It had been just another day in the office, nothing special. Lisa Reisert lounged lazily on her soft suede sofa. A glass of Dom Perignon sat safely on her side table, just within arms reach. Instead of the usual early evening documentary playing on her television, she sat reading one of her new books, the type that clashed painfully with the old Lisa Reisert everyone had come to know and love. The smouldering sound of 'Black velvet' melted through her CD speakers, making her 'me-time' all the more luxurious. That was how she was now, how she had been for well over a month now. She figured that it was best to adopt such a state of mind, in preparation for her annual meeting with her uncle; the very same that had bought her the wine. He seemed to enjoy spoiling her, looking out for her, his little girl. Call her a spoilt brat, but she had sort of become accustomed to this way of life, ever since she was small.
It was how it always would be, how it had been since before she could remember; if friends and lovers opted for a stone gravestone when she died, uncle Bob would give her one of marble, polished an gleaming like she was the only thing that mattered in the whole universe.
It was stupid really; uncle Bob had everything that he could wish for and more; social status, vast wealth, a place at every over-booked restaurant at the drop of a hat. Yet, here he was, treating her like a princess, no, a queen. His queen, and no one would dare tell him otherwise.
A/N: Hey folks, I'm back! Yes, a years break and I'm all nice and rested. I've been meaning to do something like this for a long time, but I couldn't really be bothered. So, tradition; I'm back on a three-week vacation in a few weeks, and hopefully, I'll have a load more material to work with. So stay put, and I'll do my best to actually finish this this time. Tell me what you think, any ideas for improvements yadda yadda. Right, I'm off for a coffee and a few more pages of my Alice Cooper book.