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Only Anya and/or Anaya who I made up!!! So please do NOT sue my ass off! No
profit whatsoever is being made from this story!!!
A/N: Hi every 1!! Here's the next chapter. It's kind of well a in-between thingy. Sorry that it's so short, but, yeh. I will try an make the next chapt longer. I will! Anway thank you who have reviewed. Ya know I luvs ya'll! And please REVIEW!!! And one last thing I have to say. ONG!!! Harry Potter and the order of Phoenix is coming out this Saturday!!!!! AHHHHHHH! Sorry I just had to say that!!!! Ok. Now here's the next chapter. Hope you all like it!
Blessed be.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Phoebe Halliwell walked into her office, ten minutes late. She had just placed her bags on the desk, when Debbie, her boss bustled in. Debbie Fisher was a very good business woman. She made sure that things got done when they were supposed to. But aside from that, she was a workaholic, and nagged her workers to be the same. Especially her prize possession Phoebe. Whose Advice column had soared through the roof, and was one of the most popular columns in town.
But that of course wasn't enough! They had to think of the competition and constantly strategize ways to beat them! According to Debbie anyway.
One of her latest schemes was to hire Phoebe a personal assistant, as 'All the top columnists have them!' But Phoebe, had to do the interviews because "You need someone who you can work with, I can't choose for you!"
Phoebe braced herself for the lecture, on being late and wasting time when she should be advising some poor helpless person in need, who would help them gain ratings.
But she was surprised when none came. Instead Debbie breathed out a sigh of relief and cried, "Phoebe! Good you're here! You can begin your interviews straight away! The first person is a woman.um.what was her name?" She mumbled shuffling through a huge pile of papers.
"Oh found it! Anya Tailor, she used to work for Bret Mason! Wonder why she quit? Oh well, interview her anyway. I'm off to a meeting. See you after lunch, Bye!" Cried Debbie cheerfully.
Phoebe waved her fingers and cried sarcastically, "Bye!"
She stuck her head outside her office door and looked at the bench at reception. There was a couple of people sitting there, most were middle aged women, and a few men. There was only one young looking woman who Phoebe guessed to be in her early twenties. She figured that that was Anya, since there had been rumours of Bret Mason being a womanizer.
After all if he was what they said he was, he would definitely have hired the girl sitting neatly on the bench. She wore a brown sweater, and a smart black skirt that reached her knees. She was extremely attractive and looked as though she had some Asian blood in her. It wasn't that distinctive but it was definitely there, and it gave her a certain beauty and mysterious look. She wore her dark brown hair in a simple bun.
"Anya Tailor?" phoebe called out.
Phoebe had guessed right, the attractive brunette got up and walked towards Phoebe smiling. She held out her right hand and said, "Hi, I'm Anya Tailor, nice to meet you."
Phoebe looked up into a pair a bright green eyes and shook her hand saying, "Hey Anya, why don't you come in and we'll begin the interview" Indicating her office. As Anya walked in Phoebe shut the door.
"So you would like to be my personal assistant, though I don't think I need one" Phoebe added as an after thought.
"But nothing personal of course, but you know Debbie's, always competing, must have what the competition has and more, I just, it's sometimes really annoying. I mean, I'm an advice columnist I don't need a personal assistant I don't have that must to do! I just sit there and suggest ways for people to solve their problems and these interviews, which I might add Debbie is making me do! Even though it's her idea are preventing me from doing just that!" Phoebe took a deep breath and laughed.
"I'm sorry, look at me psycho blabbering away when I should be listening to you!"
Anya smiled and replied, "That's ok, part of my job, that is if I have one, is listen to you psycho babble" She replied cheekily. Phoebe laughed.
"So Anya, it says on your resume that you used to work for Bret Mason, but he wouldn't give you a reference when we called him earlier."
Anya scowled. "Well I wouldn't think that he would, you see.we had a disagreement. I'm afraid that he tried to extend our relationship outside of work. And I refused." She paused.
Phoebe scowled slightly, she didn't like what she was hearing.
Anya continued. "And he tried to take liberties, but I'm afraid that he came out of the experience with a very hurt pride and body part. Thanks to some self defence classes I took a few years back." She chuckled.
Phoebe smiled warmly at the girl, she had taken quite a liking to this woman's character and sensed that though very young she could handle the responsibility.
