~*~*~Maria~*~*~
I push my hair out of my face and sigh... I'm thankful that I made it here in one piece, though I wouldn't really say I'm in one piece right now, I feel like crap and I feel completely alone...
And what's really weird is, who'd have thought Isabel would have this side to her? A side I can relate to, a side that shows she's not completely self absorbed nor superficial? I wouldn't have guessed it just by looking at her, or by the way she acts... But I guess the saying is true you can't always judge a book by its' cover.
Maybe her whole act is just one big front, I'm good at them people used to tell me all the time that it was really tough to break through to me once I put up my protective shield, and maybe Isabel's the same way.
I still miss my mom, it's really hard to talk about her being dead with people, especially ones I hardly know. It makes me feel like she's really gone when I talk about her being dead and I can't deal with that.
I know it's been 3 years already but I just can't move on, I miss her, I miss her like someone'd miss air if it were taken away. I miss her more then anything and it's getting harder with each passing day. I don't know what I'd do without her car... I know it's such a measly possesion, especially in that condition like Isabel pointed out... But it's all I have left...
Mom had never really owned any substancal items that I could hold onto... Not like the locket Isabel mentioned. She didn't like to hold onto a lot of personal things but she loved her Jetta. I am just glad I was able to keep from selling the Jetta like I had to sell everything else.
I don't know why but I feel like everytime someone else is in the drivers seat of her car it takes a piece more of her away, it's like a special bond that we share, when I sit in the drivers seat I can feel her there all the times she'd sat there... I really can't explain it, it's just a feeling I get when I'm sitting there and it helps my days go smoother... It's like her spirit is there in the car with me, watching over me.
I know if someone heard me they'd think I was a mental case and I probably am... But I can't help the way I feel about certain things.. Lilly is the only person I've meet that understood me, her parents are both still alive but she knew my mom and she knows how I feel about it.
So I guess Isabel and I aren't that different afterall
"You alright?" She asks cutting into my thoughts, I guess I've been pretty quiet for the past few minutes.
I snap my head up "Yeah I'm fine..."
She smiles and I say "I hope the others aren't too pissed. Then again I don't really care if they are." I know that sounds rude or whatever but oh well they just jumped to conclusions about me, just like I had about Isabel.. They didn't take the time to ask me why I didn't want them to drive, they just assumed I was being some bratty little immature child who was throwing a fit for not getting her own way. And well that's they're problem I guess, if they're mad they're mad they don't know me and I dont know them so there's nothing really I can do at this point except do my best to make the most of this experience.
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Okay guys I hope my part didn't suck too badly I was trying to get into character to show Maria's feelings..
Anyhow Ruby has a really really really good idea and as soon as I speak with her I will have it up and ready for you guys to see.
And I gotta talk to someone right quick before I post up the jobs.. Okay? Lemme know if you dont like the post and I'll edit...
What Real Life's Like (AU,CC,MATURE) Thread #1
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*MAX*
Michael gets back in the van, and Kyle and Tess follow. I look up when Kyle shuts the door and Maria isn’t there. That’s when I see that her car is gone. Michael tells Liz to drive and she starts up the car. I glance up at Tess and ask, “You let Maria drive?”
“We didn’t exactly let her,” Kyle says. “She grabbed the keys and left before we could stop her.”
I sigh. I probably should have stayed out there to help, too. Maybe one more person could have made the difference. I’m really worried about her. Less than an hour ago, she couldn’t even stand to get dressed, and now she’s driving a car?
Kyle reads the directions for Liz, while I scan the road ahead for some sign of a car accident. I thought she liked that car. Driving it in her current condition is a sure-fire way to ruin it. It’ll be a miracle if she gets there in one piece. I sure hope Michael didn’t save her from drowning just so she could die in a car accident.
Less than twenty minutes later, Liz drives past the radio station into the parking lot. She finds a space not far from the little Jetta, and I slump in relief.
