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[blatentlyobvious]

So, I haven't written in the longest time. Well, I haven't written on here on the longest time. To let anyone who's reading this know, I have about four fics going right now, all in notebooks, yet to make it onto my computer.
I am literally aching to get feedback on this so please please please let me know what you think. If you have ANY suggestions later on (should I post anymore) you HAVE to let me know. Thanks guys, please enjoy.
<3

Sometimes, I hate going to work. Actually, most of the time, I hate going to work. I know what’s coming, and that's what worries me. Honestly, I don't know how my Aunt can deal with it every day. I guess I'm lucky that I only work four days a week. I always take Fridays off, that gives me a nice day to breathe. But from Monday through Thursday, its pure suffocation, the excruciating moments when my mental process is in limbo, phone calls left and right, clients phoning constantly throughout the day. I hardly have one minute to blink and by the time the day is over, and Tina and I crawl into the car, I'm calming my temper or trying to keep my body from shutting down or worrying about projects or getting mentally prepared for the next day.

Wednesday morning and I'm getting ready to go through it again, for the second last time this week.
I live in my Aunt's house, with her and my Mom, Heather. When my parents split up five years ago, we moved out here and settled in with Tina. My dad stayed in Boston. He runs a software company there. When I fly out every few months, I stay at his condo with my step-mom, Susan, and my step-brother Graham. Graham's only twelve years old, but he's such a smart, social kid. He really looks like Susan and he's taken fondly to my dad and I. Susan and Dad have been married for three and a half years now; Mom never remarried. She always said she was happier single. She's definitely different. She had the married life and it wasn't for her. It wasn't that she regretted having me and Sam (my older sister), she didn't, but she just didn't want to be in a marriage.

I threw on a pretty baby-pink sleeveless blouse and a pair of size 8 grey khakis. I slipped on my black peep-toed sling backs and pulled on my short-sleeve tweed jacket. Ready to go, I decided to wait in the kitchen for Tina. Mom surprised me being up this early. Normally she sleeps late. It didn't really look like she had slept much at all. There were dark circles under her eyes, Her glasses were a little crooked and hanging on the tip of her nose. Her hair, blonde with streaks of silver was a little unruly. I’m thankful for the soft blonde color passed to me from her, but often enough I found myself worrying about prematurely graying like her.

"Good morning." I said, hardly able to draw her attention away from her laptop, long enough for more than a smile
"I'm glad you're up!" She said as though me going to work at this hour was something new. "I want you to proof this." I groaned.

"Mom, I love your writing, but come on. As soon as Tina gets out of the bathroom I want to get out of here." I explained. She looked disheartened when she glanced at her screen, then back to me.

"Okay. Another time I guess." She sighed. I rolled my eyes.

"Email it to me and I will read it as soon as I can, okay?" I bargained. Her eyes lit up. I smiled and filled my bottle with ice cold water from the tap. Tina sauntered into the kitchen, glanced at Mom, then me, and I threw her a look.

As soon as we were in the car, I blasted the radio in the Camry. Tina looked annoyed, so I turned it way down. Justin Timberlake's Lovestoned just started and it was one of my favorites, but I didn't want to piss off my Aunt first thing in the morning.

"What was Heather doing up so early?" She asked as we turned out of the driveway. I watched as we passed two little girls on their beautiful, silver, vintage bikes. I wished that was me. I used to ride everyday, until I graduated high school and I had to get a grip on reality. They just looked like they were having so much fun, racing each other. I sighed.

"More of her book. You think she slept at all?" I asked. I imagined Mom, up all night writing about horrible terrors and scaring herself out of sleep.

"Didn't look like it. Maybe she was on a roll and couldn't stop." She theorized.

"Maybe."

There was a break in conversation as Tina drove twenty under the limit through the morning rush. When we pulled up to the building, we still had nothing to say. It wasn't that we didn't want to talk to each other, it was just one of those mornings.

“You think it’s going to be a good day?” I asked quietly as Tina got the door.

“I hope so sweetie.” I rolled my head back and journeyed in.

[bloodtypeespresso]

So far you seem to be off to a pretty good start. The characters were all pretty nicely introduced, it flows well...basically it's a nice foundation. i think you should see where it takes you.

[michelle]

i agree...plus you left some things unmentioned like what they do and stuff so that leaves it in suspense and all of us wanting more. nice job! can't wait for more!

[blatentlyobvious]

AHH. My god, see this is why I love you guys! Seriously, you're all just the best!! <33
Here is some more!! I won't do chapters this time..

My desk, tucked away around the corner from reception was cluttered with files from last week; the Burlington Reels files - the ones that had taken me three and a half weeks to get ready for approval. I had to sort through the requests, finding all of my information. Things like catering, make-up, and props were all part of my responsibility. I had to contact these people, book them, give them contacts for the production company that would further deal with them, and put all records of this together to get it approved by the boss. Plus gather the other Burlington files.

This is what our company, Boardwalk Entertainment Resources, did. Every movie goes through production; that’s a given. Exactly how production takes place isn’t fully known. Boardwalk dealt with all the aspects of production, everything that can be taken care of by another company.

