A/N: Ok so this chapter is longer than my first one. I like this one more too, it has a bit of a comical side to it. So far it has been completely Brooke Centric but once she gets to Tree Hill it will be more of a Brucas story. BTW I wanted Haley and Nathan to have another kid so she is two and her name is Natalie. Hope you like it and any thoughts or criticism is much wanted so R&R!
Chapter 2
Surprises At My Door
Brooke peered at her reflection in the mirror, she flipped her straightened light brown hair over her shoulder and made sure her outfit was perfectly together. She slashed her lipstick carefully across her lips and slipped on the black Gucci stilettos. She glanced one more time and felt guilt creep up on her, quickly Brooke pushed it down just like she did with most feelings and went down to the car waiting for her.
Chaos always seemed to be waiting for her the minute she walked into the office, employees scrambling to meet deadlines and wanting nothing more than to get her approval. She glanced at the newest adjustment of the magazine and walked over to it, she loved the sound her heels made on the clean, clear floor it sounded like authority which was exactly what she was.
"What do we have here?" she asked quietly and waited for a response. One of the three nervous people looked up and finally answered her.
"We adjusted the color of the magazine and had to cut down some of the length." she answered anxiously fidgeting with her wedding band. Brooke cocked her head and took in the crisp modern look of the magazine before making her comment
"If that model doesn't gain 10 lbs in the next week find me a new one, we don't support anorexia as a fashion statements, that's disgusting." she said firmly and walked into her office.
She sat down and found the crumpled note that she had thrown away, she turned it over and found Millicent's handwriting across the back, I thought you should reconsider. She sighed and picked up the phone, biting her bottom lip she dialed the number and cursed Millicent for once again being right.
"Hello?" a clear voice answered on the other end, Brooke chewed her lip and tasted her lipstick before responding.
"Hi, this is Brooke Davis I believe you've called my office? What can I help you with?" she answered briskly.
"Brooke? Oh thank god! Finally I've gotten through, don't you remember me? It's Karen Roe." she answered excitedly. Brooke felt the familiar longing of being home in the pit of her stomach and pushed it aside.
"Karen hi, how can I help you?" she replied slowly. "Brooke, did you get the letter I sent you?" she asked quietly. Brooke thought back quickly trying to remember any mail she got from Tree Hill.
"Listen, I usually don't go through my own mail so Millicent might have thought it to be junk or something and thrown it out." she said hurriedly. She could practically see Karen nod through the phone.
"I really don't know how to say this other than to just come out and say it. Nathan and Haley are dead." she said softly. Brooke drew in her breath and felt dizzy. "When?" she heard herself ask.
"About four months ago." the answer made her stumble into her chair, she felt her eyes blur with tears and a pain in her chest that made it hard to breath.
"Why didn't anyone call me?" she asked softly and waited for Karen's response.
"Lucas called right after they died, but you were in London for a show. I guess you never heard about their death." she said simply
"Oh my god. How? What about the kids? Are they okay?" her voice sounded faint and unlike herself.
"A car crash. Neither James or Natalie were there. Other than the fact that they miss there parents their okay." her voice cracked slightly as she spoke.
"Thank you Karen, for telling me. Make sure to tell everyone their in my thoughts, okay?" Brooke finally said and started to hang up when Karen stopped her.
"Wait! Brooke there's something else you should know. In the will Nathan and Haley named you as one of the guardians and since Lucas is in France right now, you have to take care of them." Brooke felt her entire perfectly sculpted and tightly bound world come crashing down.
She felt heat rise up into her neck and cheeks and crashed the phone into it's cradle. Brooke buried her head into her arms and tried to control all the emotions that were piercing through her veins. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Screw it, that yoga quack made her almost pass out the first time she did the "breathing routine". Slowly she calmed herself down and dialed the number she practically knew by heart, her lawyers.
"What do you mean I have to go down there! Do you realize I am running a huge company? Do the words B. Davis Inc. mean nothing to you! I cannot go back to that town and take care of two runny nosed kids! I just can't do it. I really don't care what the "will" says, I'm not doing it absolutely not!" Brooke said into the phone, she was hyperventilating again and even the 2nd espresso Millicent and brought her was not helping her.
She angrily hung up the phone and called Millicent in. "I need two tickets to Tree Hill for tomorrow morning, reserve the finest hotel and make sure no paparazzi get hold of this. Got it?" she said through gritted teeth and brought the cool ice pack to her flushed cheeks.
Bastards she mumbled to herself and walked out the door for a smoke, today seemed like an okay day to smoke. Her pounding headache only escalated when she realized in the next 24 hours her life as the newest big designer would mean nothing when she had to deal with two kids she knew absolutely nothing about. She stood outside letting the cold wind nip at her skin before walking into the building of total chaos.