Chapter 7: I'm all Mixed up, Confused
His thoughts had been taken over by one thing and one thing only. Rory Gilmore. His Mary, the one girl that had resisted his charms. The name stuck. He could never explain his fascination with her. Over the years she had grown to be no more than a distant memory. However, seeing her there, at his work, triggered something inside of him. What had she been doing there? Had she seen him? He didn't think so; she seemed too immersed in her telephone conversation to have noticed.
"Mr. Dugrey…Mr. Dugrey!" Hearing his name Tristan was torn from his thoughts.
"Yes?" he responded upon realizing who had been repeating his name.
"Mr Dugrey, I understand that it is a Friday but if you are unable to concentrate I will be forced to find a new intern."
"Oh, there will be no need for that. Now what was it you were saying sir?" he answered attempting to focus more on the task at hand rather than the possibility of him being terminated.
Mr. Able let out a small sigh. "Very well," he continued. "It seems that Mr. Grant has hired himself a new secretary," he said, raising an eyebrow at Tristan.
"You know how he is, never satisfied with what he's got. The man gets bored too easily. Eventually there'll be no one left to take the position. I hear she's a pretty one too, young, 'hot librarian type' is what's going around the office."
"Anyways, it will be your job to train her. Also Tristan, I know it might be hard for you, but try not to flirt. Mr. Grant won't stand for anyone zoning in on his 'property' understand?"
"Yes Mr. Able. I'll try my hardest," He said with a smirk.
"Good then, you can go ask Trina for Ms. Gilmore's file, read it over just to prepare yourself. She will start Monday."
"I'm sorry, did you say Ms. Gilmore? As in Rory Gilmore?"
"Why yes, I think that is her name. Is there a problem?"
"Of course not, no problem at all."
Rory sat on her bed staring into her closet. After having calmed herself down and stopped her tears she decided that picking out her outfit for her first day at work would be a good change of pace. She got as far as opening her closet before losing her momentum and collapsing onto her bed. What was wrong with her? Why was everything in her life going so wrong? What had she done to deserve this?
She turned herself over so that her face was pressed deep down into her pillow and screamed her loudest.
Tristans P.O.V
Rory Gilmore, Mr. Grants newest secretary. Well that will be interesting; I doubt he knows what he's gotten himself into. There's no way that my Mary would take any of his crap. I give her half a day before she slaps him. It'll be quite a show.
Later that day in the Gilmore house
Emily was pacing back and forth in the sitting room, the cordless phone in hand. She had been doing this for the past 20 minutes, debating whether or not to call her daughter. She wanted things with Lorelai to go back to normal. Well as normal as they had been. Emily and Richard were unable to agree on their current situation. He felt that they had done nothing wrong, where as Emily felt the opposite.
She took a deep breath and dialled her only daughter's number. She closed her eyes as the ringing began. She had never been one to make the first move, to admit that she was wrong. This was a very difficult thing for her to do, and a very large step for her to take.
"Hello," came the voice from the other end.
Emily opened her mouth to respond, yet no sound would come out.
"Helloooo?" came the voice once more.
"…uh," Emily began but found herself greeted with the dial tone. Accepting her defeat and deciding against trying again she collapsed onto the sofa.
