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At least the alcohol in Hawaii was good, Amelia thought as she made her way out of the local bar. It turned out that when there was no work to be done there wasn't much else to do when you are on vacation other than drink and go out. Especially when you were here alone. The next time Emmett insisted she go on a vacation she was going to insist that she and his wife go with her then. Amelia was an independent person. She ate alone. She often went to movies alone when she had time. When she used to have the time going hiking and rock climbing alone had been one of her favorite things to do. However, when it was just you all the time...it got old quick.
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So this time she had made her way into town for a drink. She was hit on by a few divorcee's who were at the bar, but she had just smiled and brushed them all off. She was sure that maybe in the two weeks she was supposed to be here she might desire a hook-up of some sort (what better place to hook up than a vacation?), but she didn't really fancy getting it on with middle-aged divorcees. She may have been thirty, but she could do better than mid-forties or the men who had no idea just who she was. At least, she wanted to tell herself she could do better than that. Amelia smiled politely at the last man who suggested he walk her back to her resort and told him she would be fine and that it was a short walk.
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He had looked like he was going to protest again, but the Brit woman gave him no time to as she walked out the door into the slightly cooler Hawaiian night. Even though it was now night and it should've been a good deal cooler, it still felt humid as all hell. How did people enjoy this climate? It felt as if it might rain at anymore. She sighed and shouldered her bag close to her as she walked the deserted streets towards her resort. She couldn't help the way that her footsteps picked up slightly because it was...dark and she was alone. She should've ubered.
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No sooner had she thought that was Amelia suddenly grabbed by the waist and a large hand clapped down on her mouth muffling the involuntary yelp that had emerged. Give me your wallet and there will be no issues." She felt rather than saw him remove his hand from her waist and the feel of something, a gun...a knife she didn't know, point into her lower back.
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Well, shit.
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This whole not being able to walk thing was beginning to grate on Amelia's nerves. Aw hell, who was she kidding? Beginning? Honestly, other than the fact that it meant interacting with the hot lifeguard...this stupid injury was most definitely the worst thing to happen on this even more stupid vacation. She had gotten some satisfaction out of the frantic phone call she had gotten from Emmett when she texted him that she had nearly drowned and was he happy that he sent her on this vacation now? Of course, as soon as she explained the situation he had rolled his eyes hard enough that she swear she could hear it through the phone and called her a drama queen.
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She had spent the rest of the phone call pouting in a way that she only ever did while talking with her best friend of ten years complaining about what she would do now. He had eventually told her that she was in Hawaii and to get a mai tai and sit by the pool. The phone call had ended with Amelia reluctantly admitting she at least had several appointments she could still do. One of these "appointments" was with Caleb Park. It wasn't really an appointment...it was just lunch. To be honest, though, she was glad for the distraction. She and Caleb had had a bit of a rough start, but...really it was just nice to have someone she didn't have to necessarily walk on eggshells around.
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Amelia somewhat hobbled into the place they had agreed to meet. She had had crutches, but after some of the swelling went down and she was able to put her weight on her ankle she had left them. She still had them, but she was ubering everywhere. She didn't need to have them all the time. She leaned against a bench meant for the waiting patrons as she waited for her...well was he a friend? He was a bit of a twat, honestly, but he was also probably the closest she got to a friend outside of Emmett with her work schedule. So, sure, she'd call him a friend. It sounded less pathetic that way.
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She let a small smile grace her features as she watched his familiar form enter the establishment. She waited until he was in hearing distance before she actually began to speak. "Hi." She said to him, pushing off the bench and only wincing slightly at the weight on her injured ankle. "So I've had a bleeding shitty vacation thus far and I will totally be ordering wine with lunch. So no judgment."
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Vacation. You’d be hard-pressed to find anyone who didn’t enjoy the idea of going on vacation. Amelia was not just anyone. She had things to do and far more pressing matters than worrying about stupid vacation. However, Emmett had not seen those pressing matters in the same light she did. It was only after she had broken two coffee mugs by throwing them at the wall in her kitchen out of stress and frustration that Emmett sat her down and said she was taking a vacation.
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He had already made all the bookings. She would be spending time in Maui at one of the best resorts. He told her to consider it a belated 30th birthday present. The stupid man had even taken her laptop so she wouldn’t be working while on vacation. Amelia had protested vehemently. There were too many things that had to be done to work on opening their markets in Latin America. Not to mention this stupid impending visa thing that was weighing on her mind.
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She did not want a vacation. She wanted to work. Regardless of this fact, Amelia boarded a flight (without her laptop) to Maui. It was two days in and she was...reluctantly enjoying the sun and sand. San Francisco’s cloudy skies felt like home after growing up in England, but that didn’t mean that the English woman didn’t relish the feel of the warm sun on her skin. That very feeling is what precisely brought her to the beach today.
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The crowds of tourists weren’t her favorite thing in the world, but she loved the ocean regardless. After about an hour of lounging on her towel and working on her tan...Amelia was bored out of her skull. She didn’t really know what to do with all this free time. She hated it. So, she thought maybe a swim would get it off her mind. The blonde pulled her hair back into a ponytail before she slowly made her way into the waves.
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Despite herself, Amelia found a small smile making it’s way across her lips as the waves lapped over her shins as she waded deeper. The water actually felt fairly pleasant as she finally reached enough that it was up to her chest. Now Amelia was a decent swimmer, but she knew enough to know she probably shouldn’t be going any deeper. A wave rocked her back slightly and she thought she should get a little shallower in the water.
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She took a step back just as pain went shooting up her leg originating in her foot. “Bloody hell.” She cursed as she went to lift her foot up to assess the damage. Problem was...her foot was not coming up. Shit. She tugged again and was only rewarded with the feel of coral scraping up against her ankle. It chafed at her skin.
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Amelia took a breath before she submerged herself to try and remove her foot. She gave it a solid tug with both hands and nothing came. Well, okay, this sucked. A breath escaped her as she came above the water to catch her breath. Amelia tried to fight the panic that was threatening to bloom in her chest. Just as she tried to gather her thoughts another wave came by and washed over her.
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Fuck. She went down and grabbed at her foot again. There was no give and Amelia had to emerge wondering what the hell she was going to do.
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One thing was for sure: if she survived this she was going to kill] Emmett.

