Women of Borderline

The Law

"So I see you guys next week. I have a meeting tomorrow morning." Tipsy Cylia spoke getting up.

"No, no, we are supposed to go to my house for more celebration."

"Jess, your speech is getting worse with every drink you take. You are way past your limit and no one is celebrating anything. Well, I am but I need to score tomorrow's deal to fully celebrate."

"But Cylia, we always do this."

"Do you guys want to go to Morroco next vacation on me?"

Angie stood up so fast she left the rest looking lost wth her sudden move. " What are you still doing here? We will get the tab." She gave Cylia her hand bag. "See you next week."

She looked at her friends, "what! I want to go to Morroco. Especially if someone is paying for it."

Cylia gave them a quick wave and left.

She had a hard time hailing down a taxi, it was late on a Friday night, I mean everyone was going to the hottest clubs in town.

The opposite side was a man who looked to be her age whistled at a taxi and it stopped. She looked at her side and once she spotted one coming by she copied the man, she whistled. She had always done this, at the rugby games.

The yellow stripped car stoped right in front of her and she smiled at her accomplishment.

"To 17th Avenue." She gave out her direction as soon as she got into the car.

She looked outside the window at the passing light that seemed to make a pattern if you squint hard enough. Her eyes fell on a group of drunk girls leaving the club giggling and she remembered how her and her girls were during that time. Party goers.

That's how she Angie and Lu met Jess and Phinnie, at a club.

"Thank you." She thanked the almost bald guy and turned to look at her apartment. A place that she has been calling home for the last five years.

I need to move out. She thought to herself as she went up the modern stairs to house number 24.

"I will move out as soon as I sign that deal."  Speaking loud enough for herself to hear as she opened her door.

Placing her coat in the closet right opposite her door. She pulled her shoes and neatly put them with the rest on the white shoe rack.

She unzipped her dress walking to her kitchen. A huge glass of wine was in order as she opened her emails. She left her dress lying neatly by the kitchen door and walked around to her computer in matching black underwear.

Pulling her laptop from her bag she sat on the black leather couch that matched her minimal aesthetic so well.

Long white drapes shilled the busy streets behind her. A large round mirror that had spikes at the end was hang close to the main door. It was something that reminded her of Game of thrones.

Her kitchen held all the latest equipments for cooking. Something she does over the weekend, calling the girls over for branch on Sundays. Gatherings were her thing.

She never read but books were arranged in order in a black shelf that was close to the three clocks that had different time post on them. Her fake brick wall held the TV and a few large books.

She had revised everything she need on the Nakumatt deal, she had to score it. Ian Rweel, her biggest rival, wasn't getting g this deal. It was here's.

Smiling one last time at her computer, she shut the little thing down and picked her dress as she made her way to her bedroom with the glass in her had. Tossing the black dress in her dirty laundry bag, that was by the bathroom door she walked to the bathroom to clean off her makeup and start on her night ritual.