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appearance.
    “Come on,” he said and led me out to the foyer where many cardboard boxes sat. I saw my olive green messenger bag leaning against one of the boxes and sighed in relief. I grabbed it and slung it across my body.
    Siva closed and locked the door behind us.
    Siva pushed the button for the elevator and the doors promptly opened. I hurried in before the doors could close.
    Once the doors closed the air around me sparkled with electricity. I glanced at Siva and saw that he was looking at me in a similar manner. I wanted to lean over and close the distance between us but just as I was about to move t he elevator lurched to a stop in the garage.
    When the doors slid open the electricity immediately disappeared.
    I followed Siva to the Porsche. I had barely closed the car door before Siva was racing out of the garage and onto the London streets.
    Siva stopped in front of Avid News.
    I didn’t bother to ask how he knew where I worked. I was pretty sure I didn’t want to know the answer.
    “Bye,” I called over my shoulder as I climbed out of the car.
    I ran up the gray stone steps and into the building.
    “Hey Sloane,” said Mac as I slid into my seat.
    I smiled and said, “Hey,” to the smiling Irishman.
    “How are you doing?” he asked leaning over the partition that separated our desks.
    “As well as can be expected I suppose,” I said pulling out my computer and booting it up.
    He smiled. “Well, if you need anything, someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, whatever it is, I’m your man,” said Mac.
    “Thanks,” I said with a small smile.
    MacAuley “Mac” Grant had a thing for me. Ever since I started working here he had made his attraction known despite my relationship with Dev. He had finally accepted that we’d never have more than a friendship and had let it go. Now that Dev was gone I was sure Mac’s attentions would resurface. Yippee for me.
    It wasn’t that he was a bad guy or bad looking for that matter he just wasn’t my type. He had shaggy, soft colored, brown hair and soft green eyes.  He had a sweet smile and boyish charm. But I had never found myself having any feelings for him other than those of a friend.
    Mac winked at me and then settled back down at his desk.
    My computer hummed to life and I quickly typed in my password. My wallpaper popped up and it was a picture of me and Dev on vacation in Rio. I sighed as I looked at our happy faces pressed lovingly together.
    “Sloane,” said my boss stopping by my desk.
    April Linwood was a slender, leggy, blonde and very good at her job. She was a kind boss and although she was critical of our work she always gave the best advice.
    “Morning April,” I smiled pleasantly.
    “Here’s your assignment,” she said.
    “Thanks,” I said taking the folder from her.
    She smiled and moved on. I opened the folder and sighed. April wanted me to write yet another article on some celebrity going to rehab. I wanted to write serious journalism not this celebrity trash. But you do what you have to do on your climb to the top. And this was the only job I could get. 
    I looked back at my computer and sighed at th e picture. I just didn’t have the heart to change it. Dev had been so much a part of my life that it felt wrong to completely eradicate him.
    I dove into writing the article with fervor . Celebrity gossip may not have been my forte but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make the best of it.
    When lunch rolled around I realized that I hadn’t packed anything which meant I’d have to go out. I grabbed my purse and leaned over the partition to Mac .
    “Hey,” I smiled. “I’m going out for lunch, be back soon.”
    “Later,” he grinned, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair.
    “Sloane,” called Franca, another writer. “Someone’s here for you,” she said and then waggled her eyebrows.
    I looked back at Mac and gave him an apologetic smile.
    Mac stood and made like he was going to the break room