“She made it,” Tess says, echoing my thoughts.
“Amazing,” Kyle says, shaking his head.
We head around the building to the front as Kyle and the others start to speculate about what sort of jobs they might be given today. Liz isn’t saying anything. I wonder if she’s still mad about Maria. I wouldn’t blame her if she were. I’m not happy about it, either. Somebody needs to talk to Maria about what happened. Whatever her reasons for not wanting someone-else to drive her car, they can't be more important than keeping her alive.
As we head into the building, I see Isabel and Maria waiting for us. They both glance in our direction, but don’t wave.
“Great, we’re all here,” Michael says. “We better head inside.”
Michael gets back in the van, and Kyle and Tess follow. I look up when Kyle shuts the door and Maria isn’t there. That’s when I see that her car is gone. Michael tells Liz to drive and she starts up the car. I glance up at Tess and ask, “You let Maria drive?”
“We didn’t exactly let her,” Kyle says. “She grabbed the keys and left before we could stop her.”
I sigh. I probably should have stayed out there to help, too. Maybe one more person could have made the difference. I’m really worried about her. Less than an hour ago, she couldn’t even stand to get dressed, and now she’s driving a car?
Kyle reads the directions for Liz, while I scan the road ahead for some sign of a car accident. I thought she liked that car. Driving it in her current condition is a sure-fire way to ruin it. It’ll be a miracle if she gets there in one piece. I sure hope Michael didn’t save her from drowning just so she could die in a car accident.
Less than twenty minutes later, Liz drives past the radio station into the parking lot. She finds a space not far from the little Jetta, and I slump in relief.
“She made it,” Tess says, echoing my thoughts.
“Amazing,” Kyle says, shaking his head.
We head around the building to the front as Kyle and the others start to speculate about what sort of jobs they might be given today. Liz isn’t saying anything. I wonder if she’s still mad about Maria. I wouldn’t blame her if she were. I’m not happy about it, either. Somebody needs to talk to Maria about what happened. Whatever her reasons for not wanting someone-else to drive her car, they can't be more important than keeping her alive.
As we head into the building, I see Isabel and Maria waiting for us. They both glance in our direction, but don’t wave.
“Great, we’re all here,” Michael says. “We better head inside.”
Alex: Sound Engineer and WebMaster
Kyle: Sports Announcer
Maria: On-Air Personality
Tess: On-Air Pesonality
Isabel: "Publicity" -Calls music arists, getting them to come in for an interview, set it up. Helps work with the people when the radio goes out and about for public events.
Liz: "Organizer" Taking the stuff that's going on in the world and figuring out "what that means to you," kinda stuff for the on-air people to announce."News Analysist."
Max: On air personality
Michael: Designs banners for the station, does ads for the station
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Maria, Tess and Max will be doing an on air show type thing together. Liz and Isabel won't be working together but at times will have to help each other with certain things.
Kyle: Sports Announcer
Maria: On-Air Personality
Tess: On-Air Pesonality
Isabel: "Publicity" -Calls music arists, getting them to come in for an interview, set it up. Helps work with the people when the radio goes out and about for public events.
Liz: "Organizer" Taking the stuff that's going on in the world and figuring out "what that means to you," kinda stuff for the on-air people to announce."News Analysist."
Max: On air personality
Michael: Designs banners for the station, does ads for the station
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Maria, Tess and Max will be doing an on air show type thing together. Liz and Isabel won't be working together but at times will have to help each other with certain things.
~*^*~Alex~*^*~
Once we get there a guy ushers us in. Not suprisingly he annonces our jobs. It looks like Max, Maria and Tess are the hosts of the show, while Kyle is the Sports Caster. Perfect Jobs for them. Isabell is on publisty which I think would do her tremendisly well Michael does the banners and oes the ads for our show. Liz is a orginizer of world events and stuff and Me? I'm a Soundtechnion and WebMaster. Go me I get 2 jobs while everyone else gets one. 2 jobs to screw up. Crap. Um... this will be good.
