Hey, guys! I'm back! This time I've decided to use the help of an amazing beta-reader, McGonagall's Bola. Thank you so much for your kindness, your precious suggestions and your endless patience.

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Monday. Most of the people in the world hate this day. Yet ,there's one person, one raven-haired woman, who doesn't care about it. It's been more than six years since she first walked in the building standing in front of her, but every day she still feels like it is her first time ever.

Alex Vause always had a passion for words, music, books, canvas and every kind of form people use to express themselves, their emotions. She is what we can call a 100% arts lover. She loves how a piece of art, let it be a song, a book, or a painting, can express more things than words will ever be able to. So, having a job as a speaker with one of the most famous radio in New York City, where she can talk about everything she likes, it doesn't even feel like going to work. When they say to choose a job you love and you'll never work a day in your life, well, they're right, and she knows she is pretty lucky. However, she also knows she is not simply lucky, because she has earned every bit of it. Going to college was her dream; her mother did all she could to let her child achieve her wish. Scholarships and part-time jobs did the trick. Alex Vause and her proud single mother, Diane, worked so hard to make it happen. So every day, when she steps in this gigantic building and reaches the floor where the studios are, she still feels like she's living a dream.

Her live radio show is one of the most followed, not just because her voice is enjoyable, raspy and almost as hot as she is in person, but because people who listen to it have a space where they can send questions or ask for advice, and she will reply, and talk about it during the show. It's pretty awesome, to say at least. She likes to read some of the messages she gets, and then she builds her show on it, finding songs and books that may enlighten or help the listeners. Of course she doesn't do this all by herself; she has a close team and they work together to every detail, but she is in charge of her own show. And that's of course the climax of her dream. She goes live at nine in the evening every day except for weekends, when everyone is home, lost in their thoughts and problems. She is there, to spread some love and light, as she likes to say.

Hearing nothing but the click of her heels on the pavement, she knows today is unusual. The moment she steps in the office, she notices there's a weird mood today at work, like something is about to happen. She enters her office and Tom is there, lost in his thoughts, staring at his iPad. Tom is one of her closest work partners, and she really think he is the best person she's ever worked with. They're so connected, always going in the same direction. She doesn't think she will ever find someone like him. She totally trusts him; he's like the only person she takes work advice from. She doesn't like taking advice. She doesn't see herself as a conceited woman, but sometimes she knows she can be one. It's just that she is totally sure of what she does that no doubt can ever cloud her.

The man in her office welcomes her after acknowledging her presence and then spills the bean, clearing Alex's questions about the weird air that envelops the studios on this day.

"You know," he whispers, taking his gaze off of the iPad and looking at Alex, "they say we'll get a new editor today."

"A new editor? What happened to Marie?" she asks with a concerned look, hanging her jacket on the hanger.

"Umh, they say she left for 'personal problems'. Rumours want you to be her personal problem."

"Who spreads these rumours? I did nothing to her!" she exclaims with a worried look.

"Rumours want that to be the reason of her departure, like she couldn't handle it anymore."

"Rumours, ah? Rumours must have a name and a face." She lets out a quiet laugh.

After the quick update about their editor, or shall we say ex-editor, they start to work on the week's schedule. Alex picks up some of the messages she likes the most and starts to do her research with Tom's help. Most of the time, she likes to give advice about friendship and love. She also likes to reply to younger people and their school drama. Tom always says he doesn't know how she can be so wise about life and love and at the same time have such a lonely one herself. She says she's fine that way, and it's also easier to solve other people's drama. She has had serious relationships, but for one reason or another, things got heavy and someone put an end to it.

Today, there's a very thrilling message, even if she gets plenty of them every day. This one just asks her one thing: "What do you think about soulmates?" She lets out a giggle after reading it, and her co-worker looks at her wondering. The word 'soulmate' always had Alex thinking. Reading books about love, of course, made her think that soulmates could exist. Songs were pretty persuasive too. Yet, in real life, out of the bubble made by books and songs, she didn't fully believe in soulmates. The thought that you end up meeting someone in the middle of nowhere and fall instantly in love, that's not something that she's ever felt. She feels attracted to many women, even felt in love with some of them but, no, she's never thought 'Okay, you could be my soulmate'. So she asks herself if soulmates really do exist or if it is just a very romantic way to see love or to sell books.

"What's so funny?" he asks.

"This question. 'What do you think about soulmates?'." She hands it to him. He smiles.

"So, we found our first topic of the week?"

"Totally." She smiles excitedly, "I have the perfect song," she adds.

"You're always one step ahead, aren't you?"

"Mama raised me to be this way," she says proudly.

She starts to write down her ideas, and the first song that she thinks about is an R'n'B classic, 'The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face' by Roberta Flack.

Focused on her work, Alex doesn't notice it's lunch time. She has to just add something and she's ready to go live tonight. After finding Tom and Nicky, aka the first person she met when she stepped inside of the studios on her first day, they all go to lunch together. The rumours about Marie's departure don't stop, and she is glad to hear one different version about it. Tom looks at her, making some faces and smiling, so Nicky interrupts the unhearable conversation with her loud voice, feeling the unspoken exchange of words.

"What did you do, Vause?"

"I'm sorry?"

