Alright, it's been some time, but without further ado, here is the reformed Chapter 2.
P.S. Sorry it's short. I promise the next one will be longer.
Chapter 2: Strictly No Sarcasm after the AM
Emerald felt her mouth hurl open, gagging inwardly as Jamie began to drown her with her incessant odes to her 'soon-to-be' boyfriend, Johnny Storm. Since the carnival affair, the love-struck girl had demanded to go on a date with the supernova dude and they had been dating for a month now. At first, Emerald was slightly irked with the twisted idea, but now she could care less about it and was beginning to feel slightly annoyed by her friend's Harlequin romance novel descriptions of their dates.
"That's all really nice, Jamie, but I seem to recall that I have this thing called a life," Emerald stated in a deadpan tone, holding the phone close to her ear as she searched for a file under her papers.
"Oh, hardy, har, har. You're so funny," Jamie seethed through the other end of the line. She sighed, "BUT, I do admit that I may be a bit overwhelmingly-"
"-annoying?"
"I was going to say demanding, but I guess that works too… Anyways, I'm going to get to the point-"
"Oh, there's a point to this conversation?" Emerald quipped dryly.
"Okay, missy, interrupt me one more time and I'll yank a vine out of your head!" pause "AS I WAS SAYING, the reason I'm calling you is because…well, I sort of… umm…. Need a favor."
"Shoot," Emerald replied, allowing her friend to indulge her with her thoughts.
"Well… I've been dating Johnny for a while, and… I kind of have a hunch that he might be dating your boss, which is extremely gross and unfair. I mean, first of all, she's like over thirty…like, thirty-one or something," Jamie whined, attempting to get her point across.
Emmy chuckled to herself, rolling her eyes, "And what do you want me to do? Force my boss to stop dating him? Oh, I'm sure that'll go well."
"What did I tell you? No sarcasm after the AM!" Jamie whispered harshly.
"Okay, why are you whispering?"
"My boss just passed by…frigid bitch."
Emerald shook her head, a smirk forming around her lips. She was about to continue the conversation, when her boss knocked on the door while letting herself in. 'What's the point in knocking if you're just going to come in anyway?' she thought to herself cynically.
Realizing that she was still on the phone with a whining Jamie, Emerald quickly straightened up and proceeded to talk in a professional voice into the phone, "Bye now, Mr. Roberts."
Jamie shrieked with disbelief, "Oh no, Emmy, you are so not cutting me o-"
"Yes, Ms. Williams?" Emerald smiled, looking slightly uncomfortable with the older woman's presence. After all, Jamie had just been bad mouthing Em's boss a few moments ago.
"Ms. Williams? Since when did you start calling me Ms. Williams?" Victoria inquired in mock astonishment.
Emerald chortled, "Okay, fine. Yes, Victoria?"
"Much better," Victoria grinned, flashing her pearly whites. "Anyways, I've been meaning to talk to you about the upcoming interview with New York's favorite Fantastic Four."
"Oh yes," Emerald nodded her head, forgetting to add enthusiasm into her tone. She giggled nervously, correcting herself, "What I meant to say was: OH YES!"
Displaying a small smirk, Victoria took the liberty of seating herself atop the edge of Emerald's desk. "Your lack of enthusiasm amazes me and has further proved why I think you should co-host the interview with Marilyn."
"What?" Emerald choked onto her coffee, coughing for a moment. "I mean, why not get Cheryl…or Olivia to do the interview? They're more than qualified. I've only worked here for a month… and I'm hardly part of the mag exec. I'm like…the assistant. Huge interviews like this go to you veterans."
"True, but you have a great personality that will go greatly with the four," Victoria replied in a sugary voice that only meant one thing… There was a larger reason as to why she was asking the favor. "Also, you used to work for Von Doom Corporations, and while that was a downfall, it can be something you have in common with the rest of them…"
"Okay…but I'm still not getting the real reason why you want me to do this…"
"Look, Cheryl would have an orgasm while on set of the interview and Olivia would attempt to sex Johnny in a second," Victoria informed her, whilst looking at her perfectly polished nails. Emerald stared at her short, plain finger nails, and immediately hid her hands. "Of course, I would take the interview in a second, but seeing as I'm linked to the guy, it would be unprofessional and not to mention forbidden to both interview and shag my source…even if he is still considering some cheap hussy. You didn't hear that one from me though."
Emerald widened her eyes in amazement, "Hey, that hussy's actually nice!"
"Huh?"
"So I've heard," Emerald recoiled, suddenly not wanting to associate herself with Jamie. Hello! She actually wanted to keep her job here. "Anyway, I guess I could help out…"
"Good, and don't worry, I may pop in to check up on you," Victoria stated, standing up as she approached the door. "Oh, and Emerald?"
"Yeah?"
"You might want to check out some botox treatments. It prevents the sweat glands from perspiring," she replied quickly, and then exited the room.
Emerald felt her cheeks burn as she stared down at her blouse, which had obvious spots of 'sweat', only she knew it wasn't sweat. It was water. "Oh god…" This was beyond mortifying. Her boss thought she was some sweaty freak, and she was probably spreading the gossip at that very moment.
Emerald sighed, blotting herself with her handkerchief, '… and this is reason 36 for why I want these 'powers' gone…"
This was a semi-informative, mostly-a-filler chappie! Don't worry, I promise the next will be better! MUCH LUB,
soHAPPY
