Carmen got out of her car, her heels clicking against the concrete. She pulled her strap of her bag up her arm. She ran her fingers through her hair and walked into the door. She walked inside, waving to everyone saying hi to her and walk over to her desk. She sat her bag and keys down on her desk. She took a seat and ran her fingers through some papers. A woman walked up to Carmen’s desk and stood.

“Good morning my beautiful Latina. How’s life?”

Carmen looked up and saw Paula. “Hey. I’m doing really good. How’s the baby?”

A huge smile crept across Paula’s face. “She’s doing really great. She gets to come home tomorrow and so does Mia. How’s Miss Olivia?”

“She’s doing good, we’re doing good.” Carmen smiles. “This is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“That’s good to hear Morales, but I’m going to need those copies of  DJ AM’s interview on my desk in 15.”

“Gotcha.” Carmen twirled her seat around and started her computer.

            Shane was walking down the street, looking for somewhere she could score. She rubbed her nose and shoved her hands into her pockets. She saw her dealer and walked up to him. She handed him the money and grabbed the bag from his hand. She walked away and walked around the corner. She put her hood up and crossed the street. She came to a big window of a company in front of her: Nightlife LA. She stopped when she saw a familiar face. She stared through the glass at this woman that was a part of her life. She heard thunder and looked up. The rain fell onto her distorted face. She looked down and turned back at the window.

“God, why are you doing this to me?” She saw the woman turned around and looked away from the window. The woman looked at the mysterious woman standing by the window. Shane felt that her eyes were on her and walked away from the window. Carmen walked towards the window to see if she could catch a glimpse of the woman. She sighed and dropped her arms. She walked back over to the desk and started to sort through the papers.