Pespectives II PerspectivesII(9)
Perspectives
II
MarshAngel
Chapter
9
Raye decided she had
to get up before her depression and shock from Mina's announcement forced
her to become a permanent fixture on the couch. Besides, she had to have
dinner with her father tonight. He was having a few business people over
and he wanted his beautiful and successful daughter there to impress them,
at least that's how he'd phrased it to her. Fortunately for her she didn't
fall for his political tactics like everyone else so she didn't feel too
bad when he broke any of his promises or behaved contrary to what he said.
Having him in her life
had been quite a change. Even without her psychic senses she could see
that he was fake. Beneath his smooth outer charm, controlling personality
and cold exterior was a scared little man fighting off his inner demons.
He hadn't told her,
but she had not too long ago seen into the dreams that tormented him. Ever
so often he relived the nightmare of her mother's death and the voices
that blamed him for it. His wife had begged him to slow down, but he was
young and reckless, he had argued that they would be fine, that was of
course before he'd seen the other car headed right for them.
After her mothers death
he'd spent a few months drinking himself into a stupor trying to drown
out the voices that kept telling him he could have been a better husband,
he could have listened. Later those same voices would tell him the same
thing regarding the way he'd left his daughter behind with his father-in-law
so he could pursue his political career.
She pushed thoughts
of him out of her head, after all she had resolved her feelings about him,
at least that's what she'd been telling herself these past few years. She
pulled a dark violet suit out of her closet and proceeded to the shower.
When she'd dressed and
put on all her jewelry she looked herself over in the mirror. She didn't
have any real opinion on her appearance other than wishing she had her
hair back. For the first time since she'd had it cut she found herself
wishing she had her long black tresses hanging down her back once more;
just another wish for things to be as they were and as they'd never be
again.
Michael was getting
very frustrated. True he did very little of the actual designs any more,
leaving most of the actual work to the employees of his rapidly expanding
firm, instead attending to the business side of things something he and
Nick seemed to be unusually good at, considering their field of expertise.
Their profit potential was amazing, which was why Nick was in New York
doing an interview for Forbes Magazine. Not only were they growing leaders
in the graphic design world, they had expanded to include software and
Internet services.
He was sitting at his
desk surrounded by papers. Some were junk some were important and
right now he was having a difficult time deciding which ones were which.
He was quite jealous of Nicholas' opportunity to relax in New York for
a couple of days. Granted he'd made the choice to stay here and take care
of business, but that was before he realized how much work Nick had left
him to do while he was probably seducing women in New York. Ok, So maybe
he wasn't seducing; he was attending to other business as well.
He slumped down into
the leather chair, around his desk. The office was rather dull, with only
one large photograph of the Golden Gate Bridge on the wall. The only thing
that made the office really personal was the picture of his absolutely
beautiful fiancée resting on the desk and another of all his friends
by his computer. He had taken the photograph himself on a day at
her parent's house, when she'd been relaxing and laughing with Serena.
He was beginning to
wonder if it wasn't unfair to the rest of the world that he was this happy.
Irene had the most beautiful smile and playful personality. She brought
out a side of him others rarely saw. She made him laugh and enjoy life
to the fullest. She completed and complimented him in every way.
Of his friends, he'd
been the first to find love. She had just walked into his life, just as
if she'd stepped out of the past. Unlike her sister she was very much the
same. She had that same way of making life less complicated, the same way
she used to back in the Silver Millennium. She created a carefree mood
in everyone around her. She was his little fairy princess.
They had first met when
he had picked her up off the throne room floor during the first meeting
between the families of Earth and Moon Kingdoms. Later on, when she
was a blossoming young woman she had dumped a cup of raspberry juice off
her balcony and unto his head, after which she had given him the most dazzling
smile he couldn't even frown at her. It had gotten harder not to scowl
all week however, as he was to object of ridicule with his pink-splotched
hair. She had taken to calling him candy, as his hair now reminded her
of the pink and white candies her mother enjoyed so much.
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