Chapter 25 • After Effects

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Tuesday
July 19, 2011
12:20 pm
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I fell into my desk chair grumpily, a scowl on my face as I crossed my arms and glared at the door of Mr. Remora's office. I could not believe this man! Why couldn't he just play nice for once in his life? Humph!

I was so mad, and why? Well, the day before, as you most likely remember, I had informed Mr. Remora of the four day conference meeting that we were supposed to attend for the remainder of the week which was why he couldn't have a meeting with Mr. Carpenter today. Well, it turned out that the conference date was changed and instead of a four day conference, it would be for three days, starting this Wednesday. Because of this mixup, which Mr. Remora blamed yours truly for as usual, Mr. Remora made me reschedule the meeting with Mr. Carpenter for today instead of next week.

This of course wasn't the problem.

Only minutes ago, I found out that although this was a conference meeting, Mr. Remora had no intention of bringing me along with him! Like seriously, none! I believe he said that it had something to do with my attitude and the way I always messed up everything for him, blah, blah, blah. Gah! The despicable man! Messed up everything my foot! The only reason he didn't want me coming was because the conference was being held at one of the three best 5 stars hotel in the city and he just didn't want me to have that kind of luxury. The meany! I mean who goes to a conference meeting without their assistant? Grrr!

I of course gave him a thirty minutes presentation on why I deserved to go to this hote- ahem... I mean conference meeting, and surprisingly he listened. The entire time he rested his chin on his arms and kept his stare on me. It was definitely some improvement in our relationship.... well that was what I thought before I found out that the entire time, Mr. Remora had been listening in on a live chat going on between some of his business associates through his Bluetooth! Grrrrr!

Now I was slumped down in my seat, heated up from my anger, as Mr. Remora conducted that meeting with Mr. Carpenter. Grrr!

"Well you surely don't look good red," Ariana, Mr. Carpenter's secretary, commented from somewhere in the hall. She was a black girl with frizzy hair, very good posture, outstanding fashion taste and a tongue that could set a fire anyone who tried to disrespect her. She was really nice however... well based on what I had seen of her so far.

I shot up immediately and blushed embarrassed when I saw that she had been there, watching me the entire time, probably even seeing the multiple gestures I made in attempt to somehow hurt Mr. Remora, which led me to the question of why people always caught me in the bad moments...

"Hi, Ariana right?" I asked clearing my throat nervously. She grinned at me whilst nodding.

"That's me. And you're Katherine right?" she asked in return. I nodded as well as she stood right before my desk.

"It's nice to meet you." I muttered, still a little nervous because of my previous show. I really hoped she wouldn't tell Mr. Remora of my intentions to probably set his bed on fire while he was sleeping... or add something inedible to his coffee one morning... or cut the brakes of his car when he left me to go to that conference the next day... let's just say that I hoped she wouldn't tell him anything at all, whether she had heard it or seen it.

She seemed to catch on to my discomfort since she started laughing and gave me a look that asked if I was serious. "If you're thinking that I'm gonna tell that Mr. Remora about any of the things you said or did then don't worry about it, he won't hear anything from my lips. I have to admit that I understand where you're coming from since years ago I was in the same situation as you and had some of the same mind goals as you as well." she chuckled, seeming to go back to whatever time she had been speaking of. I almost scoffed at the same situation part however because I knew that wasn't true.

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