Once we get there a guy ushers us in. Not suprisingly he annonces our jobs. It looks like Max, Maria and Tess are the hosts of the show, while Kyle is the Sports Caster. Perfect Jobs for them. Isabell is on publisty which I think would do her tremendisly well Michael does the banners and oes the ads for our show. Liz is a orginizer of world events and stuff and Me? I'm a Soundtechnion and WebMaster. Go me I get 2 jobs while everyone else gets one. 2 jobs to screw up. Crap. Um... this will be good.
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*Tess*
We finally arrive to the station, and very quickly find out our jobs. Woah....they want me to be an "on-air personality" with Max and Maria! I am so excited about the work I'll be doing, but at the same time it totally terrifies me. What if I don't do well? What if I screw it up be being too...bubby? nervous? anoying? something? I don't know. But Max seems to almost sense my nervousness and gives me a reassuring smile. He looks a bit nervous himself, so I also offer a reassuring smile of my own.
We finally arrive to the station, and very quickly find out our jobs. Woah....they want me to be an "on-air personality" with Max and Maria! I am so excited about the work I'll be doing, but at the same time it totally terrifies me. What if I don't do well? What if I screw it up be being too...bubby? nervous? anoying? something? I don't know. But Max seems to almost sense my nervousness and gives me a reassuring smile. He looks a bit nervous himself, so I also offer a reassuring smile of my own.
Isabel
This is kinda cool! I get to spend all day making phone called to the rich and famous. Duh I do this back home anyway. How hard can it be? I mean why didn’t I think about going to work sooner if its going to be this easy.
I wonder who I get to phone first. Justin Timberlake? 50 Cent? Linkin Park?
I can’t wait to tell the others back home about this.
I wonder what they are all up to although I bet I can guess.
Kathryn is at her photo shoot being worshipped by the photographer.
Katelyn will be doing her yoga until lunch.
Madison will be with Taylor and Joshua shopping. No doubt Taylor will be bitching about something and being her wonderful self and Joshua will be carrying the bags.
Paige will be getting over whatever or whoever she did last night.
Summer will be planning to safe some rain forest or a endangered animal.
Sydney will be doing whatever Sydney does.
I’m so phoning later.
I can’t believe it this day is going to be so good.
Talking to the stars, then having lunch with Jake and then coming back for more talking to the stars.
And Daddy is always complaining about what the real world is like, Pfft this is going to be plain sailing!
All I got to do now is count the hours until lunch time.
Its 9 o’clock now and I am guessing that lunch is at 12 so that is like barely any time at all.
Not long now!
This is kinda cool! I get to spend all day making phone called to the rich and famous. Duh I do this back home anyway. How hard can it be? I mean why didn’t I think about going to work sooner if its going to be this easy.
I wonder who I get to phone first. Justin Timberlake? 50 Cent? Linkin Park?
I can’t wait to tell the others back home about this.
I wonder what they are all up to although I bet I can guess.
Kathryn is at her photo shoot being worshipped by the photographer.
Katelyn will be doing her yoga until lunch.
Madison will be with Taylor and Joshua shopping. No doubt Taylor will be bitching about something and being her wonderful self and Joshua will be carrying the bags.
Paige will be getting over whatever or whoever she did last night.
Summer will be planning to safe some rain forest or a endangered animal.
Sydney will be doing whatever Sydney does.
I’m so phoning later.
I can’t believe it this day is going to be so good.
Talking to the stars, then having lunch with Jake and then coming back for more talking to the stars.
And Daddy is always complaining about what the real world is like, Pfft this is going to be plain sailing!
All I got to do now is count the hours until lunch time.
Its 9 o’clock now and I am guessing that lunch is at 12 so that is like barely any time at all.
Not long now!
Bre, I think most radio broadcast programs are about four hours long. Which shift would our three work? I think 10 to 2 seems most likely, although then they won’t be able to have lunch with the rest of the house. What do you think?
