There's only two things you learn in New York, two things that are the best advice any person can give you. That's, keep your nose clean, and if you let people walk all over you, they'll be glad to help in that situation. 

I spent the last few weeks, after Darl and I ended on a needs to get away day. I felt that I needed some space away from men and the things that comes with them. I was sitting at my work desk, when I heard a few girls gossiping as usually about the new manager we would be getting. Sometimes I think to myself why do I even bother listening, but most of what they say usually does sound interesting to investigate further. "O.M.G did you hear about the new manager." One girl exclaimed causally as she fake gasp. "Omgosh yass, they are so damn cute." Another one replied as she was sitting on the edge of the desk. "I heard he is the hottest manager ever." The last one said smirking sexually. 

'If you are a man, hide you're dick from these women, as they're like sharks and only see one thing through they're glasses.' I get up and gulp as I grab some paperwork and walk past them as one of them sees me and speaks with a mild tone. "Oh hey, Sarah didn't see you." One said sarcastically as I slowly rotated my body giving a fake smile. "Oh, hey, yeah right." I said casually and have this soft tone. The others look at me like I was trying to give some type of tone, and yes I was. They couldn't be more right than they all were, but I couldn't bring myself to say it as this was after all a work environment and not a beat my co-workers asses environment. I smile continuously as another one smirks and she gives me a chuckle. "Well someone woke up with they're boobies on the ground." She fronted. 

'Wow, a saggy boob insult, nice.' "Okay, I'mma go like now." I said turning around and walking off with the paperwork. "Tell Darl we said hi!" One says laughing as I stop in my tracks as I heard them all giggle and went back to they're conversing. I manage to glance back at them as I watched them again and then rolled my eyes walking faster away. The heels against my skin was making me have an ankle itch as it was irritating my skin. I always have sensitive skin and it's annoying when it happens because I can't manage and help but to scratch it every now and then. I had been reassigned to the new project that was for designer clothing. It has to be dresses, and thus I was really good at that. 

I had also gotten informed that we would be having new people coming into the work business. This wasn't just a company for girls, guys could come as well, but it's not like a lot was into fashion unless they were homosexuals. I had gotten a liking to one of the co-workers who so happened to be gay, and loved what he did. I was doing the paperwork and copying them in the printer, when I heard him speaking publicly in the speech office. I saw him in his nice button down attire with his dazzling earrings he wore. He loved fashion and had a thing for Leopard skins and prints. I saw him in the window as he was doing a PowerPoint, and I went to walk over towards that area. I lean against the door as he continued to speak and glanced up seeing me. 

He then cleared his throat, and continued talking to them about what we could do to excel our products. He then looked down at his watch and clapped his hands and turned the lights back on as I blinked from the brightness. "Thanks ladies and gents be sure to take copies of the magazines and it's new designs please." He said cheerfully and then rolled his eyes at them as they left. As they did I moved over and walked inside, as I saw him and he came towards me. We both hug happily as we saw one another as he side kissed my cheeks. "Hey darling! Ah you look like a hot ass mess." He told me seeing my hair. It was in a messy bun that day, as I gotten lazy to do anything with it. "Thanks for that" I said sarcastically as I looked away and tried to change the subject. 

"Hey I'm just saying darling I know a wonderful makeup artists she's fab your gonna love her." He tells me as he walks past me and grabs his work and I follow. 

"I've told you before Brad I don't want to walk around the office looking like a circus freak." I say slamming the books down on the desk. He then smirks and goes to the copy machine and takes off my paperwork and puts in his own. He gives me the look of, you wouldn't look like that if you have my makeup artist when I was referring to that person from the beginning. In a way, he always tried to get me to do that, my only Asian friend with this black nice smooth hair and oh yeah he's gay. I felt my entire life being the same thing, making copies and listening to Brad explaining I'd need a makeover from my entire face. I wondered to myself, if I'd always have to listen to the same consistent barking like everyone else. 

"Mmm, okay hun but if you change your mind. You know my number. I just really think you should get out more." He tells me as he picks up his papers and I look at him with a smack lips. He winks cutely and walks off unphased by what he told me. The gasp between my lips stays as I watch him walk off and moves past others to get through. 'I need to go out more?' I tell myself. I never heard that one before, I felt I've been doing nothing but going out, at least at work. That's somewhere right? Oh gosh I sound like a damn grandma who's had her saggy boobies down to the doormat. I sighed aloud and then walk off and back to my desk as I've tired already. I rock back and front in my desk chair as it had wheels at the bottom of them. If I wanted to fall over I should've done it the minute I felt this unease stomach tension. 

~~~~~ 2 Hours Later ~~~~~

A knock on my office happened as I was playing with my pen clicking it on and off. "Come in" I stated as I heard the door and a smile walks inside. The new face I never seen before as he was the most handsomeness thing I've seen all day. His soft blue eyes as he had no beard and he had this nice black short hair. His teeth was white, and had the smile of someone with gold beauty. He was in a nice gray suit as he walked in fully and then extended his hand in getting. "Hello, Ms. Pendant is it?" He asked taking my hand. I had zoned out for a moment and nodded unexpectedly as I fumbled around trying to speak in a direction. "Huh? What? Oh yes! Yes that's me. Haha sorry." I said sounded dumb as hell. "Haha, yes well um I wanted to introduce myself my name is Kent Clement you may call me Kenny if you wish. I shall be your new manager for the department of dress designs." He said firmly. 

'He could be my boss any day and I don't just mean at work.' "Oh well, I um— nice to meet you, Mr. Clement" I said feeling myself freeze up and getting sweaty. I hope he felt that intensity because I was about to collapse it he didn't release me. He then let go off my hand and chuckle softly and then started to walk out the room. "Well I'll leave you to your work then." He tells me and closed the door behind him. I never thought I'd say this about my own boss but I feel like I just walked into a fairytale and came out with a damn prince.

 Another day another hour in ladies welcome to the wonderful world of Manhattan. I like to think that our local beautiful city was once created by Goddesses. Now, all I see is it sitting in a pile of shit for breakfast as you walk up and down the busy streets. 

I guess any basic story starts from beginning but, psh why would you wanna hear that? I could go on and on about my dull life and how I ended up in the magazine company. I work for that billion dollar place that has all the stuck up prissy fashion women who love talking about themselves. I work a normal shift and sometimes I do overnights just to get those extra hours at the office. I'm sitting on my ass all day long, and don't have a single person to go home too. 

What type of lifestyle is that worth living, the single life or the single life who leads someone into depression. Nevertheless, I sound more like a writer and less like a fashionista. I don't want to bore you, but I don't also want to skip over some special events that transpired in my life over the past several months. 

