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Apartment 16B

Lindsey is the CEO of her own fashion magazine and business, however, she needs a roommate to keep her apartement. Bailey French, is according to her assitant, was the best choice and now they must live togeter for the nex year.

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Chapter One

"Lindsey Floyd is a successful and powerful women.' Tokyo Fashion.

"Her designs are both innovative and perfect for just about anyone." New York Fashion.

"She's deadly in her skills with a pencil. Her clothes are art. I can't wait to see what she comes up with next!" Smith's Fashion Blog.

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"See? You haven't lost your touch," a man with raven black hair and glasses, standing in front of his boss and friend's desk. Reading some of the comments about her work. He was also her personal assistant and one of the editors for the magazine.

"Yes, I'm aware of my popularity Asa," Lindsey told him pushing her own short raven locks behind her ear. She was looking through her last portfolio, to try and come up with some ideas for the new season.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I have no inspiration," she told him, closing her portfolio in her small hands. "I can't think of a damn thing! Not to mention Daminique has moved out, so now I have a spare bedroom and no one to fill it. I make good money, but most of it goes to this company and charities."

"Why can't you find a new roommate?" Asa suggested. He knew that light behind her green eyes wasn't going to boat well, not for him anyway.

"You find one. Someone who isn't a crazy fan, follow designer and has no connections to the fashion world."

"But -" Asa was cut of by the phone ringing and he knew not to continue trying to deny his boss' request. He didn't need Lindsey's phone down his throat, not like the last poor sucker who talked while she was taking a phone call.

He sighed as he left the room, wondering how many of his friends he could call and mange to keep under wraps, so that the media didn't find out where she lived. Asa knew that she didn't want anyone coming to her home at three in the morning.

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"I find her," Asa said entering his boss' office. He looked through his old year book and remember an friend of his that would be perfect. If she didn't want it, then she most likely knew someone who was just as good.

"What?" She didn't even look up from her sketchpad or her computer screen, even when he stood in front of her desk. He was used to it, but others would complain about her being 'rude' since she wanted to get her job done. The new ones always learned, or they quit and weren't their problem anymore.

"Roommate."

"Did you interview her?" she asked looking at him with forest green eyes.

"I was thinking that you could talk to her, since I'm not going to be living with her," Asa told her, but she only waved a hand at his request and went back to her computer.

"You picked her, I'm sure she'll be fine," she told him going back to going through their budget. She had to make sure they were making enough to buy the materials she needed for her new dresses. Along with the other designers who worked for her, then she had to start planning the fashion show. She would need to talk to some new models, since some of hers broke her leg and wouldn't be able to work for the rest of the year.

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"Bailey French." Asa sighed as he repeated her name, putting down his old year book. Bailey was a friend from high school, he respected her since she never really cared what others thought of her, but he had lost track of her once they went to University.

If he's memory was correct, Bailey was a sweet girl, she might have a bad temper, but she was a sweet girl and a good friend. Picking up his office phone, he called the friend he hadn't seen since they were eighteen, almost six years. "Hey Bailey. It's Asa from school."

"Hey," she answered, she sounded tired and that, almost, made his feel bad about calling her. "You're not looking for money are you?"

"No I'm not. I'm calling for a friend of mine, she needs a roommate," he told her. He thought someone would've called her, but if that was her first response, then he regretted not trying to find her sooner. "I was wondering if you knew anyone who was looking for a place to live."

"Where does she live?"

"In one of the busiest parts of New York."

"So you know. I've been looking for a place. I've been wanting to get out of my share house for a while to get away... I just need to be closer to work."

Asa raised an eyebrow at her words, 'get away'? But from who? He knew that she wasn't popular, but she sounded almost scared of the whoever or whatever she was 'getting away' from. "Really? Can you come into my office later today? She's not going to let anyone live with her."

He had to smile. He knew he had her, she was a natural protective and curious person. Not herself it seems, she cared about everyone but herself. He had seen her work herself to the bone to make a little child happy before he passed away from cancer. Some never changed and it seemed she was one of them.

"Sure... what's the address? I can't stay long."

"I know. We've all been busy since we left University."

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"Your boss needs a roommate?" Bailey asked after he told her the reason he asked if she knew someone looking for a place to live. "And you think I'm the right one?"

"Yes. Can I trust you?" Asa asked. She hadn't changed since he last saw her, sure, she might've lost a bit of weight and the bags under her eyes were a bit heaver. "You know I wouldn't have asked otherwise. But we haven't seen each other in six years, so can I?"

"I just find it weird that your asking me," Bailey said playing with her blonde hair. She hated the colour of her hair, but was too lazy and poor to get it dyed. After all, people thought she never wished her hair. Dirty blonde. "Why not put an advertisement out on the paper? I'm sure people would love to share a house."

Asa only smiled. She was perfect, she had no idea who Lindsey was or what she did. But he had to ask, just in case she did know her name and was a fan. "Lindsey Floyd?"

"Who?" Bailey didn't know why Asa was asking her about a name. while she wasn't the worse at remembering names, face or dates. It was usually only for friends and family, not celebrities or any one she didn't know.

"She's the main editor for Floyd Fashion Magazine. Not only is she also a designer," Asa told her, while she just looked at him with a blink face. He wanted to hug her, since he knew that she never paid attention to clothes or who made them. "She's the one who runs the place. Many designers have become popular because their work was featured in one of her magazine. Everything you see here, she built."

"Then why is she renting?" Bailey asked. Wondering if she was going to be like her last female roommate, always thinking she was better then her. "I'm she would be able to buy her own place. Even then, she should be able to pay rent by herself."

"I think she's terrified of living by herself. In a city where she's well known and some people hate her. She gets just as much hate mail as fan mail," he told her while putting his hand on his chin. He wished her last roommate hadn't moved out, but he had a feeling that it was for the better. After all, his grandmother always told him 'things come and leave when needed'. "When she first moved in, she had a roommate. I think she liked the company, not someone who would steal her work or judge. She doesn't need someone going to the media. She might want to feel safe."

"I want to see the place first," Bailey told him looking at him with slightly dulled blue eyes. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but the company looked well of, so she was hoping that the house or apartment was nice. "Not that I think she'd live somewhere..."

"It's fine. I'm sure the landlord would be happy to show you around. Can you do tomorrow or even in two days?"

"I can. Can you just text me the details?"

"Of course Bailey. I'll just need your phone number."