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*MAX*
Wow. Isabel gets to be a publicist and talk to music stars. Well, probably it’s supposed to be music stars’ publicists and agents, but I’m guessing she’ll find a way to talk to the stars themselves at least some of the time. I look over and give her a big smile. “Told you that they’d find something good for you!”
She beams back. “This is will be fantastic. And you get to be on the radio.”
“Yeah,” I say, with a little less enthusiasm. “I really wasn’t expecting that.” I mean, I did agree to be on television, so radio should be no different, but somehow, it is. I’ll have to be spontaneous and witty for eight hours straight? Live on the radio? What in the world will we talk about? I hope it doesn't have to be too personal.
I glance over at Tess and she looks a bit uncertain, too, so I give her a crooked smile. We'll make it through, somehow.
Looking further around the room, I spot Liz. "I'm sure you'll be great, Liz." I say.
Liz nods. "Yes. I believe this assignment will suit my talents and skills."
“Good Luck, everyone.” I say, as Dave leads Tess, Maria and me off to the broadcast booths. He explains that we’ll only be on the air for four hours, and then we’ll just have to talk between the songs, so it won’t be all that much. We’ll share news about concerts, and general news that Isabel and Liz will help with, and of course, Kyle with the sports. So there won’t be a lot of personal soul-baring after-all. The rest of the day, we’ll be preparing for the next show.
“This should be fun.” Tess says with a grin.
I feel a smile form on my face in response. It is gonna be fun to work with her. And Maria? Well, in general, yeah, although today might be tough. She still looks pretty unhappy. I’ll have to be careful with her in terms of Alex, too.
How did things get so complicated?
I stop in the bathroom and take a look at my face. It doesn’t look all that bad, yet, but it’ll probably look worse tomorrow morning. It’s still more red than purple, and I can still open it even more than half way. I get some more ice and head back to the sound booth to learn all about the wonderful world of broadcasting.
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*MAX*
Wow. Isabel gets to be a publicist and talk to music stars. Well, probably it’s supposed to be music stars’ publicists and agents, but I’m guessing she’ll find a way to talk to the stars themselves at least some of the time. I look over and give her a big smile. “Told you that they’d find something good for you!”
She beams back. “This is will be fantastic. And you get to be on the radio.”
“Yeah,” I say, with a little less enthusiasm. “I really wasn’t expecting that.” I mean, I did agree to be on television, so radio should be no different, but somehow, it is. I’ll have to be spontaneous and witty for eight hours straight? Live on the radio? What in the world will we talk about? I hope it doesn't have to be too personal.
I glance over at Tess and she looks a bit uncertain, too, so I give her a crooked smile. We'll make it through, somehow.
Looking further around the room, I spot Liz. "I'm sure you'll be great, Liz." I say.
Liz nods. "Yes. I believe this assignment will suit my talents and skills."
“Good Luck, everyone.” I say, as Dave leads Tess, Maria and me off to the broadcast booths. He explains that we’ll only be on the air for four hours, and then we’ll just have to talk between the songs, so it won’t be all that much. We’ll share news about concerts, and general news that Isabel and Liz will help with, and of course, Kyle with the sports. So there won’t be a lot of personal soul-baring after-all. The rest of the day, we’ll be preparing for the next show.
“This should be fun.” Tess says with a grin.
I feel a smile form on my face in response. It is gonna be fun to work with her. And Maria? Well, in general, yeah, although today might be tough. She still looks pretty unhappy. I’ll have to be careful with her in terms of Alex, too.
How did things get so complicated?
I stop in the bathroom and take a look at my face. It doesn’t look all that bad, yet, but it’ll probably look worse tomorrow morning. It’s still more red than purple, and I can still open it even more than half way. I get some more ice and head back to the sound booth to learn all about the wonderful world of broadcasting.
