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Authors: Loki Renard
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It was most certainly not fair. What she couldn't elaborate on, even to herself was what exactly wasn't fair. The story should have been writing itself but instead only the word 'The' sat sullenly on her computer screen.
The buzzing of her phone distracted her briefly from her misery. A text message from Mackenzie flashed up on the screen and Stephanie felt a little thrill of excitement.
“Pick you up at 5.00 <3”
“Yay!” Stephanie giggled to herself like a school girl. They were going to spend the whole evening together, an evening that Mackenzie had promised would be free of any drama relating to nieces.
As entertaining as watching Jake run circles around her aunt was, Stephanie had been suffering as a result. Mackenzie had often been distracted and sometimes even distant whilst being preoccupied with Jake's antics and apparent determination to do herself serious harm. All the while, Stephanie had suffered admirably in silence, making understanding noises when Mackenzie aired her frustrations, all the while secretly wishing that she showed her the same sort of attention she was lavishing on the brat from Australia. Jake was old enough to take care of herself surely? She was a university graduate. If she wanted to go and frequent opium dens, let her.
Stephanie didn't really think that, of course, but it was tiresome the way Jake constantly managed to steal focus. The girl couldn't even get breakfast without life turning into some sort of bizarre crime drama.
But tonight, Mackenzie had promised that tonight would be their night.
“Hey you.”
Stephanie glanced up from her phone and squealed happily. “Hello!” she said, her smile plastered broadly across her face.
Mackenzie leaned against the doorway to her office, looking impeccable as always. Her hair was loose and waved down past her shoulders in a way that suggested a classic kind of glamor. The sharp suit she wore with the wide lapelled white shirt added to the classical ambiance, but it was her face, her beautiful aquiline features that were at once beautiful and powerful that made Stephanie's heart skip a beat. Every inch a business woman, and every inch a lady, that was what Stephanie thought when she saw Mackenzie.
“Ready to go?” Mackenzie asked, dangling her car keys from her middle finger.
“Yeah!” Stephanie said, shutting down her computer and leaping up from her chair. “Let's blow this cake stand!” she enthused, standing on tippy toes to kiss Mackenzie's cheek.
“Cake stand?” Mackenzie laughed.
“Yep,” Stephanie agreed, looping her arm around Mackenzie's as they made for the elevator. They were almost there when Leonard poked his head out of his office.
“Steph, have you got that copy for me?”
“Oh. Uh. No, there have been some, developments,” Stephanie lied.
Leonard frowned and pushed his spectacles further up his nose with his forefinger.
“We need that copy tonight, Steph.”
Stephanie sighed dramatically. “The story isn't done, Leonard, run something else!” She turned back to the elevator.
“Stephanie, we've had that story scheduled for weeks. You said it would be ready this morning,” Leonard persisted doggedly.
“Well it's just not done!” Stephanie replied, her tone becoming terse and tense indeed.
“Stephanie...”
This time the voice came from Mackenzie. Stephanie turned to see that Mackenzie was glowering down at her, quite unimpressed.
“Do you need to finish up before you go home?”
It was phrased like a question, but Stephanie knew very well from Mackenzie's tone that it was not a question. There was a velvet steel in her tone, and a glint in her eye that belied her intent.
“Well, I suppose I can cobble something together,” Stephanie muttered, turning quickly on her heel and making for her office. Mackenzie followed after her, a silent mass of disapproval.
Stephanie
It was most certainly not fair. What she couldn't elaborate on, even to herself was what exactly wasn't fair. The story should have been writing itself but instead only the word 'The' sat sullenly on her computer screen.
The buzzing of her phone distracted her briefly from her misery. A text message from Mackenzie flashed up on the screen and Stephanie felt a little thrill of excitement.
“Pick you up at 5.00 <3”
“Yay!” Stephanie giggled to herself like a school girl. They were going to spend the whole evening together, an evening that Mackenzie had promised would be free of any drama relating to nieces.
As entertaining as watching Jake run circles around her aunt was, Stephanie had been suffering as a result. Mackenzie had often been distracted and sometimes even distant whilst being preoccupied with Jake's antics and apparent determination to do herself serious harm. All the while, Stephanie had suffered admirably in silence, making understanding noises when Mackenzie aired her frustrations, all the while secretly wishing that she showed her the same sort of attention she was lavishing on the brat from Australia. Jake was old enough to take care of herself surely? She was a university graduate. If she wanted to go and frequent opium dens, let her.
Stephanie didn't really think that, of course, but it was tiresome the way Jake constantly managed to steal focus. The girl couldn't even get breakfast without life turning into some sort of bizarre crime drama.
But tonight, Mackenzie had promised that tonight would be their night.
“Hey you.”
Stephanie glanced up from her phone and squealed happily. “Hello!” she said, her smile plastered broadly across her face.
Mackenzie leaned against the doorway to her office, looking impeccable as always. Her hair was loose and waved down past her shoulders in a way that suggested a classic kind of glamor. The sharp suit she wore with the wide lapelled white shirt added to the classical ambiance, but it was her face, her beautiful aquiline features that were at once beautiful and powerful that made Stephanie's heart skip a beat. Every inch a business woman, and every inch a lady, that was what Stephanie thought when she saw Mackenzie.
“Ready to go?” Mackenzie asked, dangling her car keys from her middle finger.
“Yeah!” Stephanie said, shutting down her computer and leaping up from her chair. “Let's blow this cake stand!” she enthused, standing on tippy toes to kiss Mackenzie's cheek.
“Cake stand?” Mackenzie laughed.
“Yep,” Stephanie agreed, looping her arm around Mackenzie's as they made for the elevator. They were almost there when Leonard poked his head out of his office.
“Steph, have you got that copy for me?”
“Oh. Uh. No, there have been some, developments,” Stephanie lied.
Leonard frowned and pushed his spectacles further up his nose with his forefinger.
“We need that copy tonight, Steph.”
Stephanie sighed dramatically. “The story isn't done, Leonard, run something else!” She turned back to the elevator.
“Stephanie, we've had that story scheduled for weeks. You said it would be ready this morning,” Leonard persisted doggedly.
“Well it's just not done!” Stephanie replied, her tone becoming terse and tense indeed.
“Stephanie...”
This time the voice came from Mackenzie. Stephanie turned to see that Mackenzie was glowering down at her, quite unimpressed.
“Do you need to finish up before you go home?”
It was phrased like a question, but Stephanie knew very well from Mackenzie's tone that it was not a question. There was a velvet steel in her tone, and a glint in her eye that belied her intent.
“Well, I suppose I can cobble something together,” Stephanie muttered, turning quickly on her heel and making for her office. Mackenzie followed after her, a silent mass of disapproval.
Stephanie
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