Sometimes, it was a thankless job. I was happy to be here anyway. Well, not happy but...appreciative. There were a few downsides. Things like...
Bosses. You cannot choose them. Not unless you’re hiring one of course. That is beside the point however. My boss, Elena Howard didn’t choose to be a boss. I mean, sure, she probably had it in mind the second she realized what her potential was, but I’m sure she didn’t graduate Princeton and decide “ah, what the hell, I’ll be a bitchy, uptight boss.” No, I’m sure that isn’t how it went.

It’s not like I asked for her as a boss. That would never have happened should I have had the choice. The only reason I was at this job was because of an opportunity presented to me through a program called Futures of Business. My Aunt had recommended me for a spot at her and Howard’s company. Aunt Tina had been a great boss so far, and she never degraded me, or made constant complaints about details that I didn’t handle.

But why did my boss have to be Howard? She was the best and worst of bosses; inescapably brilliant.
She ran the most powerful Entertainment Resources company in all of Los Angeles. But she wasn’t ancient. No, she had started as an assistant when she was twenty-one. Now, not even in her prime, at thirty-two she had worked her way to the top. All the way at the top. Our company thrived under her direction, and when she had partnered with my aunt, the company soared in popularity and fame.

And as if on cue, I could feel her devilish presence in my office. Funny how it only took her thirty-eight minutes to ruin my day. And yes, I am being a little selfish, but it’s so true.

“Alexa.” She snapped her fingers in front of my face. I moved only my head from the computer screen, keeping my eyes locked on it as though something important was containing all my attention. There was nothing but an old email on the screen. Finally, I looked at her. I wanted to smirk. I knew this annoyed her to no end.

“Mrs. Howard.” I said as though pleasantly surprised to see her. I smiled a bright, cheery, completely fake smile. She couldn’t tell the difference. “Good morning.” She half smiled, the only kind I would ever receive from her. Hers was fake too.

“Alexa.” She said again, this time acknowledging my presence. “You know, you do have a job to do.” She said pointedly.

“Of course.” I nodded slightly. I’m doing it right now you condescending dictator. My job is currently splayed out all over my desk, in case you haven’t noticed. I restrained myself from any rash decisions concerning the perfect features on her perfectly fake face. “I’ve been working on the files for Burlington Reels this morning. The paper work is nearly ready to be approved and –“

“Vente Latte with a double shot of Espresso. Searing hot this time. Not too much trouble of course.” She said the last part as though intended for a question. That was never the case. I smiled another fake smile and she flew out of my office, off to her own. I growled when I knew she was far enough away not to hear. Stupid woman. What a ridiculously disgusting order.

I’d spent two years at the company already, and always, I was there to make the coffee run. It wasn’t just hers; it was nineteen coffee orders to be filled. All of the directors, admins, and the assistants (even those below me) had coffee orders, which I had to fill. Most of them were polite enough about it, some understanding my resentment toward the task. An assistant to the administrator’s job was not to run coffee.

I got to Tina, who looked at me sympathetically. “Hi,” I said happily. She turned her chair away from the computer. “Sweetheart, one day you won’t have to do this.” She said in a whisper.

“That day isn’t today. What do you want?” I said quickly. I added her Chai Tea to my long list and flew out of the office. There was a light breeze outside. It would be refreshing to walk to the café; better than a stifling heat. I passed four Starbucks on my way to the café. I did this everyday and one block after the Starbucks and tuck around a corner, I found myself at the café. Café Roma. The most peaceful coffee shop in all of LA. It was a million steps up from any Starbuck’s I had ever been to.

[michelle]

ooohhhhh......mean bosses stink big time. i can relate to that. haha anyways, can't wait for more....this story is very intriguing...

[blatentlyobvious]

Sept 9, 2008 22:25:45 GMT -5 michelle said:

ooohhhhh......mean bosses stink big time. i can relate to that. haha anyways, can't wait for more....this story is very intriguing...

hahaha thank you so much for the review michelle! yah... seriously, those bosses are the worst..
I'm super duper (=D) glad you think it's intriguing.

[bloodtypeespresso]

This was pretty cool! i'd hate to have to make all the coffee runs...okay so i'd probably like it, but that's just because it's an excuse to go to a coffee shop. But for your character that sucks. yeah, it's late i ramble, but i definately want to see were this is going.

[blatentlyobvious]

Sept 10, 2008 0:03:08 GMT -5 bloodtypeespresso said:

This was pretty cool! i'd hate to have to make all the coffee runs...okay so i'd probably like it, but that's just because it's an excuse to go to a coffee shop. But for your character that sucks. yeah, it's late i ramble, but i definately want to see were this is going.

hahah omgoodness Jenny. I think you're right, I'm so contradictory when I'm writing this because I WORSHIP coffee. =) Thanks for the review hun!!

[me]

I'm angry. This story is o good that it makes me jealous...please update?

[blatentlyobvious]

hahaha oh goodness I love your name!
I hope I'll be able to update it really soon. I've got a block.
i will try!!