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<br>Spitfire. Since the moment she was born Amelia Clarke has been known as such by pretty much everyone who gets to know her. Her parents knew that she was going to be something when they caught her at six years of age going through her older brother’s toys for things she could trade or sell with the other kids at school. Much to Amelia’s chagrin, they made her return the money and the toys that she had accumulated.
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That never stopped her though. She was always coming up with business ventures even in primary school. Some were successful and others landed her in giant piles of trouble, but Amelia didn’t stop. She was going to change the world in someway and she knew she’d get rich doing it. See…Amelia and her family were solidly middle class, but she grew up in one of the richest counties in England. She knew how the other half lived and one day, she wanted to get there.
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There were no delusions, however, on what it would take to make those dreams come true. She wasn’t about to doll herself up and attach herself to some rich man, no…she would work her ass off and she would get there. She knew she would get there. Amelia Clarke excelled at school. At sixteen, she took her A-levels and aced everyone. She quickly moved on to University of Oxford where she finished the business program with top marks.
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That wasn’t what made her time at Oxford life-changing, though. That was meeting Emmett Harris. He was an American student studying at Oxford under it’s software engineering program. She met Emmett during the orientation program and they hit it off immediately. He had this idea regarding social media and this application he would make to change it all. He told her all this over two pints of beer and well…after that it was history.
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Emmett went back to the states after graduation and Amelia followed. He had the smarts to make the product what it needed to be, but he lacked the business smarts (and let’s be honest, the assertiveness) that was necessary to make it successful. That is where Amelia comes in. She’s the business sense behind all his geeky brains. It’s been ten years since the start of their company and Amelia and Emmett’s brainchild is valued at about thirteen million.
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Amelia knows that’s just the beginning. The problem is that her work visa is going to expire soon and well, there’s still business to do. Don’t worry, she’s working on this. Amelia Clarke always has a plan.

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<p>friends Friends? What friends? That means having a social life and Amelia doesn’t have time for that. Emmett, her business partner, and his wife are her friends, but really…everyone else? They fall somewhere between acquaintances and business associates. That’s not to say that Amelia isn’t a great friend, because she would be! If she had any time to actually make friends…that being said she’d like to pretend she could make friends.

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<p>foes This category gets a little more attention because, well, she’s climbed up to the top and with that comes some enemies. She isn’t a pushover. You snap at her and she is going to bite back. There might be some business rivals from other companies and maybe some people that she has just rubbed the wrong way at some time in her past. I’m up for anything.

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<p>lovers Again…this would require actual time and Amelia live and breathes for her work. She doesn’t have time to date! That being said, she is a woman and she does have needs and so there are days when she goes to a club or bar just so she can find one guy to relieve some stress with. Those are always fun. Anything else, though, well we’d have to see what happens.


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