~*~*~Maria~*~*~
After informing us of our jobs they lead Tess,Max and I into another part of the station... I am glad I'm working with Tess and Max.. But working with Isabel seemed like a good idea too...
Anyway though Tess seems really nice and we all know what I think of Max.. I sigh and try and pay attention to what they're telling us... My head hurts for real tho and it's starting to really bother me...
"This is going to be fun." I whisper to Tess. "I am a little nervous though."
I don't know how I am going to get along in this house.. But I am certainly going to try.. Maybe talking with Liz wouldn't hurt.. Maybe later tonight or something...
~*~*~*~
Okay.. Once I've gotten I think one more person *or two i'm not sure* I will be doing the whole question thing
After informing us of our jobs they lead Tess,Max and I into another part of the station... I am glad I'm working with Tess and Max.. But working with Isabel seemed like a good idea too...
Anyway though Tess seems really nice and we all know what I think of Max.. I sigh and try and pay attention to what they're telling us... My head hurts for real tho and it's starting to really bother me...
"This is going to be fun." I whisper to Tess. "I am a little nervous though."
I don't know how I am going to get along in this house.. But I am certainly going to try.. Maybe talking with Liz wouldn't hurt.. Maybe later tonight or something...
~*~*~*~
Okay.. Once I've gotten I think one more person *or two i'm not sure* I will be doing the whole question thing
*MICHAEL*
I'm working in the art department. Hmm. Well, that shouldn't be too bad although I wish one of the girls was working with me. Look at Max. He's working with both Tess and Maria. Even at "work" he gets all the girls. It's just not fair.
"Hi, I'm Sandy," someone says at my elbow. I look up at a beautiful brunette with wavy hair and brown eyes. "You're Michael?"
"Yeah."
"Great!" she says, all perky and happy, like she's trying to make a good impression. "I'm in charge of the Art department. Why don't you come with me and we'll get you started?"
I shrug and then follow perky Sandy down the hallway. "Next week, we're doing a live broadcast from the park. We'll have contests and such. I need you to make a big banner for the DJ booth, some signs for each park entrance, and some signs for the games of chance. Let me tell you what I want them to look like."
I listen as she details her needs. The banner isn't going to be much fun. The logo and everything have to be EXACTLY according to some standard. That's not art. That's tracing. But I might be able to have some fun with the other signs. I'll keep the logo in a corner, and come up with something more original....
"Okay, when do I start?"
"Right now. Your workspace is right here. Please do the banner first. We have the cloth right here. Show it to me as soon as you're done, okay?"
Gotta start with the one I hate, do we? Well, let's see what I can do.
I nod at Sandy, and start to work.
I'm working in the art department. Hmm. Well, that shouldn't be too bad although I wish one of the girls was working with me. Look at Max. He's working with both Tess and Maria. Even at "work" he gets all the girls. It's just not fair.
"Hi, I'm Sandy," someone says at my elbow. I look up at a beautiful brunette with wavy hair and brown eyes. "You're Michael?"
"Yeah."
"Great!" she says, all perky and happy, like she's trying to make a good impression. "I'm in charge of the Art department. Why don't you come with me and we'll get you started?"
I shrug and then follow perky Sandy down the hallway. "Next week, we're doing a live broadcast from the park. We'll have contests and such. I need you to make a big banner for the DJ booth, some signs for each park entrance, and some signs for the games of chance. Let me tell you what I want them to look like."
I listen as she details her needs. The banner isn't going to be much fun. The logo and everything have to be EXACTLY according to some standard. That's not art. That's tracing. But I might be able to have some fun with the other signs. I'll keep the logo in a corner, and come up with something more original....
"Okay, when do I start?"
"Right now. Your workspace is right here. Please do the banner first. We have the cloth right here. Show it to me as soon as you're done, okay?"
Gotta start with the one I hate, do we? Well, let's see what I can do.
I nod at Sandy, and start to work.
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This is not the greatest. It is just boring because I didn't know what to do. I felt like I should post though, so here it is . . .
