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Chapter 6
Ren crossed her legs, then uncrossed them yet again, as she had been doing the last ten minutes. The look on her face radiated nervousness, while on the inside she was cracking up. 'God, these people are more gullible than I could have ever imagined!' She had gotten in without a hitch, and now she was waiting for her first interview with an old, shrewd woman that looked she her bite was worse than her bark.
Looking at her newly manicured nails, she fixed her lips into a pout of impatience. 'Will these people hurry up?! I don't have all day!' actually she did, she blushed, she had called Chuck up this morning and canceled her hours. But no one needed to know that little tid-bit of information.
Brushing her bangs behind one ear, Ren examined the other occupants of the waiting room. Most looked to be in their early thirties, the oldest, a kind looking woman in the corner who was currently knitting. She glanced at the young brunette that sat opposite her, and frowned. This girl would be a problem. Even though she wore glasses and a..uh..respectable out fit (Ren blushed and looked down at her hoochie suit), she still gave off an air of beauty.
"Hi! My name's Dorothy, I couldn't help but notice you were looking at me...." Ren blinked and realized with a blush that she had been watching her so closely that she hadn't noticed the girl turn and look at her. "Uhh..hehe...that, well you see I was...just...uhh.." she scrambled for something to say, then noticed the book in her hands. A rather thick book at that. "Your book!" she nearly shouted and commended herself for her sharpness.
Dorothy looked down at the book in her hands, "Oh, this little thing..." she laughed a little haughtily, "this is just some casual reading."
Resisting the effort to glare at her, Ren gripped her hands together and laid it on real thick, "wwoooowww.." she whined, "how can you read soo muchhh?" she could have slapped herself that moment, but didn't want to be carried out in a straight jacket.
Dorothy blinked and forced a smile, Ren could tell what she was thinking, 'What a dumb blonde!' or something along those lines. If only...Ren thought. She would be able to kick this bitch's ass in two seconds!
But, smiling broadly instead, Ren was determined to get rid of this brunette, but that didn't mean she couldn't play with her a little.... "oohhh wow!" she muttered looking at Dorothy's face in acted astonishment.
"What?" Dorothy asked, feeling for something on her face.
"Oh, it's nothing." Ren giggled with her hand over her mouth as panic rose in Dorothy's eyes.
"No, really, what is it? Is there something on my face?" Ren giggled again in response.
"It's just that..."Ren looked up at her through dark lashes, "I finally realized where I'd seen your chin before..." her head tilted to the side in 'Usagi style' thought, placing her index finger on her lips, completing the look, " the guy off that show.....oohhh what is iiittt....hhmm oh! I remember! Jay Leno!" she hid a smirk as Dorothy's eyes widened then narrowed into a glare.
"How dare you?! You little twit!" she stood up and over Ren, "You think just because you're blonde you rule the world?! Well you don't! You probably don't have enough brain cells to know a true genius when you see one!" she struck some sort of pose, causing Ren to choke on her laughter.
'She thinks SHE's a GENIUS!? Just because she can read a stupid book?!' her fists clenched and shot out on their own accord, successfully catching the woman's jaw and knocking her across the room. Ren couldn't help but smirk, she may be able to read, but she DEFINATLEY couldn't take a punch.
Sitting there propped up against the wall sat Dorothy. Little swirlys replaced her eyes, her glasses hanging diagonally off her nose and bleeding from the lip.
"Doroth-" a man walked through the door and into the room, looking off the clipboard. Spotting Dorothy and the state she was in, he raised an eyebrow, shrugged and mumbled something like, 'Finally'. Looking down at the board, he called out the next applicant's name, "Usagi Tsukino, Mrs. Buttermee will now see you."
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Grinning, Ren stepped out of the small room. She spotted Dorothy being propped up by another woman who was desperately fanning her with an old magazine. Sauntering over, Ren reached into her silver purse, nearly bursting out laughing as both Dorothy and the other woman shrank away. Pulling out a tissue and dropping it on Dorothy haughtily, she stuck up her nose and huffed, "I think you missed a spot on your chin, Jay baby." then laughed and walked away and out the door.
Thinking back to her interview, Ren became confident that she would get the position. The lady was not as she had expected, instead of the 'Granny butterball' type, she was shrew, crude and definitely rude. In other words, she was her kinda woman!
Looking down at her watch Ren laughed out loud. She had been there for nearly 2 and a half hours! After the interview, which had taken only around half an hour of intense questions, Mrs. Buttermee had shook her hand, complemented her resume, and flat out told her that she should be expecting a call in the week. Then, she grinned slyly and asked if she played poker.
And that's how she lost all the cash in her wallet.
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Trowa waited outside of the building, watching for Largo to emerge and climb into his limo. In a way, he enveyed the man. He had everything in the world: beautiful women, money, a company at his disposal, tons of loyal followers, and his pride.
Pride. Trowa gripped his steering wheel. Pride was something that he wasn't allowed to have. He'd show them. Especially his 'step-father'. He growled just thinking about him. As his only living relative, which he wasn't really, Sherman thought that he ruled Trowa's life. Fuck that.
Someday he'd be rid of the old man, and then he would be able to rise to the top of the business chain. Sherman wouldn't be there to keep him down. No one would.
He'd make sure of that.
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Pushing through the spotless glass doors, she began to walk away. When she was a few meters away, she suddenly ran back and ran her hand along it's length, creating a long and very large smudge. With a satisfied smirk, she began to walk home with only one though in her mind. Her need to take the demented shoes off her feet, and food. Okay, so maybe two things.
Running across the street, Ren headed towards the local Burger World. Hopping over a drunk that lay inconveniently in her way and side stepping a few beer cans, she spotted a familliar red vehicle. Crying out in triumph, she strutted into the fast-food restaurant.
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Trowa waited by the counter for his Big Western burger, fries and sprite to be served to him by a pimple-covered teenage boy with a cracking voice and braces, "Would you like fRIEs with THat sIR?" he crackled. Trowa raised an eyebrow, which of course could not be seen through his light brown bangs, "I already have fries." he said simply and was about to walk away when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"You know, we have to stop meeting like this." He turned to face the hot-dog girl. "GAH!"
Ren turned to the teen, "I'll have what he's having," and narrowing her eyes, "and make it snappy, train-tracks!" she laughed as he scuttered away.
Trowa groaned mentally, he HAD to get outta here, and quick. Eyeing her outfit, his eyebrow rose again. Not that it wasn't nice, it just wasn't her....type. Though she did look kinda..cute. He rolled his eyes, 'Trowa, you're such a dumbass.'
He looked over and found the blonde in a deep conversation...no make that argument (she was grabbing him by his collar and in the process of hauling him over the counter) with train-tracks . Trowa silently walked out the door and climbed into his porshe, driving off.
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"Can you believe that kid? Not offering me pie with..." Ren turned to Trowa, expecting him to be nodding enthusiastically. Well maybe not ENTHUSIASTICALLY...he didn't seem the type to be enthusiastic about anything....but she expected him to actually BE THERE!!
"What the fuck!?" a nearby mother glared at her and covered her son's ears who started to chirp, "what tha fuck? What tha fuck?" over and over again. Smiling at the mother and waving, she gave the kid a raspberry, who returned the favour.
Grabbing her meal and dropping the money on the counter (she was about five bucks short), Ren stormed out of the restaurant, intending to head over to Chuck's to relieve some tension and work on her baby.
and that is that!
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