Tori Davis appraised her small team of painters, carpenters and the singular electrician.
"You've been wired the money for the house we just worked on. I'll call you when I get a new contractor." Tori deadpanned. She wasn't friends with any of these people. They worked with her, and kept their distance.
It was a means to an end, like anything else Tori did in her work life.
However that was just in her in work life. Her personal life was something entirely different.
"See you then." One of her painters mutter as he past her.
Tori walked out to her car, an old sand-gold Honda Civic. She strapped on her seatbelt and turning the key in the ignition. Grumbling to life, the engine turned over, and she drove off.
Unlike most people in New York City, Tori owned a car. Her work made it so she had to go outside the city limits. It was inconvenient to get out, but getting in was worse.
Tori slammed the heel of her hand on her horn, the obnoxious sound lost in the other people honking their horns.
It was a chaotic mess of an ordeal, but finally, Tori made it to her apartment building, only five blocks from the coveted Battery Park.
Tori took the elevator to the sixth story, and opened the ninth door to the left.
The loft was clean and very organized. Tori's bathroom was off the main room, a combination of kitchen, dining and living room that Tori had affectionately nicknamed 'The kitdingling room' for short.
Off of the kitdingling, the master bedroom and master bathroom. The bathroom was by far Tori's favorite room.
The large vanity had a mirror that was illuminated by pinprick LED lights. Pallets of purple, gold, and tan eyeshadow littered the top. Tubes of black gel eyeliner and blush had been scattered in a drawer, while the foundation was held precariously by the teeth of a comb.
Tori moved a bottle of Super Bubble bubble bath soup as she sat on the three legged stool, sweeping her hair away from the scar on her cheekbone, near her ear.
One of her only permanent reminders of her parents.
***
"So, you have a kid?" Ares asked for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Yes, Ares. The answer hasn't changed since the last time you asked me, which was two seconds ago."
"Damn, Darcy Quinn, a mom? Plot twist of the year."
"Are we done talking about this yet?" Darcy asked, "I have to go back to work."
"Who's this 'Candy' person that she lives with?" Ares continued.
Darcy moved to grab her purse off the kitchen counter. "I should get going like now."
"You just got here. And we're not done talking about this!" Ares complained.
"I have to go and meet Tori." Darcy lied. "I said I would a few days ago."
"Fine. Go meet Tori and leave me here to rot." Ares flopped onto the couch dramatically.
"Yep, I'll see you." Darcy grabbed her apartment keys and walked out the door, locking the door behind her.
She pulled out her phone once she was on the first floor, and was about to call Tori, though she hardly thought the brunette would be mad.
"I wouldn't quite do that." A deep voice
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What Happened That Summer
Mistero / Thriller(COMPLETE) Camp Eagle Ridge was where it all started. At the age of fifteen, Darcy Quinn was sent to Camp Eagle Ridge, a camp for delinquents and the troubled over the summer of 2009. When the summer ends in tragedy, Darcy, along with five other tee...