~~~~~~~~ Time Skip ~~~~~~~~~

"What do you mean Darl?" I asked him as tears ran down my cheeks stinging them softly. I had just been crying for several minutes, as Darl had his bags already in the car. "Look I just can't do this anymore." He kept telling me repeatedly as he picked up another bag and took out his car keys. Some of the neighbors liked to be nosey, as I was wearing my sunny dress top, with the pink and white flowers on it, as the dress was pink itself. My hair was down, but was messy from exhaustion as I came home that day tired. We lived in the nice suburbs a place that was calm and had no crime rating either. A small house that was one floor in the entire house as the other homes was the same. 

"Tell me what you can't do, Darl?" I asked him still awaiting for him to answer my damn question. I sniffed softly as he turned and looked at me. His small green eyes matched mines, as my blonde hair had the breeze against it. He slammed the truck of his car down as he went closer in a way but kept his distance. Mrs. Briz was looking beyond her fence as she notice some of the commotion going over in my house. She was always nosey and loved being in my affairs when it was never her place. She was old so I assumed she didn't have anything better to do, than to bother a 25 year old woman like myself. "I think we both just want different things, Sarah." He tells me, as I sniffed again and crossed my arms. 

Confused in a way by his assumption to think such a thing, I never in my dreams thought that Darl would feel this way. I wake up from a nap only to find him packing up his things, assuming he just had a business trip, but reality he was leaving me. "Different things?" I asked him questionably. "Yes! Different things. I just don't see myself with you anymore. We fight all the time, and I mean, I feel like our relationship isn't going anywhere." He told me, as he sighed with annoyance. At this point I had nothing to say towards him as my eyes were hurt with pain and redness. Looking down at the ground slightly, I felt the pain in my heart as he felt like a dagger had stab at me. 

"I'm sorry." He says finally, and he then walks over to his car door. He then opens it and gets into the vehicle as he starts it up. I watch him unable to really blink or speak in that moment. He pulls out my driveway and then immediately turns his car and drives off. 'Yup, that's me, another idiotic blonde girl who just got dump right on her own front porch. I had manage to turn and see Mrs. Briz looking over her fence as she caught my exhausted glance. She then immediately pretended she was doing something and scratched her head as I continued to stare at nothing.' I eventually walked inside and manage to sit in my kitchen and eat ice cream as I allowed some of it to drip off my mouth. 

A terrible day, and it was even worse because I didn't get a promotion like I wanted too. These past few days have been exceptionally unsatisfying as it felt like the world was coming down on me. Even then I loved fashion, I couldn't fill the void I felt every single day that was within my mind and soul. I was sitting on nothing and worked with nothing. I then felt myself cry again as I slid down on the counter and hit the baseboard of the dresser cabinets. The wooden attire I had in my kitchen with the silver medal fridge, that had double doors. The living room being right beside the kitchen you could see the flatscreen tv from it. Nothing on but the damn news to drown my sorrows with the things they said on it. 

Slowly getting up and I had slammed the ice cream down into the counter and turned and saw that the news was speaking about a new fashion clothing designer. I loved hearing that because it made me come up with new ideas at work. New York was a busy place, but it never stop having models seek other opportunities to want our clothing. We made tons of money based off that and in doing so, we've reached unmeasurable heights because of it. I knew I wanted to run my own business someday, and it was going to be clothing and maybe hairstyles as well, I love playing in people's hair. I then slowly walked to the couch and went to the table to grab my cell phone, that lets be honest was not about to get paid. 

I felt it was no need in doing so since, the only people that really called was my mother, father, Darl, Tiffany, Lace, and my other girlfriend Macy. However, they were either out all partying or had stop by the shops to get they're latest gossip. I decided I'd call no body and whether sit there with my silk face and pouted lips, and aching back. I wanted to be alone and in a way, I never wanted to not have love, I work and work and never get any affection. Darl was an asshole but he was my asshole and now I'm a shepherd without its asshole sheep to not move them along. My blue eyes darted to my window, as I fantasized about what could be and the possibilities of how my life could actually go.