"Mizz Sanban?" Bronka, Kuki's Polish housekeeper asked.
"Yes, Bronka?" Kuki asked looking up for the first time in two hours of last minute packing.
"The driver iz waithing." Bronka replied, watching her young employer, the CEO of one of the largest companies, worldwide, the Rainbow Monkey Corporation.
"Oh, yes, I forgot, sorry." Kuki nodded at her butler who picked up her things helping to carry them down to the lobby of Kuki's penthouse building on the Upper East Side of New York.
"Be careful Mizz Sanban." Bronka said as Kuki entered the elevator.
"Oh, Bronka, you worry too much."
"Good luck!" Bronka said as Kuki waved goodbye, the elevator door shutting. Kuki fidgeted with her hair and peered down at the invitation in her hand, biting her lip.
At twenty-eight and four months old, Wallabee Beatles life was one to envy, and quite successful. He was a rich new surgeon, fresh out of residency, and had attended the number one medical school in the world at Harvard.
Looking around him he nodded his agreement, he was living it up. He was standing with a perky, yet uptight blonde who was pointing out flower arrangements; all he had to do was nod. Wallabee was tall, unlike how he was when he was much younger, he had twinkling, forest green eyes, and blonde hair that covered his eyes in a shaggy, messy manner. Wallabee looked more like an early twenty year old than a man who was about to be married.
Her name was Bree Winters and she was a hassle. Wallabee was easily annoyed with her and her ridiculous antics, but she had practically forced him to propose, and he wasn't getting any younger. He grimaced just thinking about it, how could he be stuck with her for the rest of his life? He would never know, he sighed, just as she called his name.
"WALLY! I think these are just beautiful!" He nodded, very convincingly.
"Okay then, be a doll and go to the ballroom to see if everything is set for tonight." Wallabee nodded yet again and turned to go, but was stopped by his fiancé who demanded. "By the way dear, my best friend and roommate from college will be joining us today, and I just can't wait for you to meet her, so make sure to make time for her, meaning limit the time you spend with Hoggy." Wallabee nodded, he hated Bree's college friends, they were annoying, just like Bree.
"It's Hoagie by the way," Wallabee walked away just as she pecked his cheek, he wiped away the lipstick and grumbled.
"Walls, there you are, ready to go get some lunch?" Hoagie P. Gilligan asked his best friend as he walked out of the huge convention center size room at the Ritz Carlton. Hoagie owned a new airplane making business, and had become extremely wealthy working his way to the top. He was as thin as a twig, but his love for food had never perished. Hoagie, like his best friend, still looked like a college student, with his shaggy hair, bright twinkling eyes, and he even had the attitude of a teenager.
"Can't, Bree's having me help oversee the setup." Wallabee said glumly.
"Too bad, that girl has got you whipped man!" Hoagie said.
"I can't believe we're getting married." Wallabee hissed, hearing Bree yell at a florist.
"Neither can I," Hoagie whispered back, feeling sorry for Wallabee.
"You and Abby have it so easy," Wallabee said, envious of Hoagie and his wife's relationship.
"Well, you could have had it easy too, way easier than anyone else, but you chose not to," Hoagie winked, picking up a taste-tester of the dessert they were having that night.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Wallabee hollered, Hoagie walked away chuckling, oh boy, Wally is slow. Hoagie smiled, today their friends would be united once again, well all but one, he frowned at that thought, but pushed it aside, declaring in his mind that Wallabee Beatles was an idiot for letting that one slip.
It definitely was not like Fanny Fulbright to fret, she was pacing so much she was creating a draft in her hotel room. Tonight she would have to face everyone, after not seeing many of them for years. Well one in particular, she had avoided him happily for eight years now. Yet, here she was, putting herself on the line, age twenty-eight and dreading to meet her high school crush.
Her red hair was flowing gracefully around her, in beautiful loose, red curls. She pushed her hair away from her face and collapsed onto her bed. She had to admit that she had gotten successful; she had gained money from a job as a fact-checker and soon became a leading fashion designer, yes it went against everything she believed in, but she very much enjoyed the job, somewhere inside of her, she was a tad girly.
She thought of Patton Drivalsky, a young business owner like she was, except he was a cocky business owner, who had taken over his father's small business and made it into one of the largest war and weaponry suppliers in the world. She scoffed at the thought and sank into her bed, clicking a button, calling room service, maybe she could squeeze in a shiatsu before the party that night.
"Well you can tell them they'll have to wait, I'm out for the next two weeks Thomas, how many times do I have to inform you? Is it not clear that I have not shown up for work the past three days? Are you that ill informed? The shipment will have to wait, now I'm hanging up, and don't call me for another week, at least, or you're fired." Patton Drivalsky clicked the off button his blackberry, he smoothed his Armani suit, pulling his sunglasses under the bridge of his nose, looking for his limo.
He lived in LA permanently now, and he had grown to love the place. Patton lived in a very humble, Beverly Hills mansion, wait, scratch humble; it was too big to even be thought of as humble, which made Patton smirk. He had been on a business trip in Germany for the past few months, clarifying deals, but he had cut his six month trip short and came racing back home to see Wallabee's wedding in action.
