A Professional Relationship, A/I, Teen, The End, 9/6/2006
Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 1:28 pm
A Professional Relationship
By Trude
Category: Alex/Isabel, no aliens
Rating: Teen
Summary: I can’t really put it into words … I’m very sorry … well … not much angst in this one.
Author’s Note: Thanks to Kara for the idea/challenge and to Kara and Karen for beta reading the story and encouraging me to finally post it/get off my lazy butt. I apologize for any mistakes I made in advance.
Disclaimer: of course, nothing belongs to me, the idea of Roswell belongs to Melinda Metz and I guess, also to Jason Katims, WB, UPN.
“Oh Alex, please just chill!” Steven Salor sighed as he watched the young man pace in front of him.
“Chill? You expect me to chill after you called me stupid?” Alex Whitman growled, pacing around the small office of his lawyer.
“I did not call you stupid.” Salor replied patiently. “I merely said that you have no clue how to act around the rich, which you really don’t, and that you will need some coaching for big CEO meetings or fancy high class parties.”
Alex sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair. “You really think that will be necessary?”
“Yes! C’mon, you don’t expect a party hosted by Roswell’s mayor to be the same like one that Bill Gates throws, do you?” Salor countered. “And face it, Gates will invite you sooner or later, now that your software program is making “Windows” look old fashioned and slow, well even more than usually. You’ll also need to know how to act when someone tries to charm you and buy your copyright, or a super model trying to get you to marry her or something.”
Alex snorted at that and fell into a chair. Taking his wire rimmed glasses off, he rubbed his eyes and said, “Maybe you are just over reacting and it won’t be so bad. So far, I didn’t get any invitations or anything. No one aside of you knows about the program being a hit and the bank clerk is probably thinking that I robbed another bank to get so much money on my account. I might not get any attention at all.”
“Dream on, Alex.” Salor scoffed. “Whether you want it or not, you will get more attention than you ever thought possible.”
Alex closed his eyes in frustration. If only he had known what trouble creating a computer software, that was easily compatible with any computer system, would get him, he would have thrown every technical item he owned away.
“Where do I find myself a “high society coach” then? I can’t imagine them doing some advertising at Google.” Alex asked dryly.
Checking the caller ID, Max Evans picked up his cell phone. “Hey Isabel, whazzup?” he asked his sister before taking a sip of his Tequilla Sunrise.
“Whazzup? Really Max.” Isabel chided. “Anyway, enough of you, did you already have a look at this week’s “High Style” today?” she asked, the stress obvious in her voice.
“Oh yeah, unfortunately, I did.” Max groaned. “You could have warned me. This will have me traumatized for life.”
“All right, Max. Next time some sleazy paparazzi decides to take some pictures of me sunbathing in the nude, I’ll warn you to not buy any magazines for two weeks.” Isabel hissed angrily, not pitying her brother at all. After all, she was the one who had to endure the knowing looks and whispers when entering her room and she was the one who wouldn’t be able to look her parents in the eyes anymore.
“Sorry, what do you want anyway?” Max asked.
“A place to hide.” Isabel stated.
“A place to hide?” Max echoed confused.
“Yes, I want to take an out time and don’t want to risk being at one of my places, so I hoped I could spend some time at one of your houses.”
Being the children of the owners of one of the most famous (and expensive) jewelry stores in the world, meant that Max and Isabel could enjoy the jet set life which included millions of dollars and several houses for each of them.
“Hm, I’m right now in the Hamptons myself.” Max mused out loud.
“No, there are too many celebs running around which means too many paparazzi for my taste.” Isabel said. “I want a calm, if not boring place.” She explained. “At least for a few days before it gets too dull.”
“Guess that Aspen’s not an option either then.” Max commented. “How about Roswell or Carson City then?”
Isabel was silent for a moment, hoping that Max would offer some other options but when nothing came, she realized that she had to decide between these two towns. “Well, New Mexico is supposed to be lovely this time of the year.” She sighed, and damn boring too, she thought to herself. “Can you mail me the address while I book the flight?”
“Sure and don’t forget to rent a car.” Max advised.
“A car?” Isabel asked worried, not liking this.
“Yeah, there’s no airport in Roswell. The closest one is in Albuquerque. It’s a really lovely, looooong and soothing drive to Roswell.” Max laughed before ending the connection.
“No airport?” Isabel groaned. Great, she thought to herself, with my luck, I’ll be surrounded by some freaks who believe that Rodeo is the best entertainment ever and who never heard of Donna Karen or Tom Ford in their whole life.