"Well, Anya, besides that little incident, your resume is very convincing. I've decided that I'll take you on, a trial period of course, say for about a week. If by the end of the week you turn out alright, then the jobs yours. How does that sound?"
Anya felt extremely relieved and happy. She finally had a job, and she liked her new boss as well. Phoebe Halliwell, apart from being quite famous, was funny, smart and very down to earth. But she had a feeling that Phoebe was also a hard worker, but Anya felt that she was up to the challenge. "I'll see you tomorrow" She said cheerfully.
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Anaya walked up to where her mother lay and placed a kiss upon her feverish head. A tear leaked out and splashed on Penelope's face. She slowly opened her eyes and said. "Anaya, is that you? Sweet heart don't cry. I am getting old now, I must return to the goddess and rest. But I will watch over you. You will never be alone, the coven will protect you!"
"Protect me from what?' Asked Anaya gripping her dying mother's hand.
But she never got her reply, for her mother's grip soon loosened, and her hand fell limp out of Anaya's hand. An old weathered hand gripped her shoulders.
Anaya turned and buried her face in the old woman's shoulder, the one who had initiated her that day in the clearing.
"There, there daughter, the rest of us, those that are remaining will look after you. We four that are left will guide you as long as we can. For this is a hard time and evil is coming. Prepare yourself daughter."
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Anya sat up in bed with a start. She had been dreaming again. Only her dreams were beginning to get worse. Originally they had been of the clearing with the old women and the woman that had resembled Anya herself. Anya struggled to remember the woman's name. It had been similar to her own, Ana.Ana something.
She pressed her eyes shut with her hands feeling frustrated and strangely depressed. Anya took away her hands from her face surprised. Her eyes had been wet, apparently Anya had been crying, due to her dream.
She shook her head. It was just a dream, but it had reminded her of the time her own mother had passed away. Anya shrugged and tried to go back to sleep as she still had a couple of hours before her first day at work.
But she strangely couldn't shake of the deep feeling of sorrow and loss that the dream had triggered.
A/N: How did you like that????? PLEASE TELL ME AND REVIEW!!! After all anynews is good news I think... Anyway don't forget the magic word, REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!....phew!
A/N: Hi every 1!! Here's the next chapter. It's kind of well a in-between thingy. Sorry that it's so short, but, yeh. I will try an make the next chapt longer. I will! Anway thank you who have reviewed. Ya know I luvs ya'll! And please REVIEW!!! And one last thing I have to say. ONG!!! Harry Potter and the order of Phoenix is coming out this Saturday!!!!! AHHHHHHH! Sorry I just had to say that!!!! Ok. Now here's the next chapter. Hope you all like it!
Blessed be.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Phoebe Halliwell walked into her office, ten minutes late. She had just placed her bags on the desk, when Debbie, her boss bustled in. Debbie Fisher was a very good business woman. She made sure that things got done when they were supposed to. But aside from that, she was a workaholic, and nagged her workers to be the same. Especially her prize possession Phoebe. Whose Advice column had soared through the roof, and was one of the most popular columns in town.
But that of course wasn't enough! They had to think of the competition and constantly strategize ways to beat them! According to Debbie anyway.
One of her latest schemes was to hire Phoebe a personal assistant, as 'All the top columnists have them!' But Phoebe, had to do the interviews because "You need someone who you can work with, I can't choose for you!"
Phoebe braced herself for the lecture, on being late and wasting time when she should be advising some poor helpless person in need, who would help them gain ratings.
But she was surprised when none came. Instead Debbie breathed out a sigh of relief and cried, "Phoebe! Good you're here! You can begin your interviews straight away! The first person is a woman.um.what was her name?" She mumbled shuffling through a huge pile of papers.
"Oh found it! Anya Tailor, she used to work for Bret Mason! Wonder why she quit? Oh well, interview her anyway. I'm off to a meeting. See you after lunch, Bye!" Cried Debbie cheerfully.
Phoebe waved her fingers and cried sarcastically, "Bye!"
She stuck her head outside her office door and looked at the bench at reception. There was a couple of people sitting there, most were middle aged women, and a few men. There was only one young looking woman who Phoebe guessed to be in her early twenties. She figured that that was Anya, since there had been rumours of Bret Mason being a womanizer.
