Thanks so much for the reviews! I only got only six so far but it made me so happy I ran two miles! I am not even joking! I go on the treadmill and ran when I am happy! When I am really angry I dive under my bed and shove my Halloween candy in my mouth. It is not a very good way of coping with my feelings but that is what I do!
Yes, it is my first Fanfic. I am coming out with another this week. Ya, I know two in one week!
"Thank you mam, I'll e-mail you a picture of the Picasso piece before you come in and see it tomorrow. I hope you will love it as much as I do and will consider purchasing it." I hung up the phone. I did not understand abstract art... who would want it anyway? I could make this this painting and sell it saying it's from Picasso and Natalie says my paintings make her want to regurgitate (that's a scientific word for puke)! I convinced myself not to actually sell fake paintings, the less Isabel the better. However, charming old lady's into buying paintings nobody else wants is my specialty. Now I have to find time for my online education course, polo practice, meeting with another client, and so much more
I was all alone in my big extravagant office... well, Vikram's office which I had been calling my own since he went into hiding. Before I could let my thoughts wonder to far, I snapped a picture of the lady's ugly painting on Photo Booth and logged in to my work email. 107 unread messages! I made a mental note to hire approximately three more secretaries. I was about to press "compose message" when a name caught my eye.
Not just any name, Amy Cahill's name!
I clicked on the note mind racing, why on earth would she e-mail me? The note simply read:
"Dan and I saw an article about you guys on Yahoo News. Sounds like you guys are busy. We know this note is random but we just wanted to check in to see how you guys were doing in Britain. Fiske told us how you were granted official Madrigal status. That is great! Hope you are fine!
-Amy"
My heart skipped a beat. They had actually wondered how Natalie and I were. Now I had to reply somehow. I didn't want to sound snotty like Isabel had trained me to be, I wanted to sound normal. I realized something; over email I did not have the British accent or the fancy clothes... just my words and thoughts. I could even think in a Scottish accent and nobody would know! What if Amy had written her note in an Italian accent! I wondered if she had a good Italian accent... honestly, I have to control my crazy thoughts like a true Kabra.
Well, the message was meant for Natalie too. Lately, she has been doing tons of shopping, schoolwork, and anything that would distract her mind from our parents. The poor girl was only twelve. I crossed my right foot on to my left and flipped open the sole of my shoe. A variety of buttons were underneath. I pressed the one with the N on it. Natalie's shoes were like this too and would vibrate when I wanted to see her. We used them for communicating. A couple minutes later she strutted into the room eyes shining. She looked happier then I have seen her for a long time. I braced myself.
"I am sooooo glad you buzzed me (that was what we called the shoe communication method)! I was just about to come in myself!" she exclaimed. "I just thought of a wonderful idea!" She plopped a pink sparkly notebook on my desk. "Open it to the seventh page," she said confidently.
I flipped to the page. There was a (pink) blueprint of a elegant high heel shoe. I studied the dimensions. "Natalie, this is genies idea!" I said. "Woman in busy cities could walk to business meetings in these, then adjust them when they reach their destination!"
I was thrilled to see her so happy for once. "The adjustable high heel," she said said to make it official. "I just thought of the idea and I just KNOW people will buy this! I would! It eliminates the hassle of having to change shoes seventeen times a day!"
"Ya! Everyone has that problem!" I joked. She did not seem to realize that I was being sarcastic. "You should get a patent, talk to famous designers, and make a prototype! That idea can really go somewhere," I said with enthusiasm. She beamed, scooping up her notebook and taking her bedazzled phone out of her skirt pocket. "I buzzed you in so you could see this email," I said before she could call one of her agents. "I need your help. I do not know how to reply." I turned the computer screen around so she could see the email.
Natalie looked thoughtful. "Well, I guess we need to get on the peasants friendly side. Well… I guess we can't call them peasants anymore when they are millionaires." She seemed sad at this thought, she really loves calling people names. "But either way, we have to get along well since we are sharing the clues and especially since we are in league with the Madrigals. I guess being in contact with them will make it less awkward when we have to see them again. Just try to be casual, give them your real e-mail."
"Thanks Nat! See you at dinner," I said as she left. There was pink glitter from her notebook left on my desk. I have always hated glitter, it gives me headaches. What kind of guy likes sparkles anyways besides figure skaters (they are a whole different category)? I brushed the pink glitter from her notebook off my desk and pressed the reply button. After thinking awhile, this is what I wrote:
"Hello, Ian here. We are doing fine. Natalie has just decided to invent an adjustable high heel shoe. We are still brainstorming a catchy name for the line. Any suggestions? Yes, we have been pretty busy lately. Right now I am selling an abstract Picasso painting. If you ever need any art just call! This is my work email; feel free to reply at my personal email, poloboy11 at kabraco. How have you guys been doing?"
How was that for casual? I sounded normal... as if the clue hunt had never happened. The one paragraph had a half hour of thought behind it, but they would never know that. Sighing I sent the email. As soon as I sent it I wondered if I should have included Natalie's address too. And as for my personal email... the name sounded so kiddish and lame. Maybe I sounded too friendly out of the bat... But I had already sent it.
-By the way, I have nothing against guy figure skaters. I actually know one who does it with his twin sister and almost went to the last Olympics. He is very manly.
-Do you have any suggestions for the name of Natalie's shoe line? Leave them in the comments. Wait till you see what Dan thinks it should be called.
-It Is true, Ian and Natalie were both granted with Madrigal status. This is revealed in Mission 10 on the website.
-If you read Amy's note in a heavy Italian accent it is soooo funny! I triple dog dare you to scroll up and do it!
-REVIEW like there is no tomorrow!
Where Adventures Begin...
Alex Almighty