“At least there will certainly be no paparazzi either.” She said out loud. “Roswell, whether I am excited about it or not, here I come!”
Alex strolled down the aisle of the small grocery store in which he has been shopping since he was a little boy, looking for batteries when suddenly he stopped in front of the hygiene products.
‘Soon, really really soon.’ He thought to himself, absently running his left hand over his beard. The last weeks had been filled with working long hours on the computer software and spending time with his lawyer, discussing various contracts and other paper work that Alex now had to deal with. Facial hair hadn’t really been his main priority lately which meant that he now was sporting a rather thick beard.
“You’ll soon need a lawn mower to get rid of the fur, son.” Mrs. Schneider, the owner of the grocery store commented in kind when she passed by Alex.
Alex just smiled politely, this not being the first time that he heard that joke. He was about to continue his hunt for batteries when he heard a crashing noise from the outside. Looking out the shop window, he saw to his utter horror that someone had crashed into his car!
Isabel Evans was not happy. This trip was so not going as planned. The flight to Albuquerque had been nice but then the trouble started. Isabel had to find out that there was no big choice for a rental car, no Porsches or Mustangs at all so she finally had to settle for a five years old Mercedes SLK. Five years! Isabel never drove a car this old! At least the car was clean so she didn’t have to worry about ruining her Calvin Klein jeans and top.
Finding someone who was willing to load her bags into the car had proven to be another challenge but when she gave the boy who finally agreed to help a tip, he had looked like a child on Christmas day, repeatedly telling her to ask for ‘Jake’ when she was on her way back home so he could help her again. Just another prove that money ruled the world.
The drive to Roswell had turned out to be even more boring that Isabel had feared and when she finally had reached the town, she had discovered that some maniac had left his car just after a corner so that it was easy for an unsuspecting driver like Isabel to crash into the car.
On any other, Isabel would have sighed in annoyance and would have left her card so that the Insurance Agency could deal with the problem but today was not any other day and Isabel was extremely pissed off.
Getting out of the car, she was relieved to see that the Mercedes was barely damaged and the other car, oh who cared about the other car anyway! Angrily, Isabel kicked the other car, just as an angry voice behind her spoke up.
“Hey lady, what the hell do you think you are doing?” Alex asked. Not only was this chick crashing into his old VW but that had been a graduation present from his parents, now she was also kicking it as if the crash hadn’t been bad enough. He briefly admired the way her clothes hugged her curvy body before his attention went back to his car.
Turning around, Isabel spotted a tall man with beard, who looked as if he was in dire need of the “Queer Eye For The Straight Guy” team, coming towards her. To her dismay she realized that he had the nerve to check her out. The last thing she needed was to provide some Hillybilly with fantasy material!
“Are you the idiot who’s parking his car in the middle of the street?” she hissed angrily, not backing down from the glare she was receiving.
“Middle of the street?” Alex asked incredulously. “Listen, this is a parking lot, so it might be better if you’d look out where you driving instead of causing accidents.”
“Don’t you dare making this look like it was my fault just because you can’t park your car properly.” Isabel couldn’t believe that this … this moron dared to blame her. ’Small towns!’ She thought angrily.
“Here’s my card, so your assurance agency knows whom to pay the damage.” She said, handing him her card dismissively. This was his fault so he had to pay for it!
“Lady, that’s a rental car, so you won’t be getting any money at all. Besides, this is your fault so you probably have to pay something to the rental service.” Alex smirked back.
“Just because you wanted to get rid of this … pre-historical car and were to lazy to do it properly, doesn’t mean that you’ll get out of this easily. You’ll pay for this, buddy, believe me!” Isabel shot back angrily, not believing the nerve this guy had.
“Have a nice day!” She growled as she got into the car again, being done with the situation from her point. “And get a real car next time, loser!”
With that, she drove away, leaving Alex standing there to stare after her disbelievingly. ‘What a bitch!’ he thought to himself, as he angrily looked at the card she gave him. “Isabel Evans.” He read the name out loud in distain before shoving the card into his jeans pocket.
Alex glared at the few people who had stopped their activities to watch the show and now quickly hurried away again before he went to inspect the damage on to his old but beloved car which his parents gave it to him on his graduation day.
He sometimes still found it hard to believe that that was now 8 years ago and he still had the car which was back then already old. But, weird as it may be, the Bug certainly meant a lot to him, especially since his parents never had much money and buying their 18 year old son a car, no matter how old, had certainly meant that they had to save money for quite some time.
