JAMAIS VU, kellyoncé

chapter one

one.

Promptness showed professionalism and adequacy. But above all and most importantly, efficiency showed reliability. She prided herself on that. Things became harder without it, so time became her best friend. Managing, handling, and distributing time came easily.

With it, a person was rewarded power and sustainability.

Over the course of election year casted Kelly's routined habits to fall to the wayside. Her husband was looking to push his counselor activities into the Senate. She supported all of his aspirations, but he seemed to want to bite off more than he could chew. This caused her focus to be off, forcing her to withdraw from a few of her clients and invest her time into him. He held a campaign team, but even they didn't hold her skill sets. They would only get him so far.

The councilman and Kelly's lawyer mate were meeting at a new, downtown restaurant to go over key points. This was their last official meeting before debates started. And not even a week after, voting began. Kelly was frustrated as she clutched her briefcase in one hand, while her left hand held her phone. Her eyes were cast downward with her attention to the directions on the device.

It didn't help that it was not only subject of rush hour, but the restaurant held no parking or valet services, most likely due to how short of a time the restaurant had been open.

Before opening the doors, she made a mental note to breathe and later check the bottom of her louboutins. If they were scratched from walking against the pavement, there would certainly be an uprising.

The establishment was a sight for wandering eyes. There hadn't been anything more strikingly satisfying to the eye in years. From the outside it looked small and quaint, very modest for a person looking to indulge in beer if necessary. This wasn't the type of place meant for clients to meet privately, that also wasn't overly public. It was the type of placing that you took your significant other to, to celebrate your anniversary with; not the place to scatter the table with documents.

With the assistance of the hostesses, she was guided onto the third level. Chandlers decorated every level, but the top level was different; more inviting, rather than intimate. Kelly noticed the ceiling to floor windows that highlighted downtown and its landscape. She hadn't seen Houston painted that strikingly vivid in years. She felt that if she reached out to capture the city lights, that she would be engulfed by them.

Greeting Michelle first with a smothering hug, she next made her way to her husband. She kissed right above his lips, her lower lip making contact with his mustache. Her lips slightly upturned at the straggling hairs. "Hi, baby."

Tim looked up from his menu and granted a smile. "Hi, gorgeous." He kept his hands on Kelly's lower back, slightly rubbing firm circles against her clothing.

Taking a seat between the two, Michelle was the first to roll her eyes. Playfully she urged, "Could you guys not eye fuck each other at the table tonight? Please and thank you. I don't need to be reminded of what happened last time. Just nasty!" Michelle slightly shook in her seat at the remembrance of the married couple.

Innocently, she batted her eye lashes with a Cheshire smile to match. "What happened last time Chelle?"

She waived her left hand. "Lest, not be reminded. Even sweet baby Jesus couldn't hide his little eyes from y'all two."

After ordering their entrees, drinks, and appetizers, they found themselves conversing over general everyday formalities. The topic of their kids and the parts of their jobs they could discuss were easily the choices of topic. No one wanted to jump right in, so Kelly was the first to break the ice once the first round of drinks were consumed.