Post by anastasia laurel barton on Feb 2, 2015 1:20:34 GMT -5
the crisp cool air helped her think, she had been on the phone most of the day on and off arguing with an author that she was working with. damn people, they had to trust her, obviously she knew what she was doing or she wouldn’t have her job. well, that wasn’t entirely true since her grandparents owned the publishing company, but she had gotten her job before they bought the company. she needed to get home and get dinner going, but instead, she came out for a walk with her dogs; Charlie, Kyle and Pearl. She could probably stop somewhere and get food if she really needed to. But, she really just wanted to walk around and freeze her nose off. She could hear her phone ring her pocket and she glared at the sound. ”Monica! I Swear to God….” She stopped when she heard the voice on the other end, it was not who she thought it was. Anastasia, is that how you answer your phone? It’s highly inappropriate.” the French accented, prim voice came crashing into her. ”Mother…” she said all most breathlessly. She looked at the phone, glaring at it. She hated herself at the moment. ”I’m sorry mother, I’ve had a very long day, and I thought you were an author I’m working with..” she tried to explain, but her mother wouldn’t hear anything about it. ”That’s not how you should work with your authors. It’s their book that will make you money. You should act more professionally.” she lectured her. Ana rolled her eyes, half expecting her mother to be able to see that. She let out a long breath as she tried to collect herself. ”Of course mother. What did you want?” she asked. ”What?” Ana let out a sigh, really, sometimes her mother could be impossible. Ever since they moved to the city from France, she suddenly found herself ten times as busy as she was before. ”Mother, you called me remember?” she questioned for a moment. ”Right, we’re having a dinner party on Friday night.” Ana knew this wasn’t an invitation, this was a ‘you better be here or you’ll never hear the end of it’. she really hated these dinner parties. it was even worse knowing her grandparents were here, they were only staying for a little. well, that’s what everyone kept telling her, but ever since they arrived she’s been under a watchful eye, they were scrutinizing her every move. they were all horrified to find out she wasn’t in a relationship. she was twenty-five years old, she needed to start settling down. they didn’t care that she was working on bettering herself, they didn’t care she wanted to further her career. they wanted her to settle down and give them grandbabies right away. she knew it wasn’t going anywhere good. she would have to put up with them trying to introduce her to friend’s sons who were lawyers or doctors, who were boring as hell, and didn’t know how to loosen up. maybe she wasn’t except the loosest person, but she did know how to do it. ”Alright. If you can just send me an email about the time and dress code, I’ll be there.” she said, wishing she could put up a fight, but she knew better. that was it, there was nothing else to say except good byes and then the torture of the conversation was over. it wasn’t even a minute later her phone buzzed again, alerting her to the email. 7 PM, Friday, casual formal. she hated that, if she wanted casual, cool. if she wanted formal, cool. but they did they have to mix? she let out a huff quickly, alerting the dogs. she smirked softly down at them. ”Friday will be hell.” she mumbled quietly to them.  |
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