Start Somewhere (On Hold... Read Why In The Description)

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"TONIGHT!"
I was very sure the entire building heard me yell.

I took a deep breath, trying not to loose my cool on the outside.

No! No! Oh fuck no! I had so much to do tonight! So much sleep to catch up on. This asshole had me working late LAST night and now he's throwing a curve ball at me?!

"Yes, tonight." Blondie decided to give his two cents.

I took a deep breath. I thought logically.....

"What time is the party?" I mentally started saying my soothing words to avoid screaming: Prada, Gucci......

"It starts at eight thirty," Blondie (as I will call him for now and probably forever) replied while London tapped away on his computer.

I checked my watch
1:15 pm....

"Yes... We have very little time. We need a band, decorations, paparazzi, a red carpet, a guest list.....," London kept rattling off while I mentally punched his father....., "Ms Reignford?"

"Um", I snapped out of my mental fight.... "Yes well I can take care of the band, decorations are easy, your father has a wearhouse full of them, the red carpet is there two, and I just need to call one paparazzi and they'll all be here.... Also, I'm sure ur father must remember who he called......"

London, chuckled a bit, "I know all of that, I was just wondering, why exactly weren't you writing it down when I was speaking?"

I blushed and grabbed the pad he offered and continued scribbling notes.

Today was gonna be a long day.

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"No! I don't want that there! Move it to in front of the door!"

London and Blondie were barking off orders to the many workers from our décor sector while I was checking off the very expensive art pieces borrowed from a shipment to Paris....

London was very persuasive.....

"This is impossible! Kimber!" I gritted my teeth as London called me by my name.

It seriously irked me.
Why?, you might ask......

HE IS MY BOSS....

Not my friend.... Not anymore at least.... I hadn't seen him in three years and the last time.....

"Kimber!"

I huffed and marched into the ballroom... What I saw was straight out of a Disney movie.

The ballroom was circular and very grand. The ceiling was painted in Greek art, little angels in swaddling clothes were holding bows and arrows and Greek gods occupied the corners of the dramatic picture. A huge classically designed teardrop chandelier was smack in the middle of the ceiling, the huge windows created an open effect and the blood red curtains were hung by the windows, drawn away to let in natural light.
Candles were scattered all over and on the walls, held by gold candle holders and stands.

I looked in awe at the room, and my eyes landed on London.... Um, Mr Lanchester...who was standing in the middle of the room...

A huge ice sculpture, about five feet tall and six feet wide was mounted behind him. It depicted a man and woman.. The man was dressed in a classic tuxedo and the woman had on a very sexy dress that had dangerous splits and cutouts...

"Do you like this here?" He genuinely sounded like he wanted my opinion.

"Yes.... It compliments the tiles very well and it reflects the light of the chandelier perfectly..." I was being truthful, it looked like glass.

"Good. Good...," he ran a hand through his hair, worry lines present as he stressed over the last minute preparation.

"Relax sir... Would you like some coffee or tea?" I looked at the poor chap, his father was in deed an ass for giving him this last minute.

"No... But I do need something stronger....," he sent an impish grin my way, "could you by any chance find my bar and get me some tequila?"

I shook my head.
He was being irresponsible.

"The party is in a couple hours, and you can't be drunk.....," I huffed when he rolled his eyes.

I gave him a disapproving look as Blondie handed him a flask and they both directed their amused glances at me.

I pressed my lip in a thin line and looked over my list just to ignore him.

Ice sculptures? Check
Red carpet at entrance? Check
Band? Check
Flowers and other décor? Check
Lights? Check
Paparazzi? Check
Food? Check (yum)
Guest list? Check
Bouncers? Check..........

I happily checked everything off my list and handed London...um Mr Lanchester, the guest list.

He took it, handed it to Blondie who put it in his pocket and they both looked at me.

"OK. Let's go...." Blondie walked off.

I looked at him in confusion.

"Yea," London.... Um Mr Lanche..oh forget it!, followed behind him.

"Go where?" I looked at them as if they were crazy.

London chuckled, "Shopping." He left, expecting me to follow...

And of coarse I followed. Who wouldn't??

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