<center>~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Liz’s Part ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~</center>
So that is it? We all go off on our separate ways? Max, Tess, Maria, and Kyle, too, in a way, off to get familiarized with the equipment that they will be using on a day to day basis. Alex ushered away to what can only be imagined as some kind of technical support office of some kind. Michael, down to the art department to work on some kind of advertising banner, no doubt.
And I? Where is it that I am headed towards. I thought I would be ready for this. But somehow I am overwhelmed by it all. I am twenty, and I am in a bustling lobby standing alone after all my fellow roommates went off on their own. Or I would be alone if it weren’t for this cameraman trying to hover a discreet distance away. If only he knew that hovering is still hovering, no matter the distance.
Where is it that I should go off to? Who was supposed to meet with me to discuss my job description at the station. From the brief description I got, it seems as if I am going to be organizing a few things as well as making sure that everyone is getting their respective jobs done.
Me. How did I get the role with more leadership? I don’t have leadership qualities. Yes, I can organize and plan, but to lead?
I check my watch to see how long I was standing there. Three minutes. It has seemed closer to ten. I release a tentative breath as I walk over to what could only be an information desk.
“Hello,” the young woman greets as she sees me approach.
“Hi,” I say with a similar tone. “I’m Liz Parker and I--”
“Did you say your name was Liz Parker? Short for Elizabeth?” she asks as she brushes a stray hair from her face.
“Yes,” I reply, slightly wary.
“Mr. Bation wanted me to let you know that he was running late in an advertising meeting. He was supposed to come down to meet you, but is now unable to. If you go to the seventh floor, and wait in the lobby, he will meet with you as soon as the meeting has ended.”
“Okay,” I tell her, nodding lightly. “Thank you for your help . . .” I trail off, hoping that she’ll supply her name.
“Brianne,” she says with a radiant smile.
“Brianne,” I repeat. “So just take the elevator up to the seventh floor and wait in the lobby?”
“That’s right.”
“Thanks again, Brianne.” I smile once more before I locate where the elevators are.
“Don’t mention it,” was her simple reply before she went back to answering the phone.
So the seventh floor and wait until he is finished with his meeting. That should not be too hard to do. I wonder what the others are doing. Probably something more productive than I am at the moment. I wonder what they will have me do? I wonder what they will ask of me? Are the others as nervous about this as I am?
Maria. She still must be feeling horrible. And I am sure she has some kind of headache. Just because she was being childish does not mean that I want her to suffer needlessly. “Brianne!” I exclaim before turning back to her. “Is there any way I could get some aspirin?”
“Headache?” she asks.
“Not me,” I inform her. “One of my housemates does, I was going to get some for her.”
“I can send some to her for you, if you want.”
“No, I wouldn’t want to trouble you over it,” I tell her truthfully. There is no reason she should go to any trouble for it.
“It won’t be any trouble. I’ll get someone to take it to her along with some water. Who is it for?”
“Maria DeLuca. She is--”
“I can find out where she is without a problem, Liz.” Her tone states that there is no animosity, just truth and fact.
“Thank you so much, Brianne. Can I write I note to be attached to it?” I ask her sincerely. She nods, and proffers a pen and pad of paper.
Maria,
I hope you are feeling better, but if you aren’t, maybe this will help.
--Liz
“Thank you for everything,” I tell her as I hand over the note and pen.
“It’s nothing,” she says. “You better get up to the seventh floor. The meeting should finish soon, and you still need to get shown your office. Go on,” she says, not pausing at my expression of shock at the mention of an office for myself. “I’ll get this and the aspirin and water to Maria for you.”
It was then that I turned back to the elevator with absolute shock rushing through my system. I went to the seventh floor and sat in the lobby, waiting for Mr. Bation.
What did I sign up for? An office? How much organizing will I be doing? Brianne must have been confused with something. It had to be an office that all of us would share. Or at the very least, Alex and I. Right?
