The House in the Woods

I don't think she is really a caterer

Jennifer/Hannah POV

I pull out my phone and dial the telephone number that only the two of us know. It is a secure line that is password encrypted to make sure that no one misdials and the call goes through. He put it in place when I disappeared on him after Nicholas and Ethan's death. I needed to escape for a while, and I did not let anyone know where I was going. When I walked back into the family home three and half weeks later and was informed that I needed to start checking in like a two year old. After day of fighting, yelling, crying and one well-placed kick to an area that most men don't like getting kicked in, it was decided that we would go with the special numbers. If either of us calls the other, we have 72 hours to respond back to the other. If there is no response, special security measures are put into place.

I guess it was better than his idea to implant me with a GPS chip. I think the only reason that he backed down was I told him that if he did, I would make sure he got one too, in the same place that I kicked him.

I don't even try for formalities, I just say, "Who in the hell do you think you are to tell Sydney that he needs your permission to give me a new fu%$king identity?"

There is a laugh on the other end and he says, "Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with today. Would this be Jennifer, Abby, Barbara, Sandy? Who are you today; because I know that it could not be my dear sweet half-sister. There is no way it is my sissy wissy Hannah banana, because she is going into quarantine for what 24 – 48 hours."

I try to get my anger under control and say, "Cut the crap, Alex. Yes I am going into quarantine, but I needed to make a few phone calls before I did. I need those papers. I already have something lined up and the name has been set. Katrina Cassidy will be starting work next week, as long as I have the necessary paperwork."

Alexander says, "Will you calm down. I just suggested to Sydney that he call me whenever you asked for something new. I don't want you running off like you did before."

"I have apologized multiple times for that, Alexander. I was in a bad place, and I needed my space. I was going to tell you about my new position as soon as I received the offer email, which did come in, but I was a little busy at the time," I say quietly.

"Where are you going to work," Alexander asks.

"Check your email. I believe that my announcement was sent out about five minutes ago," I say.

"Umm... the only thing that I have in the last five minutes is from my American Express rep. We are pleased to announce that you will have a new primary customer service/personal shopper that is starting in two weeks. Her name is Katrina Cassidy and we feel that she will be able to provide the personalized service that you have come to expect from your American Express Black card," Alexander says before pausing.

When he catches his breathe he says, "What are you planning?"

I laugh and say, "Well it there are a couple of reasons that I am going this route. I want something stable, I love spending other people's money and from the email that I just received, I will only have two very high spending clients that need the extra personal care because of the number of card holders on their account. Don't worry; as your personal shopper, I will make sure that you never forget your sister's birthday again."

"One year I was a day late, and you still won't let me live that down? I was flying back from Europe, and I wanted to give it to you personally," Alexander moans.

"You gave me an Atlanta Braves T Shirt and a stuffed gorilla that you bought at the gift shop at the Atlanta Airport. It was an afterthought, and both of us know it," I laughed.

He sighs and says, "Hey, I also got you a pair of the Delta Airlines Wing Pin. They normally don't give those to anyone over the age of ten. Do you know what I had to do to convince the airline attendant to give me a pair?"