Just don't take everything

Family history and twists of events. 3

"Oh brother..." I huffed out lowly, rolling my eyes and letting my head fall into my hands."

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Since my father had brought up the news of me having to share my work load and opinions to a total stranger, I decided seclude myself in my room and procrastinate that whole process. Instead of continuing working in the designs, I switched back to working on Spencer's Essay that was due tomorrow morning.

Call me childish, but I don't play nice with others, which is why when my father recommended, or more so told me, that I was to work with this woman, I was at a complete and utter shock. I mean the man knows I prefer to work alone!

Oh well, I'll make it do what it do. So! Onto the topic of family. My household consists of five individuals, including me it would be six. Yes! Of course I included my dog in that count!! Unless you want to count in our protection. Just the two main ones then it would be eight.

So to start off, we are the "Blanchards" born in Florida, but recently moved to Australia. The ring leader of this group, my father Alexander Blanchard is a highly famous architectural designer.

So we are always in the spotlight with creepers and peepin toms. Don't get me started. My father started off his ground works in Florida, that is his "baby" as he puts it, being that's where he put his first roots in the ground.

As of currently he is working in Alaska for some famous Dog Sledder? Yea no clue about that one. The structure and design of the hotel he is building is super cool and dog friendly, huge plus!

My father mainly works on hotels, but he also specializes in homes and other establishments. He named his business  Blanchard ArcDesigns, B.A.D for short.

He was originally married to my brother and I's mother, but she passed away in my younger years. My dad said something about her being his designated one? But the love and admiration he holds for my other Dad seems like the type of love that's only heard about in fairytales. Everyone we encounter mumbles their jealousy's.

My father always goes on about how my papa is his True Soulmate, whatever that means, don't ask me because I don't know, my father is just weird.

Oh! I also call him Dad/Daddy, as to not get him confused with my other Dad whom I Call papa/pops.
I love my father dearly and cherish the limited times he comes home. Shoot, you could say I was a daddy's girl, after all I have two of them!

My Papa, Christian Blanchard, works in the fashion industry and although the man is always engaged in the hustle and bustle of his career, he makes us attend a mandatory family breakfast and dinner.

This is basically law in our household now. Lunch is the only exception  due to some of us being in the midst of our work or schooling, and it would only disrupt us. The only time we can miss our family breakfast and dinners is if we have valid reasoning. Even then it still disappoints Papa but he understands.

My brother Canyon Blanchard, he's like your average overprotective brother if you will. With the exception of being worse if that was even humanly possible. My brother is all into looking good at all times. He happens to own an aquarium business where he makes customized fish tanks for mostly celebrities, and the occasional civilians. His business is called Atlantis.

My father brother and I often collaborate together using our many talents on one project. Normally it consists of our father asking us to partner with him on an establishment he is working on, majority being hotels.

So he will have me go over the blueprints as well as the decor, he will ask my brother to build a custom tank for the place, and they always end up looking jaw droppingly cool. He also never forgets about my side business and advertises my coffee in the hotels he builds, wether the owner changes brand in the future is not up to us.
He never forgets to give us credit where credit is due though.