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Fresca De Angelo sits curtly in her office, tapping a Ticonderoga #2 pencil to her lips in concentration. She's deep in thought, trying to think of a brilliant scarf design (for someone close), when she gets a phone call.
She almosts snaps the writing utensil, but picks up the phone before wood splinters spy everywhere.
Strange. It's an unknown number. She thinks of her protectionary defences briefly, in case this conversion takes a turn for the worse. She picks up the vibrating cell phone.
"Hello?" she asks crisply.
"Hey Fresca, what's up?" a woman's voice replies. The sky, what else? the younger persona wants to abruptly respond back. The designer blinks.
"Um, I'm fine. Amber, is it?" De Angelo answers instead, holding the phone in one hand as she retrieves a new pieces of lined paper. She has... spoken with this Amber before, and Fresca was intrigued to scribble a few notes of the way the young girl portrayed herself. She could use these notes to add a bit of creativity to her next fashion line.
"Mm-hm." A universal yes. "You know about JB, right?"
Huh? Fresca frowns, writing some words down. "Yes. I was an assistant for him before creating my business. What about him?" This conversation was starting to be a bit doubting.
"I need... some help. Can you research or, I don't know, remember some things about him?" Amber's voice held some bitter hatred and despise to it. The designer cocked her head, thinking of a response.
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Incognito NYC
Short StoryThis story, taking place in Long Island, NY, is about Faith De Aturdir, the simple daughter of an Italian Deli/butcher-er. But... She has a secret... As the story quickly unfolds, secrets are told in unexpected ways, ways that only true friends can...