After all if he was what they said he was, he would definitely have hired the girl sitting neatly on the bench. She wore a brown sweater, and a smart black skirt that reached her knees. She was extremely attractive and looked as though she had some Asian blood in her. It wasn't that distinctive but it was definitely there, and it gave her a certain beauty and mysterious look. She wore her dark brown hair in a simple bun.
"Anya Tailor?" phoebe called out.
Phoebe had guessed right, the attractive brunette got up and walked towards Phoebe smiling. She held out her right hand and said, "Hi, I'm Anya Tailor, nice to meet you."
Phoebe looked up into a pair a bright green eyes and shook her hand saying, "Hey Anya, why don't you come in and we'll begin the interview" Indicating her office. As Anya walked in Phoebe shut the door.
"So you would like to be my personal assistant, though I don't think I need one" Phoebe added as an after thought.
"But nothing personal of course, but you know Debbie's, always competing, must have what the competition has and more, I just, it's sometimes really annoying. I mean, I'm an advice columnist I don't need a personal assistant I don't have that must to do! I just sit there and suggest ways for people to solve their problems and these interviews, which I might add Debbie is making me do! Even though it's her idea are preventing me from doing just that!" Phoebe took a deep breath and laughed.
"I'm sorry, look at me psycho blabbering away when I should be listening to you!"
Anya smiled and replied, "That's ok, part of my job, that is if I have one, is listen to you psycho babble" She replied cheekily. Phoebe laughed.
"So Anya, it says on your resume that you used to work for Bret Mason, but he wouldn't give you a reference when we called him earlier."
Anya scowled. "Well I wouldn't think that he would, you see.we had a disagreement. I'm afraid that he tried to extend our relationship outside of work. And I refused." She paused.
Phoebe scowled slightly, she didn't like what she was hearing.
Anya continued. "And he tried to take liberties, but I'm afraid that he came out of the experience with a very hurt pride and body part. Thanks to some self defence classes I took a few years back." She chuckled.
Phoebe smiled warmly at the girl, she had taken quite a liking to this woman's character and sensed that though very young she could handle the responsibility.
"Well, Anya, besides that little incident, your resume is very convincing. I've decided that I'll take you on, a trial period of course, say for about a week. If by the end of the week you turn out alright, then the jobs yours. How does that sound?"
Anya felt extremely relieved and happy. She finally had a job, and she liked her new boss as well. Phoebe Halliwell, apart from being quite famous, was funny, smart and very down to earth. But she had a feeling that Phoebe was also a hard worker, but Anya felt that she was up to the challenge. "I'll see you tomorrow" She said cheerfully.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Anaya walked up to where her mother lay and placed a kiss upon her feverish head. A tear leaked out and splashed on Penelope's face. She slowly opened her eyes and said. "Anaya, is that you? Sweet heart don't cry. I am getting old now, I must return to the goddess and rest. But I will watch over you. You will never be alone, the coven will protect you!"
"Protect me from what?' Asked Anaya gripping her dying mother's hand.
But she never got her reply, for her mother's grip soon loosened, and her hand fell limp out of Anaya's hand. An old weathered hand gripped her shoulders.
Anaya turned and buried her face in the old woman's shoulder, the one who had initiated her that day in the clearing.
"There, there daughter, the rest of us, those that are remaining will look after you. We four that are left will guide you as long as we can. For this is a hard time and evil is coming. Prepare yourself daughter."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Anya sat up in bed with a start. She had been dreaming again. Only her dreams were beginning to get worse. Originally they had been of the clearing with the old women and the woman that had resembled Anya herself. Anya struggled to remember the woman's name. It had been similar to her own, Ana.Ana something.
She pressed her eyes shut with her hands feeling frustrated and strangely depressed. Anya took away her hands from her face surprised. Her eyes had been wet, apparently Anya had been crying, due to her dream.
She shook her head. It was just a dream, but it had reminded her of the time her own mother had passed away. Anya shrugged and tried to go back to sleep as she still had a couple of hours before her first day at work.
But she strangely couldn't shake of the deep feeling of sorrow and loss that the dream had triggered.
A/N: How did you like that????? PLEASE TELL ME AND REVIEW!!! After all anynews is good news I think... Anyway don't forget the magic word, REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!....phew!