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Lorelai sat at her desk at The Dragonfly, her pen making doodles on the paperwork she was supposed to be doing but for some reason she just couldn't concentrate. She had already wasted time by ringing Luke who had answered the first four times but was now ignoring her. Rory had lasted to six phone calls before she took the battery out of her phone and now she sat, he head resting in one hand as she drew mini wedding cakes and designed dresses. She jumped slightly as the door knocked suddenly. She dropped her pen quickly, hid the drawings under some paperwork that hadn't been vandalised and looked up at the door.
"Come in!" She shouted. The door swung open and Michel entered. "What can I do for you this fine morning Michel?" He gave her an exasperated look before answering.
"There is a man at reception wanted to hold a party here, he's rich and loud and he's asking for the manager" Lorelai stood up and circled her desk.
"Okay, I'm coming" Lorelai closed the door behind her and Michel and followed him to reception. There waiting for her was a tall man in an expensive suit who was obviously used to owning whatever room her was in. He stood by the reception and tapped his foot against the ground impatiently. She walked up to him confidently and offered her hand.
"Hi, I'm the manager of The Dragonfly Inn, how can I help you" He took her hand and shook it strongly.
"I've heard through the grapevine that this is the place to be, I'm having a party and I want it here"
"Well that can certainly be arranged"
"Good, I'm Mitchum Huntzberger by the way"
"You're Mitchum Huntzberger?" She asked in amazement.
"You've heard of me?" He wasn't surprised by this. He'd made a name for himself in the business world and was always being recognised.
"You son is dating my daughter, I'm Lorelai Gilmore" Her voice had suddenly turned sour. There was no way in hell she was going to be polite to the man that had dashed her daughters lifelong dreams.
"Ah we meet at last"
"Well apparently we've met before, some Christmas party my mother hosted"
"Probably, so anyway this party, it'll be about fifty or so guests, we'll be needing food but I'm sure your chef can supply something. I'll have someone send over a list of dishes that we'll be requiring. I'll also need all the rooms booked. I'll be paying for everything of course. I want no expense spared"
"Well you do have the money to have whatever and say whatever you want"
"Excuse me?"
"My daughter has been dreaming about Harvard since she first knew it existed. She's ready every book known to man, she's taken in every bit of information that she can, she's gone to every class, every extra curricular lesson, she's put in more effort into her work than anybody else, she has eat, slept and dreamt about being a reporter. I remember her grabbing my lipstick and clothes when she was five, she dressed up like some mini-reporter and began reporting every single little thing to me for a week and yes she ended up at Yale and not Harvard but she was happy, incredibly happy. She loved going to learn, she loved smelling old books in the library and she loved the fact that she was this much closer to fulfilling her dreams. You have no idea what it meant when you gave her that internship, she printed out two thousand pages on you so she could anticipate your every need, so she would have something to talk to you about. She worked her butt off for you and just because you said she couldn't cut it meant that she dropped out of Yale and is now living above a diner." Lorelai let out a huge breathe, glaring at the man in front of her who was returning her glare with one of shock.
"If she ever regrets dropping out, even for a second, I won't feel guilty about not persuading her to go back. I'll be on your doorstep blaming you, now I don't think your party is cut out for my inn" With that Lorelai stormed off.