15 minutes and two achy feet later, Nami trudged into her quaint, neat apartment. Sliding her coat off her shoulders, she grimaced at what she knew she had to do.
She'd contacted her boss back on the way home, trying to explain away that night's incident as a simple misunderstanding with a disgruntled patron. Naturally, given how near to 3am he'd been contacted with the demand of her discontinued employment, and the amount of importance Ootori had as a patron, her boss was grumpy and of no mind to take her word for it.
The conversation had ended with her assurance that she'd clear things up with her boss in the morning, and her boss's assurance that if she didn't, she wouldn't need to bother coming to work the next evening...or ever.
Now all she could do was scowl, for her only way out of this mess was something she hated to do, and only did when there was no other conceivable option…call her grandma.
She knew she should just get it over with tonight, since her grandma wouldn't check her messages until morning, and would get up early enough to have re-secured the job before Nami's alarm clock even went off.
After dressing for bed, Nami leaned against the wall, and hit the speed dial on her cell. When the tone to leave a messaged beeped, she took a breath and began, "Hey, grandma. I'm sorry I haven't called for a while. And I still plan to visit in two weeks. Before you ask, don't worry about the late hour I'm calling, I'm not in any imminent trouble that's cause for panic…" she sighed, rubbing a temple with one hand, "however…my job is in trouble. There was a misunderstanding with a patron tonight, an important patron. And I need…I need you to run interference for me." Another sigh, "I know it's only been a few months since the last time something like this happened, but I got this job all by myself this time, and I really want to keep it." A pause, "I hate to ask for something like this, but I promise I'll explain more later. I love you."
She set her phone on the nightstand and sank onto the bed. After making it a few months without some kind of incident, it was disappointing to have to make that kind of call.
Oh well, she thought. It was bound to happen again eventually. After all, it was much harder to put up with rich people on this side of the class line.
She pulled back the covers and crawled beneath them. With another sigh, this time out of content, she pulled her smooth and cushy blankets up to her chin. She'd made do with average items for the rest of her apartment, but one thing she couldn't let go of, her one remaining vice…expensive bedding.