And now he had to get a rental car till the bug was fixed – stupid big city girl!
By Trude
Category: Alex/Isabel, no aliens
Rating: Teen
Summary: I can’t really put it into words … I’m very sorry … well … not much angst in this one.
Author’s Note: Thanks to Kara for the idea/challenge and to Kara and Karen for beta reading the story and encouraging me to finally post it/get off my lazy butt. I apologize for any mistakes I made in advance.
Disclaimer: of course, nothing belongs to me, the idea of Roswell belongs to Melinda Metz and I guess, also to Jason Katims, WB, UPN.
“Oh Alex, please just chill!” Steven Salor sighed as he watched the young man pace in front of him.
“Chill? You expect me to chill after you called me stupid?” Alex Whitman growled, pacing around the small office of his lawyer.
“I did not call you stupid.” Salor replied patiently. “I merely said that you have no clue how to act around the rich, which you really don’t, and that you will need some coaching for big CEO meetings or fancy high class parties.”
Alex sighed, running a hand through his unruly hair. “You really think that will be necessary?”
“Yes! C’mon, you don’t expect a party hosted by Roswell’s mayor to be the same like one that Bill Gates throws, do you?” Salor countered. “And face it, Gates will invite you sooner or later, now that your software program is making “Windows” look old fashioned and slow, well even more than usually. You’ll also need to know how to act when someone tries to charm you and buy your copyright, or a super model trying to get you to marry her or something.”
Alex snorted at that and fell into a chair. Taking his wire rimmed glasses off, he rubbed his eyes and said, “Maybe you are just over reacting and it won’t be so bad. So far, I didn’t get any invitations or anything. No one aside of you knows about the program being a hit and the bank clerk is probably thinking that I robbed another bank to get so much money on my account. I might not get any attention at all.”
“Dream on, Alex.” Salor scoffed. “Whether you want it or not, you will get more attention than you ever thought possible.”
Alex closed his eyes in frustration. If only he had known what trouble creating a computer software, that was easily compatible with any computer system, would get him, he would have thrown every technical item he owned away.
“Where do I find myself a “high society coach” then? I can’t imagine them doing some advertising at Google.” Alex asked dryly.
Checking the caller ID, Max Evans picked up his cell phone. “Hey Isabel, whazzup?” he asked his sister before taking a sip of his Tequilla Sunrise.
“Whazzup? Really Max.” Isabel chided. “Anyway, enough of you, did you already have a look at this week’s “High Style” today?” she asked, the stress obvious in her voice.
“Oh yeah, unfortunately, I did.” Max groaned. “You could have warned me. This will have me traumatized for life.”
“All right, Max. Next time some sleazy paparazzi decides to take some pictures of me sunbathing in the nude, I’ll warn you to not buy any magazines for two weeks.” Isabel hissed angrily, not pitying her brother at all. After all, she was the one who had to endure the knowing looks and whispers when entering her room and she was the one who wouldn’t be able to look her parents in the eyes anymore.
“Sorry, what do you want anyway?” Max asked.
“A place to hide.” Isabel stated.
“A place to hide?” Max echoed confused.
“Yes, I want to take an out time and don’t want to risk being at one of my places, so I hoped I could spend some time at one of your houses.”
Being the children of the owners of one of the most famous (and expensive) jewelry stores in the world, meant that Max and Isabel could enjoy the jet set life which included millions of dollars and several houses for each of them.
“Hm, I’m right now in the Hamptons myself.” Max mused out loud.
“No, there are too many celebs running around which means too many paparazzi for my taste.” Isabel said. “I want a calm, if not boring place.” She explained. “At least for a few days before it gets too dull.”
“Guess that Aspen’s not an option either then.” Max commented. “How about Roswell or Carson City then?”
Isabel was silent for a moment, hoping that Max would offer some other options but when nothing came, she realized that she had to decide between these two towns. “Well, New Mexico is supposed to be lovely this time of the year.” She sighed, and damn boring too, she thought to herself. “Can you mail me the address while I book the flight?”
“Sure and don’t forget to rent a car.” Max advised.
“A car?” Isabel asked worried, not liking this.
“Yeah, there’s no airport in Roswell. The closest one is in Albuquerque. It’s a really lovely, looooong and soothing drive to Roswell.” Max laughed before ending the connection.
“No airport?” Isabel groaned. Great, she thought to herself, with my luck, I’ll be surrounded by some freaks who believe that Rodeo is the best entertainment ever and who never heard of Donna Karen or Tom Ford in their whole life.
