Chapter 3
Joey impatiently jabbed at the elevator button, and then watched the digital numbers above her slowly descend. She groaned as it stopped at a seemingly endless amount of floors before it reached the ground. She waited as a large group of people swarmed out of the confining metal box, taking a deep breath; she walked into the small enclosure, and pressed the button for floor 18.
Joey smiled tensely as she held the open door button so an elderly lady could maneuver her walker through the narrow opening that the construction companies called a door.
"Thank you, dear." The woman said as a few other people walked into the elevator.
"You're welcome." Joey replied.
As the elevator doors closed, She took another deep breath, she wasn't claustrophobic per se, she just didn't like small spaces that moved. Counting the ascending numbers in front of her she sighed when they finally reached her floor.
Swiftly striding out of the elevator towards the desk where the main secretary sat, she smiled. "Hi Janine, Kate's expecting me."
The forty-something blond smiled and nodded, "Hi Jo, yea, she said that you should go right in when you get here."
"Thanks. Did your daughter Connie have the baby yet?"
The woman's face lit up as the subject of her family was brought up, "Yes, two days ago. A healthy baby boy, Gregory Joseph. They're coming home from the hospital tomorrow."
"Good, congratulations. Have your daughters address ready for me when I come out, I'll be sure to send over something small for her and baby."
"That's unnecessary; I'll pass on your congratulations, though."
Joey laughed and shook her head, "Jan, I feel like I know all your children. I insist. I could always get it from Kate, you know." She grinned impishly at the woman.
Janice groaned playfully, "I surrender. Now get in to Kate's office before I get fired for monopolizing your time!"
"As if. This office would crumble if they didn't have you. See ya' Jan." Joey laughed as she walked down a bright and cheerful hallway. Knocking lightly on her friends' door, she opened it.
"Hi, Kate."
"Jo, hi." Kate took off her reading glasses and stuck the pen that was in her hand into the neat bun at the back of her head.
Joey sat down, and crossed her legs, "I'm assuming that I was summoned here for a reason." She prompted when her agent had been quiet for a moment.
"Oh, yea. . . Sorry." Kate took a folder from her desk and flipped to a page near the back, "The total tally of the earnings for your show last weekend. We sold all but two pieces that were up for sale, and we had 89 pieces that were on sale. Sketches, paintings, and your pottery-"
"Kate," Joey interrupted, "You're not telling me anything that I didn't know."
"Okay. So the grand total of the night is $378,843. Take my charges and some of the other expenses off of that, and you get just over $330,000."
Joey looked at Kate, who had been avoiding her eyes since she had come in to the room. "Okay. Thanks. Now, tell me what else is going on, you could have just come to the apartment and told me all of that."
"Well, there is one other reason that I asked you to actually come into the office today."
"And that would be?"
"Pacey Witter called here." Kate said after a lengthy pause.
Joey blinked, "What?"
"Pacey Witter called here, and I spoke to him." Kate repeated.
"Okay, I got that. But, why?" Joey shook her head at the unfamiliar feeling that was winding itself through her stomach.
"He has a proposition for you. A business one." Kate added when she saw her friend raise an eyebrow.
"Hm. What about?" Joey tilted her head inquiringly.
"I'm not quite sure, actually. All that he said was that it had something to do with your art." She paused as she opened a drawer, and extracted a small notepad. She flipped to a page, and then ripped it off. "He asked that you call him. He gave me his cell and apartment phone numbers, and also the number of his restaurant, or what will be a restaurant. Here they are." She leaned over her desk, and handed the paper to her frowning friend.
Joey looked at the paper in her hand for a moment, before she folded it, and placed it in the breast pocket of her blouse. "Okay. Thanks." She shook her head, as if attempting to dispel any thoughts. "So, anything else?"
"No, actually. That's it." Kate stood up, and grabbed her bag. "So, do you want to grab some lunch?"
Jo smiled, "Yea, I'm starved."
*~**~*~**~*
She sat, her gaze darting back and forth between the piece of paper, and the telephone. She sighed and picked up the portable receiver. Nodding once, as if coming to a conclusion within herself, she dialed the number.
"Pacey Witter." The voice that came through the line was as sensual as she remembered.
Joey cleared her throat, "Hello, Mr Witter, This is Joey Potter. You asked my agent to have me call you?"
On the other end of the telephone, Pacey smiled. "Yes. Miss Potter, I'm glad that you could call me."
"Yes, well Kate said that you had a business proposition for me to consider." Joey prompted.
"Yes, I do. But I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to request what I have in mind over the phone. Are you free for a dinner meeting tomorrow night?"
"A dinner meeting?" Joey bit her lip.
"Well, I'm filming an appearance on a television show, so I'm unable to meet at an earlier time."
"Umm. Okay, then. Tomorrow night?"
"Yes, is that alright?"
"It's fine. Where should I meet you?"
Joey wrote down the information, and the address of one of the upscale and trendy restaurants in New York.
"Okay, so I'll see you there at seven tomorrow?" Pacey asked once Joey had repeated the information back to him to confirm that she had it correct.
"Yes. Seven o'clock tomorrow. I'll see you there."
"Okay. Goodbye, Joey. And thank you."
"Uhh. You're welcome, I guess." Joey shook her head, unsure of what to say.
"We'll talk more about it tomorrow. Bye Joey."
"Yea, Bye Pacey."
Joey hung up the phone, felling strangely detached. She shook her head. "I need to work." She mumbled under her breath. Walking over and flipping a switch on the wall, she smiled as the loud rock music exploded from the hidden speakers.
She went over to her large easel, and studied it for a moment. She closed her eyes as she reached for her paints and her brush.
Opening them, she started to work.