Patton's startling baby blue eyes scanned the crowds milling around the airport, this is why he chose to fly by private jet, he'd have to get back at his pilot for calling such a late vacation. Patton was a tall man, with lightly tanned skin and was quite muscular, he had originally set his eyes on being an army man, but all those plans had disappeared when his father had forced his business upon Patton. Now that he thought about it Patton liked business much better than the tactics of war.
He spotted his limo and walked towards it, his driver opened the door for him. Patton slid in with ease, pulling his thin laptop from his briefcase, checking his emails. He was pretty sure that this would be his last chance to relax, and boy was he right.
It wasn't everyday that Nigel Uno got to attend a social gathering prior to one of his closest friend's weddings, yet he wasn't surprised he still had work, piled high. Nigel was, after all, a lawyer, and his job seemed endless, yet he had a knack for justice.
Nigel raked a hand through his new, thick head of brown hair, scanning the papers in his hand, just as his phone beeped; it was a text message from his wife, Rachel, reminding him of the upcoming events that night. Nigel was used to the idea of his wife being home at odd hours, she too was a lawyer, but she worked for business cases while Nigel worked for criminal justice. Both were the two highest ranking lawyers in the LA district, where they now lived.
Nigel typed a quick reply and headed to take a relaxing shower before the coming festivities, he was anxious, he had to admit, to see his friends. He saw them on TV, read about them in newspapers and his wife's business pamphlets and magazines.
Hoagie, Kuki, Patton and Fanny appeared very often in Rachel's business brochures and were on TV doing interviews often. Fanny's clothes also appeared in every mall and Rachel flaunted her designs, since the two were still close friends.
Kuki's obsession with Rainbow Monkeys had led to her buying out the business, the wretched things were all over the place, but Nigel had a soft spot for them, they always reminded him of Kuki. Abigail Lincoln, Hoagie's wife appeared on TV all the time, she was a journalist for one of the biggest news channels and it was hard to miss her and her hard-hitting news. Wallabee Beatles on the other hand was almost always splashed across newspapers for donating money or saving someone's life, he owned various chains and businesses, had opened a couple clinics, did surgery for famous actors and politicians, was a part of Doctors Without Borders, and was even interviewed on TV on a regular basis. Yes, Nigel's friends were more than lucky, they were successful, career wise that was. Nigel still thought that when it came to love, a little more than a few of his friends needed all the help they could get.
Rachel McKenzie was looking over a few faxes she was getting at her office, scribbling down some notes for her next case. Her head was aching, but she had to get through her stack of work now before the parties, wedding practices, and the wedding itself took place. Her assistants and workers were shuffling all over the office helping her finish on time. She was a good boss and a fair one, every one of her workers and employers would agree to that.
Rachel nodded her blonde head at someone who handed a paper to her and quickly signed something off that someone else was handing to her. Rachel looked up with her amber eyes at a package that was being delivered and sighed, her day was too hectic, but she knew it would only get worse.
Abigail Lincoln stared at the screen of her Blackberry, scrolling through a list of new news stories and emails, as a lady scrubbed at Abby's feet and another woman painted her fingernails. Abby checked the time on her phone and looked to the lady taking care of her feet.
"Can you go a little faster? I'm on a time crunch," the lady nodded, not making eye contact with the all too powerful Abigail Lincoln, one of the most famous journalists. Abby shook her leg waiting for her nails to be finished; she still needed to get her hair done.
She hated the thought that she had to get all prettied up, all the time. She was never one to get dressed up, but her job required it and she was head over heels for her job. Abby grabbed a magazine flipping through the pages, and saw a picture of her husband holding a plane, and she chuckled at the business magazine in her hand. Abby then flipped the page to see a picture of an all too intimidating Patton standing in front of a huge military tank shaking hands with the president himself.
Abby leaned over again and pulled another magazine down, a very girly teenage magazine. Abby loved going through those, they were too laughable, with the lame horoscopes and cheesy advice. When she opened a page of TeenVogue she saw an ad for Fulbright, a new, yet leading fashion brand.
Abby smiled, it was Fanny's line, Abby liked that line very much, it wasn't too girly yet it was fashionable and Abby owned tons of it. Abby flipped through a few pages, smiling at the boy advice columns until she came to a new ad for Rainbow Monkeys, with a young lady holding a purple one, hugging it, and smiling, her amethyst eyes crinkling with pure delight. Abigail's heart softened, it was Kuki Sanban, modeling for her own company, the biggest fan of Rainbow Monkey's had now bought out the whole company and taken over. Next to Kuki's picture was a picture of a little girl holding a red Rainbow Monkey and on the other side of Kuki was an old lady holding a Rainbow Monkey, the caption read, "You're just never too old for Rainbow Monkeys." Abby smiled at the cleverness, must have been Kuki's idea she thought, just as her nails were finished.
Its my first story! Hope you like it !(: