This is not the future shot I've been working on. Driving out to have lunch with Cousin Beta and my Sister-in-Law, this popped into my head. It's a long drive, but a short future shot
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Mini-Future Shot 3: Sushi
Jessica wasn't sure why she was taking Chelsea under her wing. Maybe it was because the girl reminded her of herself a few years earlier. This little sushi restaurant was a favorite of NJMC employees. It was a little classier than the diner or the bar where they'd eaten before. Jess though the subdued atmosphere might rub off on the new girl. She'd been a little too brash, her outfits a bit too revealing; she'd only been there a week, but every day she wore less. Tomorrow was Friday, Jess was afraid she'd show up in a bikini. Jessica didn't know where she'd worked before, but being the office slut would not get you anywhere at NJMC.
Chelsea sat facing the door, a move Jessica remembered well; easier to check out any hot guys coming into the restaurant.
"Don't look now Jess, but my next ride just walked in the door."
Jessica started to turn her head but Chelsea hissed, "Don't look. I'll tell you about him. Weird red brown hair, long enough to grab onto when I'm screaming in his bed, sharp jaw, juicy lips, wide shoulders. Um hmm, this one's gonna be fun."
Jessica watched as Chelsea unbuttoned her shirt; it already showed plenty of cleavage before, now an inch of her bra was on display. The hair shake, leaning forward with an arm tight under her boobs, the better to lift the goods…all tricks Jessica used to use on a regular basis, until she figured out she was reeling in the wrong kind of fish. She had plenty of male company, but not the kind of man who'd ever want to take her home. She got the kind of man who wanted to take her, in the rest room stall, against a car, at a motel, in the parking lot of a club. For a while she thought that was all there was…to make each other feel good for a few minutes, if you were lucky a few hours. She'd learned differently working at NJMC, that there were men who treated their women as partners, friends and then lovers. She didn't want a quick grope and a hard anonymous ride anymore; she wanted the kind of relationships she'd seen around her.
"Chelsea, button your shirt. You look like you're ready to give it away."
"Uh, don't be a prude. You'd give to this guy too." She got out her cell phone. "Smile like I'm taking your picture. Hi Jess!"
Flipping the screen back, Chelsea enlarged the image. "Um hm, this guy is totally worth it." She showed the screen to Jessica. "Fuck worthy, right?"
"Oh my God, that's Edward Cullen. Not only is he married, but he's our boss's boss! Don't go there."
"Oh please!" Chelsea licked her lips, and spoke in a low voice, "I've done married, I've done bosses, I've done married bosses. No one has ever turned me down."
Jessica shook her head as the waitress came for their order. "I'll have the eel avocado roll and the yellowtail cucumber."
Chelsea sat as if in a trance, staring towards Edward, tracing her lower lip with her pointer finger, "I see what I want. But I guess I should order some food." She glanced down at the menu, "Uh, I guess like a California roll."
"So, Chelsea, where did you work before—"
"Oh, yeah, he's looking this way; he's totally looking at me."
"Don't go there Chelsea—"
"Look Jess, it's nice of you to take me out and all, but I know what I'm doing." She wiggled her shoulders. She was a pretty girl,with highlighted light brown hair, blue eyes, a nice figure, but her attitude was getting ugly. "He's smiling this way, he's gorgeous. I can't wait to see his O face."
A tapping noise caught Jess's attention. Looking past Chelsea, she could see a little girl with dark hair running between the tables. A brunette woman was walking right behind her; they must have used the entrance off the side parking lot. Jess knew why Edward Cullen was smiling, and it had nothing to do with the loose girl in front of her.
"Oh, he's getting up from his chair. I told you, he's coming over here." Batting her eyes, Chelsea touched her bottom lip with her finger. "Is my lipstick okay?"
I hope I was never this obnoxious, or as oblivious. Jessica nodded her head yes. About the only thing okay with Chelsea was her lipstick
"Oh, crap, some kid just ran up to him." Chelsea looked disgusted and started tearing her straw wrapper into little pieces. "Don't worry; she has to go home some time. Then I'll get him where I want him."
"Hey Jess, good to see you!" The woman that had been following the little girl stopped to give Jessica a hug.
"Hey Bella, good to see you." Jessica smiled back at Bella. "Mackayla's getting so big! Um, and this is Chelsea. She just started at NJMC this week."
Bella put her hand out to Chelsea, who dropped the wrapper and shook her hand. Bella's smile was warm when she said, "I'm Bella Cullen. Welcome to NJMC. I hope you like working for the company."
With a little smirk, Chelsea said, "Oh, things are looking good."
Shaking her head while looking over her shoulder, Bella said, "Let me go before Edward orders something weird. Again."
Jess watched Chelsea watching Bella walk away. "Man, she's thinks she's all that. He wants weird, I'll give him weird. No competition. At. All."
Looking over her shoulder, Jessica saw Edward holding Mackayla in one arm, while he hugged Bella with the other, giving her a kiss before pulling out her chair. As they sat, Mackayla buried her head into her father's chest, sitting on his lap instead of the highchair.
Jessica couldn't take the nasty, smug look on Chelsea's face a second longer. "Chelsea, you heard the story yet about the doctor that went crazy, and tried to shoot up a conference room full of people at NJMC about two years ago?"
"Oh yeah, that shit was all over the news, he went nuts and someone shot him down. He died or something, right?"
"That's right. You just shook hands with the woman who shot him."
She may have enjoyed the look on Chelsea's face a little too much, the moment of recognition, the widening eyes, the dropped jaw, the blanching of her skin. Jess looked her dead in the eye. "That's right. Now you stay the hell away from Edward Cullen, and any other married man at NJMC. And while we're at it, stop dressing like a slut. Capiche?"