*~**~*~**~*
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~Jayde(pjogirl22)
Joey impatiently jabbed at the elevator button, and then watched the digital numbers above her slowly descend. She groaned as it stopped at a seemingly endless amount of floors before it reached the ground. She waited as a large group of people swarmed out of the confining metal box, taking a deep breath; she walked into the small enclosure, and pressed the button for floor 18.
Joey smiled tensely as she held the open door button so an elderly lady could maneuver her walker through the narrow opening that the construction companies called a door.
"Thank you, dear." The woman said as a few other people walked into the elevator.
"You're welcome." Joey replied.
As the elevator doors closed, She took another deep breath, she wasn't claustrophobic per se, she just didn't like small spaces that moved. Counting the ascending numbers in front of her she sighed when they finally reached her floor.
Swiftly striding out of the elevator towards the desk where the main secretary sat, she smiled. "Hi Janine, Kate's expecting me."
The forty-something blond smiled and nodded, "Hi Jo, yea, she said that you should go right in when you get here."
"Thanks. Did your daughter Connie have the baby yet?"
The woman's face lit up as the subject of her family was brought up, "Yes, two days ago. A healthy baby boy, Gregory Joseph. They're coming home from the hospital tomorrow."
"Good, congratulations. Have your daughters address ready for me when I come out, I'll be sure to send over something small for her and baby."
"That's unnecessary; I'll pass on your congratulations, though."
Joey laughed and shook her head, "Jan, I feel like I know all your children. I insist. I could always get it from Kate, you know." She grinned impishly at the woman.
Janice groaned playfully, "I surrender. Now get in to Kate's office before I get fired for monopolizing your time!"
"As if. This office would crumble if they didn't have you. See ya' Jan." Joey laughed as she walked down a bright and cheerful hallway. Knocking lightly on her friends' door, she opened it.
"Hi, Kate."
"Jo, hi." Kate took off her reading glasses and stuck the pen that was in her hand into the neat bun at the back of her head.
Joey sat down, and crossed her legs, "I'm assuming that I was summoned here for a reason." She prompted when her agent had been quiet for a moment.
"Oh, yea. . . Sorry." Kate took a folder from her desk and flipped to a page near the back, "The total tally of the earnings for your show last weekend. We sold all but two pieces that were up for sale, and we had 89 pieces that were on sale. Sketches, paintings, and your pottery-"
"Kate," Joey interrupted, "You're not telling me anything that I didn't know."
"Okay. So the grand total of the night is $378,843. Take my charges and some of the other expenses off of that, and you get just over $330,000."
Joey looked at Kate, who had been avoiding her eyes since she had come in to the room. "Okay. Thanks. Now, tell me what else is going on, you could have just come to the apartment and told me all of that."
"Well, there is one other reason that I asked you to actually come into the office today."
"And that would be?"
"Pacey Witter called here." Kate said after a lengthy pause.
Joey blinked, "What?"
"Pacey Witter called here, and I spoke to him." Kate repeated.
"Okay, I got that. But, why?" Joey shook her head at the unfamiliar feeling that was winding itself through her stomach.
"He has a proposition for you. A business one." Kate added when she saw her friend raise an eyebrow.
"Hm. What about?" Joey tilted her head inquiringly.
"I'm not quite sure, actually. All that he said was that it had something to do with your art." She paused as she opened a drawer, and extracted a small notepad. She flipped to a page, and then ripped it off. "He asked that you call him. He gave me his cell and apartment phone numbers, and also the number of his restaurant, or what will be a restaurant. Here they are." She leaned over her desk, and handed the paper to her frowning friend.
Joey looked at the paper in her hand for a moment, before she folded it, and placed it in the breast pocket of her blouse. "Okay. Thanks." She shook her head, as if attempting to dispel any thoughts. "So, anything else?"
"No, actually. That's it." Kate stood up, and grabbed her bag. "So, do you want to grab some lunch?"
Jo smiled, "Yea, I'm starved."
*~**~*~**~*
She sat, her gaze darting back and forth between the piece of paper, and the telephone. She sighed and picked up the portable receiver. Nodding once, as if coming to a conclusion within herself, she dialed the number.
"Pacey Witter." The voice that came through the line was as sensual as she remembered.
Joey cleared her throat, "Hello, Mr Witter, This is Joey Potter. You asked my agent to have me call you?"
On the other end of the telephone, Pacey smiled. "Yes. Miss Potter, I'm glad that you could call me."
"Yes, well Kate said that you had a business proposition for me to consider." Joey prompted.
"Yes, I do. But I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to request what I have in mind over the phone. Are you free for a dinner meeting tomorrow night?"
"A dinner meeting?" Joey bit her lip.
"Well, I'm filming an appearance on a television show, so I'm unable to meet at an earlier time."
"Umm. Okay, then. Tomorrow night?"
"Yes, is that alright?"
"It's fine. Where should I meet you?"
Joey wrote down the information, and the address of one of the upscale and trendy restaurants in New York.
"Okay, so I'll see you there at seven tomorrow?" Pacey asked once Joey had repeated the information back to him to confirm that she had it correct.
"Yes. Seven o'clock tomorrow. I'll see you there."
"Okay. Goodbye, Joey. And thank you."
"Uhh. You're welcome, I guess." Joey shook her head, unsure of what to say.
"We'll talk more about it tomorrow. Bye Joey."
"Yea, Bye Pacey."
Joey hung up the phone, felling strangely detached. She shook her head. "I need to work." She mumbled under her breath. Walking over and flipping a switch on the wall, she smiled as the loud rock music exploded from the hidden speakers.
She went over to her large easel, and studied it for a moment. She closed her eyes as she reached for her paints and her brush.
Opening them, she started to work.
*~**~*~**~*
Like it?
~Jayde(pjogirl22)