MEYER, a Seinfeld Story (Probably Discontinued)

Chapter three, the robery

Right now, Mille is sitting on Jerry's kitchen island, watching him pack for his work trip while Elaine sat on a chair at his kitchen table. She was about to leave for the gym and worse simple white spandex shorts and one of Jerry's black sweatshirts she had stolen. Her blonde hair was also pulled into a ponytail that was pulled through her black baseball cap. Her hands also held an iced coffee- a drink that wasn't really popular and Mille didn't understand why since it was so good.

"I've got the Q-tips, got the mini umbrella," Jerry mumbled under his breath before he swiped a small book from a cabinet and placed it into his bag, "something boring to read on the plane"

And with a few more zips, Jerry stepped back, opened his arms, and smiled, "That's it. Done!".

Mille clapped as Elaine looked up from her magazine and amusingly said, "That is the single greatest packing performance I've ever seen! Don't you agree Mille?"

At this, Jerry and Elaine turned to Mille and she let out a small laugh as she threw her head back slightly.

"I am...the master packer," Jerry said as he stood in a superman position.

"Of course, how could I forget," Elaine said sarcastically as she hit her head.

"Listen, ladies, packing is no different than leading a man into battle. You've got to the strengths and weaknesses of every soldier in the platoon, from a collapsible toothbrush to a pair of ordinary black socks." Jerry explained as he walked around his apartment with his mini umbrella in his hands. Elaine and Jerry kept on with this bit while Mille sat thinking about the stress her brand has been causing her. She's in the midst of planning out her second line. Well, not really in the midst. She hasn't told anyone yet. She kept her first line for Virbereeden simple, naming it Debut. And, in all honestly, her clothes were simple too. This left Mille feeling very stumped.

Sighing, Mille lifted herself off of Jerry's counter and grabbed her bag.

"Jer, I'm heading to the gym," Mille said as she walked over to her boyfriend and hugged him goodbye. She would've done more but Elaine was there and it didn't feel right to Mille for her to give a more romantic goodbye. She'd see Jerry in two days anyways.

"Alright, I'll see you when I get back," Jerry said, patting her back as Mille pulled away from the hug. He understood her holding back.

Walking to the door and turning to leave the apartment, Mille cast her head back to say goodbye to Elaine, "I'll see you at dinner El!"

When Mille reached the elevator and the doors opened, she came face-to-face with George.

"Hey, George!" Mille smiled.

"Hey, you coming to the airport with us?" George asked.

"No, I've got work to do. Drive safe!" Mille said before she entered the elevator and George walked towards Jerry's apartment.

When she reached the gym, Mille went straight for the bike before going to the treadmill and heading to the weight room after.

Once Mille finished at the gym, she went back to her boutique. Inside, it was pretty busy. But Mille couldn't stick around to help out customers or her employees, she had a meeting to get to.

Quickly changing in her office, Mille swapped her gym clothes for a light pink pant suit and plain white undershirt, as well as simple gold heels.

Then, 10 minutes later, Mille was opening the door to a nice office conference room, opening her eyes to see film writer Daniel Waters and director Micheal Lehman sitting down at a large conference table.

"Hello!" Mille said, trying to ease her nerves and placing a smile on her face, "I'm Camille Meyer, it's lovely to meet you"

"Ooh, she's got an accent," One man laughed before the other man smacked his arm.

"Daniel," The smacker, who Mille now identified as Micheal, half-groaned, half-laughed. "I'm sorry about him, he has trouble being professional"

"It's alright," Mille laughed nervously, twiddling her thumbs.

"Well, please, sit," Micheal said as he gestured to the seat across from him and Daniel. "You may have some idea as to why we requested a meeting with you?"

"No, actually," Mille said, playing more with his fingers under the table.

"Well," Daniel said, gaining professionalism, "We're in the midst of creating a movie- one that will focus on a darker side of High School, while still being enjoyable for viewers. And we've been thinking about the wardrobe and were wondering if you would accept our offer to lead that department"

Yo it's been a while since I updated. Sorry haha I'm just like super unmotivated. Also just been busy with school and friends.

Also...who's got a job interview tomorrow? This guyyyy. Who hates Todd packer? This guyyy.

If you get the reference I love you. If you don't get out.

Also omg my name has sad and die in it... :p

Question of the day: If you could marry any celebrity who would you marry?

Ngl I just included that to profess my undying love to Eminem/Marshall Mathers <3333

He's the best...like actually. The best <3.

Final Edit on October 9th, 2023: I'm never working on this fanfic again, it's just not happening. If you're really into this book though or idea, feel free to take, continue it, rewrite it, or post it, I really don't care. I really had no ideas about how to continue this either (that said, even if I did, I would still not continue working on this) so I can't really help you out, I just wrote this when I was on bedrest for surgery and completely bored out of my mind. So again, take it, rewrite it, change it up, I don't care. Post whatever you want, it's all good. Oh also I ended up getting that job interview I wrote about above (crazy how that was over a year ago lol) and I worked there for a year before quitting this past September because junior year is hectic....also I got casted in my school's production so slay

Have a great day y'all

- Sadie