Stranger // [Justin Bieber]

Prologue

"Don't worry, they won't smell it," he jokes, putting the flask back in his bag. "Now, make sure you come across as miss B when she is Sasha Fierce. Stab any bïtch that want you to do their dirty work, you hear me?"

I roll my eyes, I don't understand half the terminology he just used, "I need to go, I'm going to be late."

Will is clearly unimpressed with my statement, as he crosses his arms.

"Leah Michelle Smith!" he huffs, "you listen to me when I give valuable advice for free! You're a goddamn marvelous writer, I read some of that so called hidden files on your laptop," he exclaims, lifting up his finger to shut me up when he sees I want to interrupt him, "so act like a BOSS in there! No excuses!"

Internally I flinch at the sound of him calling me Leah Michelle Smith. One of the many things that had to change when I came to New York. Now is not the time to reminisce about the past so I nod my head. Will looks like he just gave the I have a dream speech by Martin Luther King Jr. I know he is just trying to hype me up to be on my game on my first day.

"What are you going to do today? Since you're never awake so early." I ask.

"I set ten damn alarm clocks for your ass, girl, you better be thankful as hell," he says, "and you better buy me a pizza and a drink tonight," he smirks, "as for now, I saw some sexy ass men over at that coffee shop over there," he points to what seemed to be an up-market coffee shop for professionals, "I'll be working my magic!" he says, walking away.

"Say ass one more time for me!" I shout as he walks away like a freaking model on the runway.

A sassy Lafayette from True Blood pops up in my head when I think of Will chatting up straight men in the most inappropriate of places. I shake my head and laugh to myself when the elevator reaches the seventh floor.

Instead of stepping out the elevator like a normal person, my whole body crashes into what feels like a concrete brick wall when I try to move forward. Before I could see who I walked into, my head bumps against the person again and I stumble to the side. Ever so elegantly, well, more like a chicken running around without a head, I fall to the floor in a big plonk.

"Ow," I murmur as I rub my forehead.

"Shit! Here, let me help you," a husky voice says. He bows down and puts his hand around my waist for support as I'm pulled back up. 

I'm met with the most beautiful golden brown eyes, framed by dark chocolate brows. Holy shit.

I should probably open my mouth and speak, but I think my brain just froze.

Maday! Mayday! Brain malfunctioning!

His lips grow into a slight smile as he looks at me. I think he is finding this amusing - my sudden muteness, because it takes a whole minute before he eventually speaks. "Are you okay?" He rubs the back of his neck with his hand and to my convenience, his baggy shirt allows for the sleeve to fall down and his biceps are in full view.

He raises a brow, clearly noticing me stare at him.

Right, I should speak.

"I, um, work -" I stutter embarrassingly, slapping myself mentally for how stupid I must sound to the godlike creature in front of me.

"You work here?" he asks, looking behind him and back at me, making his bleached, wavy hair bounce underneath his black hat.

I nod, "First day." My muscles decide to start working again, thankfully; and I readjust the red scarf around my neck and pull down my black skirt that almost managed to work its way up to my butt.

A moment of silence passes again. The stranger keeps standing in front of me, making it really inconvenient for me to walk pass him.

"So..." I awkwardly say.

"So..." he teases back, making me chuckle.

"I should probably get going..." I mumble in a low voice.

"Tell me your name first."

"It's Cal-, Leah, just Leah," I manage to stop myself before giving myself away.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Leah," he holds out his hand for me to shake, "good luck with your first day," he steps to the side and in to the elevator, allowing me to pass.

I turn back looking at him, "Wait, aren't you going to tell me your name?"

He suddenly frowns, looking up at me in confusion, "You don't know who I am?"

The elevator doors start closing as I shake my head.

"I'm Justin," he says as he clearly sees my facial expression confused and unchanged, "Justin Bieber?" he asks.

The name sounds familiar, but I can't place it. Am I supposed to know who he is?

"I'm sorry?" I say, watching as the elevator doors close.

From the small gap between the doors I could see his wide eyes as he shouted "Wait! Where are you from?"

With the blink of an eye, the doors are closed and I could see from the numbers above, the elevator is moving down to basement.

I shrug and turn to walk to the HR office. I am already ten minutes late for my first day of work.

Here goes nothing.

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I'm slowly coming back to the first chapters and editing/rewriting some parts to better the story. Nothing major is changing, just the wording/grammar/sentence structures etc.

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