“At least there will certainly be no paparazzi either.” She said out loud. “Roswell, whether I am excited about it or not, here I come!”
Alex strolled down the aisle of the small grocery store in which he has been shopping since he was a little boy, looking for batteries when suddenly he stopped in front of the hygiene products.
‘Soon, really really soon.’ He thought to himself, absently running his left hand over his beard. The last weeks had been filled with working long hours on the computer software and spending time with his lawyer, discussing various contracts and other paper work that Alex now had to deal with. Facial hair hadn’t really been his main priority lately which meant that he now was sporting a rather thick beard.
“You’ll soon need a lawn mower to get rid of the fur, son.” Mrs. Schneider, the owner of the grocery store commented in kind when she passed by Alex.
Alex just smiled politely, this not being the first time that he heard that joke. He was about to continue his hunt for batteries when he heard a crashing noise from the outside. Looking out the shop window, he saw to his utter horror that someone had crashed into his car!
Isabel Evans was not happy. This trip was so not going as planned. The flight to Albuquerque had been nice but then the trouble started. Isabel had to find out that there was no big choice for a rental car, no Porsches or Mustangs at all so she finally had to settle for a five years old Mercedes SLK. Five years! Isabel never drove a car this old! At least the car was clean so she didn’t have to worry about ruining her Calvin Klein jeans and top.
Finding someone who was willing to load her bags into the car had proven to be another challenge but when she gave the boy who finally agreed to help a tip, he had looked like a child on Christmas day, repeatedly telling her to ask for ‘Jake’ when she was on her way back home so he could help her again. Just another prove that money ruled the world.
The drive to Roswell had turned out to be even more boring that Isabel had feared and when she finally had reached the town, she had discovered that some maniac had left his car just after a corner so that it was easy for an unsuspecting driver like Isabel to crash into the car.
On any other, Isabel would have sighed in annoyance and would have left her card so that the Insurance Agency could deal with the problem but today was not any other day and Isabel was extremely pissed off.
Getting out of the car, she was relieved to see that the Mercedes was barely damaged and the other car, oh who cared about the other car anyway! Angrily, Isabel kicked the other car, just as an angry voice behind her spoke up.
“Hey lady, what the hell do you think you are doing?” Alex asked. Not only was this chick crashing into his old VW but that had been a graduation present from his parents, now she was also kicking it as if the crash hadn’t been bad enough. He briefly admired the way her clothes hugged her curvy body before his attention went back to his car.
Turning around, Isabel spotted a tall man with beard, who looked as if he was in dire need of the “Queer Eye For The Straight Guy” team, coming towards her. To her dismay she realized that he had the nerve to check her out. The last thing she needed was to provide some Hillybilly with fantasy material!
“Are you the idiot who’s parking his car in the middle of the street?” she hissed angrily, not backing down from the glare she was receiving.
“Middle of the street?” Alex asked incredulously. “Listen, this is a parking lot, so it might be better if you’d look out where you driving instead of causing accidents.”
“Don’t you dare making this look like it was my fault just because you can’t park your car properly.” Isabel couldn’t believe that this … this moron dared to blame her. ’Small towns!’ She thought angrily.
“Here’s my card, so your assurance agency knows whom to pay the damage.” She said, handing him her card dismissively. This was his fault so he had to pay for it!
“Lady, that’s a rental car, so you won’t be getting any money at all. Besides, this is your fault so you probably have to pay something to the rental service.” Alex smirked back.
“Just because you wanted to get rid of this … pre-historical car and were to lazy to do it properly, doesn’t mean that you’ll get out of this easily. You’ll pay for this, buddy, believe me!” Isabel shot back angrily, not believing the nerve this guy had.
“Have a nice day!” She growled as she got into the car again, being done with the situation from her point. “And get a real car next time, loser!”
With that, she drove away, leaving Alex standing there to stare after her disbelievingly. ‘What a bitch!’ he thought to himself, as he angrily looked at the card she gave him. “Isabel Evans.” He read the name out loud in distain before shoving the card into his jeans pocket.
Alex glared at the few people who had stopped their activities to watch the show and now quickly hurried away again before he went to inspect the damage on to his old but beloved car which his parents gave it to him on his graduation day.
He sometimes still found it hard to believe that that was now 8 years ago and he still had the car which was back then already old. But, weird as it may be, the Bug certainly meant a lot to him, especially since his parents never had much money and buying their 18 year old son a car, no matter how old, had certainly meant that they had to save money for quite some time.
And now he had to get a rental car till the bug was fixed – stupid big city girl!