So I didn't get to finish writing the draft of the remaining chapters. In fact, I didn't get to do any writing at all. :S Either way, I still have an update! Enjoy!
Chapter 20
"…There has been a 10 percent increase from last month's sales. I guess women loved the new look of Lush." Caitlyn ended her presentation.
Mitchie clapped. She was a little too excited than the situation called for.
Connie Torres, however, just sat there at the other end of the table, eyeing Mitchie.
"Questions?" Caitlyn asked, addressing Connie. "Say something, woman!" she thought to herself.
"No. Thank you, Caitlyn." Connie stood up slowly. "I'm so glad everything went well."
"We are too, Ma'am."
"I guess I can leave everything in your hands now." Connie said looking at Mitchie and then at Caitlyn who both nodded. "I'll be back next month, then."
"All right." Mitchie said, about to skip out the conference room.
"Michelle."
Mitchie stopped dead in her tracks and looked at her mother.
"Can I have a word with you? In private."
Mitchie looked at Caitlyn and gently cocked her head towards the door. Caitlyn stopped at the door for a while. Mitchie smiled and nodded at her, telling her she would be fine.
"So." Connie started as soon as the door clicked close. "Apparently Shane has been in other publications too."
Mitchie's eyebrows furrowed.
"Other magazines. Tabloids."
"Oh..."
"With you."
"Oh…"
"Is there something I should know?"
Mitchie licked her lips trying to string words together.
"Is there something going on between you and Shane." Connie asked although she already felt she knew the answer.
"What if I said yes?" Mitchie blurted out a little too bitter than she intended.
Connie just stood there, agape.
"I love him, mother."
"You love him? Do you know what you're saying? Do you know what you're getting yourself into?"
"As a matter of fact, I do." Mitchie replied, crossing her arms.
Connie rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Michelle, I did not ask you to date him."
"You didn't have to!" Mitchie exclaimed. "You don't have to. You can't tell me what to do, especially who I date and don't date."
Connie huffed as Mitchie walked out.
"I can't believe her!" Mitchie thought to herself as she closed the door behind her.
"Mitchie, someone left these for you!" Ella was smiling widely carrying white and yellow roses.
Mitchie smiled, her anger floating away as quickly as it came. She looked for a card but didn't find one. She shrugged. She didn't need a card. She knew they were from Shane.
"Surprise!"
"Mitchie! What are you doing here?" Shane asked obviously very surprised and looking a little worried.
"I just wanted to see you." After what went on with her mother, Mitchie needed to get away.
Shane let her in. "Well your timing can not be more perfect. Karl and Kendra are here." he whispered.
Mitchie's face lit up. "They are?"
"Yeah. Mrs. Morton had one of her emergencies again." Shane shrugged and rolled his eyes.
"MITCHIE!" Karl shrieked as he jumped up to Mitchie.
"Wow! You're getting heavier buddy!" Mitchie said, as she propped him on her hip.
Karl grinned.
Mitchie stared at Karl's face, a look of confusion on her face.
"Wha...What happened to you Karl?" she said, also looking at his arms and legs. Bright red spots covered his skin.
"It's Tickenpox!"
"Oh! You poor little thing! How are you feeling, sweetie?"
"I'm okay! I'm a big boy!" He obviously was still in love with Mitchie.
"Yeah right." Shane mumbled.
Mitchie glared at him.
"Uhm…Karl, maybe you want to get down now. I think Mitchie's getting tired now. Like you said, you're a big boy now..." Shane said, prying him off Mitchie. "Go back to Spongebob now."
Karl ran back to Shane's bedroom, leaving the couple to themselves.
Mitchie held her arms out. "Missed me?"
"Hell yeah!" Shane said wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her off the floor. Mitchie giggled.
"Why aren't you at work?"
"I left early?" Mitchie shrugged. She did not want to talk about the reasons why she left. "I just missed you."
"Fair enough."
"By the way, thanks for the flowers! You cheesy little you!"
"Flowers?"
"Yeah. The roses, silly." Mitchie grinned.
"I didn't send you roses."
"The yellow and white ones?"
Shane just looked at her befuddled.
"Aww, come on! I loved them. I didn't think they were cheesy okay!"
"Mitchie, I seriously want to say that I'm the culprit but I'm really not. Besides, Mrs. Dale will kill me if I sent you roses."
"Really? Why?"
"Something about cliché? I don't really know."
"Then who were they from?" Mitchie tried to think of more people who would send her flowers but no one else came to mind.
"I guess I've got some competition now. I knew I should have not let you wear that dress at the launch!" Shane joked.
"Shut up!" Mitchie's was still wondering who they were from.
"Mitchie, Kendra's got my hair and won't let go!"
Shane rolled his eyes.
"Here we go again!"
So? :)
Wish me luck on the draft! Thanks for reading!