"C'mon, I know this new job offer excuse is crap. Tell me the kinky details!"

"I don't know what you think you know, but no kinky details. Sorry to disappoint you, perv." She smirks at her, attempting to throw some bread in her messy blonde hair.

"Okay, then, I'll ask about it around."

"There's nothing to ask about. Why do you and this asshole don't get it? There's been nothing, I swear."

She is being honest. There has never been anything between her and Marie. The blonde woman had instantly developed a crazy attraction for the brunette, enchanted by her perfect appareance and igniting vision. She felt the way the blonde looked at her, devouring every inch of her frame. However, Alex never mixes work and personal life. Even if her work is her life. She'd never date a co-worker; she could just hang out with them or go for a drink, friendly speaking. Yet never for dating purposes. She always said she needs to be focused and can't handle having someone that would take her attention away. Not that someone able to do that ever came in. Yes, Marie was cute,but she didn't flip her head, didn't steal her attention or anything like that. So until now it's been pretty easy to be in control. After the two chatty companions stop with their banters about Marie and Alex, they keep chatting about anything else. Nicky knows most of the stuff and the rumours because she works at the front desk as a secretary. So she looks around and suspiciously leans in, encouraging her friends to do the same.

"I've heard they already have a substitute. A woman of twenty-four, Smith graduated, and it will be her first important job as she has no big experience in the field."

"Twenty-four? Damn, I feel old," Tom mumbles.

"Because you are," Alex says with a giggle. Then, she gets serious, and after taking a sip of water, she adds, "I just hope she won't stick her nose in my work. Marie was good at doing that."

"Just that?" Nicky asks with a smirk.

"Will you ever stop?" Alex says, shaking her head. "I better go back to work, you know, because that's what we do in that building.", So, the brunette stands up and waves goodbye to her friends, smiling at Tom, who is laughing at the cross talk between the two women.

Leaving the small cafe to reach the studio's building, Alex halts in the hall for a moment, because she can't find her badge. Once she finds it, she goes for the elevator, which is empty. She starts typing on her smartphone, because a song just came into her mind. At the very last moment, someone steps in, but she doesn't look. When she takes her eyes off the screen, she notices red heels. Travelling up with her gaze, she meets long slim legs under a black pencil skirt that hugs every curve perfectly. 'Damn', she thinks. Her gaze keeps travelling and reveal a blonde haired woman in a black blazer with a nice flashing red purse hanging from her elbow. The elevator is not moving, so it means no one selected the floor number.

"What floor?" Alex asks with a calm voice, stepping near the blonde woman, who turns her head, and damn. This is getting even better. Blue shining eyes look at her, and a smile introduces the sweetest voice she's ever heard.

"Fourth. Thank you," she says. Alex smiles at her and feels an unfamiliar drop in her belly.

"No problem," she says before pushing the button and going back to her previous spot, where she has a better view of the blonde woman. The girl turns her head and looks at Alex, probably feeling the heavy look she is giving her.

"Do you work here?" the blonde girl asks, nervous but still lovely.

"Yes. What about you?" Alex replies.

"I'm starting today. I'm very excited!" she says, and Alex smiles again. Adorable.

"Congrats then," she says before the door swings open, telling them they've reached the selected floor.

The blonde woman steps out, but before the door closes, she says something, "Thank you! I'll see you around, I guess!" and Alex nods with a smirk. I can't wait, blondie.

The elevator reaches the sixth floor, where the studios are, and Alex goes back into her office. She smiles at herself for what she's thinking. That girl was hot. Super hot. We'll have to find out where she works, her brain tells her. She nods, and then she looks at her previous notes about the show schedule.

"Let's go back to soulmates," she says to herself, giggling.

"Who's going to approve my schedule? Since we have no editor?" Alex asks Tom and the staff in the room.

They look at her and smile. As usual, she must have lost track of time, drowning herself into work, without noticing that the new editor came in three hours ago.

"Actually, the new editor has arrived," Tom says, and the rest of the people confirm his words, nodding.

"Oh. How long have I been here?" Alex asks, pushing her glasses on top of her head.

"The whole afternoon. Did you pee at least?" one of the guys, Lee, asks her.

"I think I did." They all laugh.

Shaking her head in disbelief, rubbing her eyes and not believing she did it again, burying herself into work, she collects some papers and says everyone she is going to meet this new editor. Walking up to reach the editor's office, she wonders what she will look like. She knows the new editor is a girl, a young lady. However, Nicky may be wrong.

Getting closer to it, she spots the Chief, probably leaving the new editor's office, after giving her some tips and guidelines. He sees her and waves, telling her the new editor is ready to help her with the schedule and knows everything about her show. She is relieved, for at least she won't be talking with some clueless girl. When she knocks on the wooden door, a light voice tells her to come in. The blonde haired woman is standing in front of her desk, her back at the door, so Alex is welcomed by the woman's shoulders ─ and a nice form. A familiar shape. She's seen that skirt before. Those heels. Oh. 'You gotta be kidding me', she thinks. It's the young woman from this morning. The hot one. She smiles, already picturing the reaction of the girl. When the blonde turns to talk to her, her face could be a new meme. She is a mix of surprise, pleasure, confusion, shyness. She gathers herself, and speaks.