Opposites Attract

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Victoria

I stand up quickly, "Wait!"

Stupid Maia Jones turns around, a slight, sinister, evil, bad, stupid, evil, bad, sinister, AWFUL smile playing around her lips, "Yes?"

"I'll pay you." I say, "As much as you want."

"Oh! No, darling, I couldn't deprive the public of some knowledge that they should know! Besides, why did you think I could be bribed?"

"Anything." I beg, "I will give you ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT."

"I won't be bribed!" She exclaims, sounding shocked. But I can see her considering this. I have very rich parents, and anything to do with with my family could be a lot.

"Please do sit down again." I smile at her, "I think we really need to work out this misunderstanding. I will be right back." I smile again, then stare at her until she sits back down in the chair. She looks just the slightest bit uncomfortable. Good.

I hurry out of the room, all the way down the hall, and into the elevator. I jam my finger on the eight button over and over again. After what seems like hours, but was probably only like ten seconds, the elevator starts moving upwards. I'm quickly.

"I need, need, need, NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED nice food!" I run shrieking through the kitchen, "She must be convinced!!!!!!"

"Need some help?" I hear. I whip around and almost crash into the fancy, high tech, all chrome and stuff stove. It's the head chef, Maureen. I run to her.

"Yes, I need, um, enough food for, uhh... let's say four people. Like, tea and biscuits and strawberries and whipped cream- tea and strawberry shortcake?" I ask hopefully, "Or something that's comfort foody? Something really, really, REALLY GOOD!"

"What happened?" Maureen asks, concerned.

"Can't talk now, but I need that... and as fast as you can... and could you bring it to the fourth floor or have someone else bring it to the fourth floor, in the fanciest plates that we have with the finest silverware and EVERYTHING?"

Maureen looks still looks puzzled and worried, but she still starts pulling things out of drawers to start cooking. I sigh in relief, then dash out and back to the elevator.

I get back to the fourth floor, and Maia Jones is still sitting there, gazing at me expectantly. She has her pen out again, poised over the fancy brown leather notebook she was writing in before.

Her lips are pursed together in half smile that definitely doesn't reach her eyes. I can see that she's still a bit uneasy, but feels she has the upper hand. I'm pretty sure she does, but I'm not going to let that make me scared.

She can't know I'm super scared right now! I put on my happy face, then realize I need to get something else. "Be right back! Hang tight, Maia!" Maia Jones looks surprised that I just addressed her by her first name. Haha.

The fourth floor is basically all mine. The room where Maia is in my meetings room. I have a lot of office-y stuff in there like a flat screen, remote controlled blinds, and a glass coffee table. There are three chocolate brown comfy chairs around the coffee table. There's also a nice, fluffy, yellowy-white cream colored thick carpet that feels really nice to walk in with bare feet. There's a couple bookcases lining the walls stuffed with books I've never even read, a nice vase of flowers on the coffee table, and a box of tissues on the table too. Every day I have to make sure everything is in order in there because I get a visit from some newspaper person in there at the very, very least once a week.

There's a bathroom that's just personally mine with a bathtub in it with heavenly things. There's eight different spigots with different colored soapy bubbles, and different spigots that shoot out water all around it. That way, it fills up faster. The middle is deeper than the ends, and there are steps going it. It's like a hot tub! I love it. It's amazing.

I have my office just across the hall from my room, which basically is just a soft purple couch I can sit in. There's a table with my two laptops, one a MacBook Pro and the other a MacBook Air. It's a room where I can do, basically, whatever I want (that involves a computer) which is actually a lot. It's surprising my parents let me have any Apple anything, but then again, they partner up on lots of things.

I also have a living room with another couch in it. There's like five different fuzzy blankets on it. The walls are painted with magnetic paint, and the flat screen is magnetic. I have a special remote my parents designed so I can move the TV wherever I want it to be - even the ceiling. Even though I don't move it much, it's still pretty awesome.

Anyways, I race back into my room and scramble around in the mess, trying to find my wallet. It's a nice wallet, cost only around two hundred dollars, but I have a lot of money in it, too. Finally, I come up with it. The nice golden color catches some of the last sunlight of the day, and I remind myself that I can make this better. Hopefully.