Home. The thing about coming home after being away for a long period of time is that you often have this unrealistic expectation that nothing's changed since you left.
"Jude…Jude…Jude…" Fans cheered from the street using signs and posters as Jude's limo pulled up to G-Major studios, the now-headquarters to the now-expanded music label chain owned by Darius Mills across the world.
Jude took one step followed by another as she exited her limo in obviously expensive clothing and a lavish pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses. The woman waved and smiled as fans from all over the Greater Toronto Area cheered for her. A plethora of signs reading things like "Jude Harrison," "My Re-Turn" and "Learning Curve" waved in the air as the woman walked by. It was the first time in a long while that the women had been back in her hometown, let alone to G-Major.
As she walked in, the office looked vaguely familiar, though much larger and way more crowded than remembered. Taking off her sunglasses, the blonde with shoulder-length hair walked over toward the reception desk with a large smile.
"Hi, my name's Jude Harrison and I'd like to see my sister please." She glanced around, soon turning from her position and coming in contact with her desired person of interest after hearing her name.
"Jude?" Sadie, wearing an equally expensive dress suit, walked over to her younger sister and gave her an embracing hug. "I didn't expect to see you until tonight for the finale. When did you get in?" Jude smiled again.
"Oh, you know, last night. I would have stopped by, but I didn't want to cramp you and Kwest's style." The woman looking at her older sister with a guilty, but sincere, grin.
"Yeah, with two little tyrants running around I don't blame you." Sadie laughed in reply to her sister. "Best decision I ever made, going back to him." She took in the presence of her sister for a moment before snapping back into reality. "Oh, what brings you to G-Major?" She puts up her hands while giving her younger sister a questionable look. Jude herself looks puzzled.
"Actually, I was kind of hoping you could answer that question. Darius' assistant ambushed me at my room last night. She told me that a Mills wanted to see me first thing." Jude looked un-amused. "I have it in my right mind to kick that door down." The women look almost viciously toward Darius' infamous office room doors.
"Now, now. Hold down your guns. I don't think-" Sadie's attempts to calm Jude down were futile. Just seeing those doors made her angry. "It's not-Jude." The girl didn't listen to Sadie's warnings and walked forward with confidence, ignoring all of her surroundings. Pushing the doors open, she screams.
"Having your assistant summon me? Really D?" She walks over to his desk, placing her hands down at the edge of it.
Turning the chair, Portia, Darius' little sister, revealed herself. "And hello to you too, Ms. Harrison." Portia seemed amused. Sadie looked defeated from the doorway. Looking around, Jude noticed this office looked much different than Darius', it had a much more feminine approach to the decor. "First, I'd like to start off by saying I sent my assistant solely for discretion purposes. And secondly, I don't know how you do business in London, but dropping into one's office unannounced is very unprofessional." Portia got up, looking a lot more together and professional then the last time Jude had encountered her.
"Portia, I had no-" The older women cut her off.
"No idea that I was out of the mental health clinic? Yeah, treatment tends to end when you're considered better." The women sat at the edge of her desk. Looking up, she spoke. "It's a funny thing. The kind of guilt you deal with while you're away. It cannot be matched by much. But hey, we're not here to talk about me, now are we?" Portia looks at Jude before climbing off her desk. "As the current head of G-Major, Jude, I've got a proposition for you…"
But you see, the truth about coming home is, everything usually has changed. And there's nothing you could've done to stop it.