In the end

Chapter 1

Emily frowned at her desk and again lost concentration. She was supposed to be working on editing her article that she had finished earlier, but felt an ever expressive migraine coming in.

Frowning again, she looked down to her fingers, glancing at first her diamond and sapphire engagement ring, next to the gold band that showed that she was wed. Usually, it made her happy to see them, but today, now, all she felt was eerie calm and indifference.

She knew she should go home, knowing fully well she would get nothing more done today, but felt she still had to try and at least look like she could. Her boss, also her mother in law, was flexible like that, especially with her, but she could feel the glares from the other workers.

She may have had a few personal references to get this job last month but her grades, her rank and grade point average spoke for itself on her resume. She had got this job with her hard work, more work than these other individuals had done probably, but still she got no respect.

Laura told her it would take some time to show her abilities and gain it, but still the glares and the ever walking around her was just getting annoying and obnoxious. Usually she didn't let it bother her, but lately she was extra irritable. She blamed it on the sickness she had recently got over.

"Emily, have you finished writing your article yet?" Laura walked into her small space freely.

"Yeah, I have, I'm just trying to edit it." Emily responded, not exactly lying.

"That's why we have the editor." Laura reminded her, but Emily always felt she was obliged to finish it on her own, or at least as much as she can. Besides hating red marks which showed imperfection, but she also knew the editor hated her guts and would purposely put some of the bright marks just to annoy her and keep her.

"I know, but they are busy as it is." Emily said using that excuse again but Emily had a hard time caring that it was already old. It's not something Laura would understand.

"Emily, why don't you go home? It's obvious you are having trouble concentrating, besides just getting off sickness. You've been working so hard, especially since…" Laura stopped, pausing not sure what to say.

"Your son left town without telling me?" Emily replied, hard not to keep the bitterness out of her voice.

"Well, actually he did tell you." Laura insisted.

"Yeah, over a short message on the home phone telling that he would be gone for a couple days to set up 'some technical lines' in Texas. That's not the kind of information you tell ones wife over a stupid message. He obviously had time to come by and grab a few changes of clothes, but not to talk to me face to face." Emily equally insisted.

Laura opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out to speak for her son. It was impersonal and insensitive to tell Emily, his wife like that. She closed it however and found her silence forgotten as Emily's phone rang.

She turned and left Emily to let her have some privacy, as much as possible anyway in this working space. It was cramped, at least twenty employees forced to work into crushed cubicles on one floor, always crowding the only two printers. Money, as everywhere, was tight though.

"Emily speaking," Emily said neutrally, half hoping that was her husband, but hoping otherwise because she had lots to say to him and none of it was sensitive to the working atmosphere.

She listened as the lady spoke, hoping to find that her virus had passed. She had gotten to the doctor the other day, wanting to see it gone and done, doing some blood work at the end. Results were supposed to be given days later, and here was that conversation she now regretted.

After taking down some information, Emily put the receiver back. Lovely, just lovely Emily thought. That was one thing she did not want to hear, yet at least. Talk about your bad timing.

Patience, emotional control, and indifference gone, the phone rang again. "Who are you and what do you want?" She demanded in the receiver, skipping the politeness.

"Bad timing?" the familiar voice on the other end asked her. That was the understatement of the century she found.

"You know you have real guts to dare call you son of a motherless goat." Emily told her husband.

"Nice insult, where did you get it?" Lucky asked in his hotel room across the country. He was however expecting this anger but still wasn't prepared for it.

"As usual, when Spencer's are in trouble they make jokes." Emily looked around his game. He had done it before and before and had never got away with it, but he kept on trying anyway.

"I'm sorry alright? It just came up and Jax couldn't take no for an answer, besides he needed someone he trusted." Lucky insisted desperately. He hated it when Emily was mad at him, but always did something to make her that way.

"Yeah, and I'm sure he couldn't hold a flight for thirty minutes so this trusted employee could come tell his wife that he was going away for a couple days." Emily guessed.

Lucky fought the excuse that he couldn't get a hold of her, but Emily and his mother for that matter could see through that. "It was a stupid mistake." Lucky admitted regrettably. Sometimes you just had to go straight for the blame.

"Yes, it was a stupid mistake, and you were stupid for doing it and you also know what else is stupid? Phones, their messages, the caller ID and the jerks that call on them," Emily said, knowing this was as nice she was going to get.

"So why are you on one then?" Lucky asked confused.

"Good question," Emily agreed as she slammed the phone down and hung up on him.

A/n: Okay, its short and the title are pending, but it's a start of the fourth and final series of the new face series. Hope I gave you enough of an impression of the story to get you interested. Reviews and feedback always welcome but not expected.