Where We Left Off

Chapter 13

I been spinning around on my desk chair out of boredom for the past twenty minutes, looking over the guest list of for Simon Pierce's event. Sofia dropped at a giant binder of thick pages, information about who's coming and their description. Creating flip notes, so I know who will be writing out their checks, I guess having a long list of a-listers will lead to the highest chances in profits for the auctions. This is not how I want to spend my Friday night, but luckily I have until Monday morning to finish. Knowing me, if I finish early I'll email Sofia by Sunday afternoon. 

It's been days since I put my foot in my mouth in front of Simon. Alex and I agreed that I will bring lunch to him for now on. I need some avoidance, because I'm still embarrassed for that "London Boy" comment, that was so uncalled for. Truthfully, I don't know anything about Simon, besides that he's originally from London. I spent most of the time either at my desk in front Sofia's office, putting calls on hold or getting her signatures. I did take a meeting with her for a charity that Simon is going put down generous amount of money and donations for them to gain new art supplies for schools in need.

Finished looking over page - glanced on the bottom left corner, #34 - and I'm about to cry at my misery. Why is the Pierce Family even in these documents? Aren't family members automatically invited? And does each member really need to be on separate pages? The very first page was the Titles of Contexts, the fortieth row is titled Rejected. I guessing that's going to be the list of people who are not invited to the event, Sofia's very thorough. 

"Hey!" Lindy shouted as she entered into my room, and hopped onto my bed, lying on her stomach with her feet kicking in the air. She knows I hate shoes on the bed.

"Lindy. Stop yelling in my house!" I heard Aunt Jay shout from the living room.

"What's you doing?" Lindy asked.

"Working." I stated, turning my chair to face her.

"Boring, come out with me."

"I can't. I have to finish these documents, and I'm also on call for Sofia."

Lindy raised her eyebrows. "On call, really? Like she needs you to pick up her kids from soccer practice?" she continues, "Pick up a box of tampons for her?"

"She doesn't have kids. And yesterday, luckily, I kept a couple of tampons in my purse for emergencies. Which I handed her one, after meeting with the painters for the contraction." I always keep them on me, since I got my first period in gym class in the ninth grade. I was a late bloomer like my mom.

Lindy sucks in her full pink lips. 

"Oh my God, I'm pathetic." I cringed at myself.

"Yes, you are" she agreed, "so you're coming tonight?" Lindy asked, giving her puppy eyes again.  "I promise, Alex and I are just having dinner, drinks and a few laughs." She turned her body around, to sit up, having her legs swinging off of the edge of my bed. I noticed her outfit, she's wearing black skinny jeans, dark plum color top and a crop leather jacket. She has her hair straight and up in a ponytail. I love her dark hair, I hope she doesn't dye it again. Her red moment in the eleventh grade was a mess, literally. It took us over few hours getting the cherry red color out of her mother's white kitchen sink. The kitchen reeked of bleach for days.

"I don't know, last time your boyfriend kinda crashed our night." I'm hesitant to going anywhere tonight. "Plus, I'm trying to forget who he works with." I haven't seen and heard from Jackson since my drunken night, which I'm totally grateful for. I have no reason to be around him at all. And just because we're in this same - mutual friend, business, old flings in past - group doesn't mean we have to see each other again. "Plus, I have a cup of Ramon with my name on it."