you’ve been in a relationship was like two years ago. Vanessa is hot by the way, you could do a whole lot worse.”
     
    Victor gave me a warning look. “Hey she’s mine, get your own. Anyway, with the amount of women coming after you now, when are you going to find the right one to settle down with?”
     
    My eyes widened at the fact that he just said, settle down .
     
    “ Settle down ? You’re thinking about settling down with her? Wow…Vanessa truly is magic.” Victor threw a napkin at me and I laughed. “This is amazing, I have to call Mama Galina and tell her she’s finally getting a daughter-in-law.”
     
    Victor’s eyes widened at my joke and I laughed even harder. “Don’t you even joke about that, my mother would be on the first plane over and she’ll never leave us alone.”
     
    I couldn’t help but laugh again at the visual.
     
    “Alright, alright, I’m done, but I am happy for you, Vic,” I said sincerely. I couldn’t help but think that he might be right, though, in his actions. I was thirty-four and it was probably about time I started settling down. Finding the right woman, however, might prove to be difficult.
     

Chapter2
     
     
    Christina
     
    My alarm jolted me out of a deep sleep and I floundered to turn the blaring contraption off. I really needed to get a new alarm clock, or maybe a phone so I could use that as my alarm. I couldn’t take waking up with a headache every day. I ended up knocking the clock off of my nightstand and it fell to the floor, the power plug coming out of the wall and effectively killing the annoying beeping.
     
    I sighed and pushed the blankets back to get up and get my day started. My once optimistic outlook on moving to New York City was swiftly waning. My job search was grueling, especially as I didn’t know anyone in the city who could get me any connections for a good advertising or marketing job.
     
    I rolled out of bed and marched across the open studio space to my bathroom for a quick shower. I dressed in a white blouse and dark blue jeans with a pair of white and gold flats. I had found a job at a modeling agency and was basically the intern assistant who got everyone coffee and food.
     
    I did do some secretarial work, but I mostly worked on the shoots and catered to the models' and photographers’ needs. It was entry level and mind numbing, but the agency was high-end and the job paid the bills. I quickly put on a few accessories and then grabbed my purse and keys to head to work.
     
    I lived in Brooklyn, just across the bridge from Manhattan, where the rent was marginally cheaper. It only made my commute about an hour long, and that was depending on traffic. I walked downstairs and out to the curb where my trusty Honda Civic sat waiting for me. It was nearly fifteen years old, but Ol’ Betty never missed a beat. I stopped by my favorite coffee and bagel place first for some breakfast and then headed into the city.
     
    “ There you are! We’ve been looking everywhere for you, Christina, weren’t you supposed to start at seven today?” One of the talent coordinators all but pounced on me as soon as I had my foot in the door.
     
    “It is seven, Kristi,” I pointed out and she glanced down at her watch.
     
    She seemed a bit confused, but also erratic and hopped up on something. Perhaps too many espresso shots. She was notorious for knocking those back.
     
    “Oh, well, I guess I lost track of time. Anyway, we’re setting up