Ah! Lookee lookee! I'm back with a new chapter! *smiles
brilliantly* Yup!
Sorry about the horrible wait on this one. I've been really busy. School is taking a huge bite of my time, and all my teachers are determined to get the required writing assignments out of the way. Alas. I hate not fun writing.
This chapter is a decently long one, I feel. Though not much happens in it, at least it's something, ne?
And thank you! Thank you! Thank you! To everyone who reviewed! Especially Wyse and Peachie! You guys are so faithful! Thank you! *snif snif*
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Ami had woken up that morning with a residual feeling of doom. As bad as the previous days had been (and some of them had been _really_ bad) something in the pit of her stomach informed her that today would turn out to be much, much worse. Her dreams last night hadn't helped any either. She could vaguely recall something about her boss dancing in his boxers with a moose and deliriously saying "Ami! Of course! Genius! Geeeenius!"
As a result of said dream she had lost about three hours of sleep and had stumbled down the stairs to breakfast fifteen minutes past her usual time, and looking not at all like her usually well-kempt prompt self. Her hair mussed, her eyes blurry, and her suit slightly disheveled. Stephanie, of course, had noticed. And, with her usual tact, proceeded to question her about it over their bowls of cereal.
"Wow, Ames, you really look like shit this morning!" She began, cramming another spoonful of Lucky Charms into her mouth, and spraying milk everywhere. Reminding Ami, rather fondly, Stephanie's mother when she was younger.
"Stephanie!" said mother stated, reprimanding her daughter. "Don't talk with your mouth full! And watch your language! Where you pick up those kinds of words I'll never know!" In a complete switch of gears that those who knew her took as normal, Serena turned to Ami and took advantage of the opening her daughter had made for her. She herself had said nothing, having learned several years prior about such things as tact and basic manners. She could only thank God for children. "Now that she mentions it, you do look a little under the weather, Ami. Are you feeling all right?"
Ami, knowing exactly how Serena's mind worked, and, being quite used to such things, smiled at the two. "I didn't sleep well last night."
"Ooh. Nightmares?" Stephanie asked, looking far too excited about the prospect for anyone's peace of mind. Were all six-year-olds this bloodthirsty?
Ami grimaced, recalling her dream vividly. Even now the image made her shudder. "Yes, Steph, you could say that."
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Ami had ended up being late for work that morning. After the conversation at the table, she'd finished her breakfast hurriedly and had begun to step out the door when Mamoru had stopped her, informing her that she'd left her briefcase on the table. She'd thanked her brother profusely, had begun to leave again, and was stopped by a horrified shriek from Serena. Turns out she was wearing yesterday's suit. Whatever would the boss think? After changing into a clean one, then changing her pantyhose and shoes to match, and _then_ being stopped one last time by her well-meaning sister-in-law who would not let her leave without a coordinating necklace, Ami could care less what her boss thought.
Traffic, of course, had been horrendous. And when she finally stumbled into the office, 20 minutes late, exhausted, frustrated, and for all intents and purposes hating the world and everything in it, the sight that met her eyes made her want to scream, throw her briefcase on the floor, and then run away and hide.
"'Morning Sergeant!" Joseff called cheerfully to the abused assistant, not at all deterred by her death glare. "What's wrong? Was their bad traffic this morning or are you just happy to see me?" His blue eyes danced and he deliberately turned up his smile from just "charming" to "I'm so hot and you want to give me everything I want and be my slave." Ami attempted to studiously ignored it, him, and his question.
Oh, God! Why her? Why him? Why this morning? She couldn't take Zachary's incorrigible friend on a normal day of an extremely good week. Joseff Thompson, with his baby blues eyes and soft golden-blonde hair was a pain and a nuisance, and that only when he was feeling charitable.
Spotting her pitiful "why me" glance heavenward, Joseff's smile widened in satisfaction. He lived to be a pain in the ass, and driving Zach's ice queen of a mouse office assistant to want to attempt to kill him had been his goal for ages. She was a tough nut to crack, but today she seemed close. Just a little bit of pressure and... He set about this pleasant task with a will. "Is the boss man in yet?"
"If you're referring to my employer, then, yes, he is here. But he's with a client presently, so if you wouldn't mind...?"
"Sure, sure, Serge. Wouldn't want to interrupt his sessions with other clients."
She eyed him narrowly through her reading glasses and slammed her bad viciously onto her desk. "Yes. Since these patients go through the trouble of _making appointments_ and _paying_." She smiled icily.
Joseff let the barb roll off. You couldn't be a professional nuisance and be sensitive to these things, after all. "Ouch, Serge, that hurts. Cuts me to the quick, it does."
"I'm so sure. I know how much my opinions have always meant to you."
He leaned forward and placed his hands flat on her desk so he could look directly into her eyes. "Oh, Serge, you have no idea. Every time I look in your eyes..."
Ami scowled, her temper fraying. "Oh, can it, windbag. If you insist on waiting for Mr. Anderson to finish up, you may sit over there." She made a gesture to the chair farthest away from her office area. "And try not to talk."
Joseff laughed at her tone and went to take a seat. "Aye, aye, Serge!"
Ami sighed quietly in relief, finally slumping back into her chair. This day just couldn't get any worse!
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Inside his office, barely listening to his latest nut case of a patient, Zachary Anderson planned, all the while sporting a mysteriously evil smirk on his face.
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So, there ya have it! Now, respect all my hard work in putting off my homework and put off your homework a little longer by reviewing me!