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<center>~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Liz’s Part ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~</center>
So that is it? We all go off on our separate ways? Max, Tess, Maria, and Kyle, too, in a way, off to get familiarized with the equipment that they will be using on a day to day basis. Alex ushered away to what can only be imagined as some kind of technical support office of some kind. Michael, down to the art department to work on some kind of advertising banner, no doubt.
And I? Where is it that I am headed towards. I thought I would be ready for this. But somehow I am overwhelmed by it all. I am twenty, and I am in a bustling lobby standing alone after all my fellow roommates went off on their own. Or I would be alone if it weren’t for this cameraman trying to hover a discreet distance away. If only he knew that hovering is still hovering, no matter the distance.
Where is it that I should go off to? Who was supposed to meet with me to discuss my job description at the station. From the brief description I got, it seems as if I am going to be organizing a few things as well as making sure that everyone is getting their respective jobs done.
Me. How did I get the role with more leadership? I don’t have leadership qualities. Yes, I can organize and plan, but to lead?
I check my watch to see how long I was standing there. Three minutes. It has seemed closer to ten. I release a tentative breath as I walk over to what could only be an information desk.
“Hello,” the young woman greets as she sees me approach.
“Hi,” I say with a similar tone. “I’m Liz Parker and I--”
“Did you say your name was Liz Parker? Short for Elizabeth?” she asks as she brushes a stray hair from her face.
“Yes,” I reply, slightly wary.
“Mr. Bation wanted me to let you know that he was running late in an advertising meeting. He was supposed to come down to meet you, but is now unable to. If you go to the seventh floor, and wait in the lobby, he will meet with you as soon as the meeting has ended.”
“Okay,” I tell her, nodding lightly. “Thank you for your help . . .” I trail off, hoping that she’ll supply her name.
“Brianne,” she says with a radiant smile.
“Brianne,” I repeat. “So just take the elevator up to the seventh floor and wait in the lobby?”
“That’s right.”
“Thanks again, Brianne.” I smile once more before I locate where the elevators are.
“Don’t mention it,” was her simple reply before she went back to answering the phone.
So the seventh floor and wait until he is finished with his meeting. That should not be too hard to do. I wonder what the others are doing. Probably something more productive than I am at the moment. I wonder what they will have me do? I wonder what they will ask of me? Are the others as nervous about this as I am?
Maria. She still must be feeling horrible. And I am sure she has some kind of headache. Just because she was being childish does not mean that I want her to suffer needlessly. “Brianne!” I exclaim before turning back to her. “Is there any way I could get some aspirin?”
“Headache?” she asks.
“Not me,” I inform her. “One of my housemates does, I was going to get some for her.”
“I can send some to her for you, if you want.”
“No, I wouldn’t want to trouble you over it,” I tell her truthfully. There is no reason she should go to any trouble for it.
“It won’t be any trouble. I’ll get someone to take it to her along with some water. Who is it for?”
“Maria DeLuca. She is--”
“I can find out where she is without a problem, Liz.” Her tone states that there is no animosity, just truth and fact.
“Thank you so much, Brianne. Can I write I note to be attached to it?” I ask her sincerely. She nods, and proffers a pen and pad of paper.
Maria,
I hope you are feeling better, but if you aren’t, maybe this will help.
--Liz
“Thank you for everything,” I tell her as I hand over the note and pen.
“It’s nothing,” she says. “You better get up to the seventh floor. The meeting should finish soon, and you still need to get shown your office. Go on,” she says, not pausing at my expression of shock at the mention of an office for myself. “I’ll get this and the aspirin and water to Maria for you.”
It was then that I turned back to the elevator with absolute shock rushing through my system. I went to the seventh floor and sat in the lobby, waiting for Mr. Bation.
What did I sign up for? An office? How much organizing will I be doing? Brianne must have been confused with something. It had to be an office that all of us would share. Or at the very least, Alex and I. Right?
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