Sorry about the horrible wait on this one. I've been really busy. School is taking a huge bite of my time, and all my teachers are determined to get the required writing assignments out of the way. Alas. I hate not fun writing.
This chapter is a decently long one, I feel. Though not much happens in it, at least it's something, ne?
And thank you! Thank you! Thank you! To everyone who reviewed! Especially Wyse and Peachie! You guys are so faithful! Thank you! *snif snif*
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Ami had woken up that morning with a residual feeling of doom. As bad as the previous days had been (and some of them had been _really_ bad) something in the pit of her stomach informed her that today would turn out to be much, much worse. Her dreams last night hadn't helped any either. She could vaguely recall something about her boss dancing in his boxers with a moose and deliriously saying "Ami! Of course! Genius! Geeeenius!"
As a result of said dream she had lost about three hours of sleep and had stumbled down the stairs to breakfast fifteen minutes past her usual time, and looking not at all like her usually well-kempt prompt self. Her hair mussed, her eyes blurry, and her suit slightly disheveled. Stephanie, of course, had noticed. And, with her usual tact, proceeded to question her about it over their bowls of cereal.
"Wow, Ames, you really look like shit this morning!" She began, cramming another spoonful of Lucky Charms into her mouth, and spraying milk everywhere. Reminding Ami, rather fondly, Stephanie's mother when she was younger.
"Stephanie!" said mother stated, reprimanding her daughter. "Don't talk with your mouth full! And watch your language! Where you pick up those kinds of words I'll never know!" In a complete switch of gears that those who knew her took as normal, Serena turned to Ami and took advantage of the opening her daughter had made for her. She herself had said nothing, having learned several years prior about such things as tact and basic manners. She could only thank God for children. "Now that she mentions it, you do look a little under the weather, Ami. Are you feeling all right?"
Ami, knowing exactly how Serena's mind worked, and, being quite used to such things, smiled at the two. "I didn't sleep well last night."
"Ooh. Nightmares?" Stephanie asked, looking far too excited about the prospect for anyone's peace of mind. Were all six-year-olds this bloodthirsty?
Ami grimaced, recalling her dream vividly. Even now the image made her shudder. "Yes, Steph, you could say that."
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Ami had ended up being late for work that morning. After the conversation at the table, she'd finished her breakfast hurriedly and had begun to step out the door when Mamoru had stopped her, informing her that she'd left her briefcase on the table. She'd thanked her brother profusely, had begun to leave again, and was stopped by a horrified shriek from Serena. Turns out she was wearing yesterday's suit. Whatever would the boss think? After changing into a clean one, then changing her pantyhose and shoes to match, and _then_ being stopped one last time by her well-meaning sister-in-law who would not let her leave without a coordinating necklace, Ami could care less what her boss thought.
Traffic, of course, had been horrendous. And when she finally stumbled into the office, 20 minutes late, exhausted, frustrated, and for all intents and purposes hating the world and everything in it, the sight that met her eyes made her want to scream, throw her briefcase on the floor, and then run away and hide.
"'Morning Sergeant!" Joseff called cheerfully to the abused assistant, not at all deterred by her death glare. "What's wrong? Was their bad traffic this morning or are you just happy to see me?" His blue eyes danced and he deliberately turned up his smile from just "charming" to "I'm so hot and you want to give me everything I want and be my slave." Ami attempted to studiously ignored it, him, and his question.
Oh, God! Why her? Why him? Why this morning? She couldn't take Zachary's incorrigible friend on a normal day of an extremely good week. Joseff Thompson, with his baby blues eyes and soft golden-blonde hair was a pain and a nuisance, and that only when he was feeling charitable.
Spotting her pitiful "why me" glance heavenward, Joseff's smile widened in satisfaction. He lived to be a pain in the ass, and driving Zach's ice queen of a mouse office assistant to want to attempt to kill him had been his goal for ages. She was a tough nut to crack, but today she seemed close. Just a little bit of pressure and... He set about this pleasant task with a will. "Is the boss man in yet?"
"If you're referring to my employer, then, yes, he is here. But he's with a client presently, so if you wouldn't mind...?"
"Sure, sure, Serge. Wouldn't want to interrupt his sessions with other clients."
She eyed him narrowly through her reading glasses and slammed her bad viciously onto her desk. "Yes. Since these patients go through the trouble of _making appointments_ and _paying_." She smiled icily.
Joseff let the barb roll off. You couldn't be a professional nuisance and be sensitive to these things, after all. "Ouch, Serge, that hurts. Cuts me to the quick, it does."
"I'm so sure. I know how much my opinions have always meant to you."
He leaned forward and placed his hands flat on her desk so he could look directly into her eyes. "Oh, Serge, you have no idea. Every time I look in your eyes..."
Ami scowled, her temper fraying. "Oh, can it, windbag. If you insist on waiting for Mr. Anderson to finish up, you may sit over there." She made a gesture to the chair farthest away from her office area. "And try not to talk."
Joseff laughed at her tone and went to take a seat. "Aye, aye, Serge!"
Ami sighed quietly in relief, finally slumping back into her chair. This day just couldn't get any worse!
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Inside his office, barely listening to his latest nut case of a patient, Zachary Anderson planned, all the while sporting a mysteriously evil smirk on his face.
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So, there ya have it! Now, respect all my hard work in putting off my homework and put off your homework a little longer by reviewing me!