After being thrown up on, Barb refused to clean up the sun room and after sending a robot to tend to Chester, retreated to her office to watch the phone. She slept in her office for over a week getting the release date pushed back and making sure enough bars were produced for the first shipment. As Barb had promised, she picked the flavor without a ounce of Chester's influence, she had gone with the first flavor she had picked last year, a four course meal bar that had been made in homage of Willy Wonka, Barb was rather confident in her decision and with that out of the way, Barb had turned her focus to preparing for Sam's call, for this she stayed in her office for nearly a month. Finally she figured Sam wasn't going to call or maybe the signals were still blocked, though because she had pulled all employees from the area and had the factory shut down Barb found that highly unlikely and decided Sam simply wasn't interested in calling and Barb allowed herself to leave the office for longer periods of time but just in case Sam did call, she connected the land line's number to her cell phone. Chester for the most part had holed himself up in his room and spent most of his days sleeping, it seemed that either walking from the jet to the house had drained him more than Barb had originally assumed it would or his injuries were finally taking their full toll on him either way it meant Barb was pretty much on her own when it came to running things around the house and dealing with Live Corp affairs at first Barb had been ecstatic when she realized she'd be the boss for at least a little awhile, she always jumped at the chance to prove she was more than just a cute ape who could talk and being fully in charge was surely the way to prove it.
Well at least that's what Barb had hoped for, the employees for the most part had played along calling her boss and Ma'am, filling her with a sense of pride and accomplishment, but within two weeks they were asking when Chester was coming back from his 'vacation', whining about how he wasn't answering his phone. Barb had laughed those questions and complaints off and did her best to put them at ease, but though their words were tame and held no malice only curiosity and frustration, they hurt and by the end the first day of the second week she'd been boss, her pride had evaporated like steam out of pot and Barb found herself plagued with questions of self worth.
For the third time that morning, Barb sighed heavily, before easing herself out of the black easy chair she had been sitting in she plodded over to the coffee table, snatching the remote off of it she pointed at the television and hit the power button expecting a flood of Technicolor images that would hopefully belong to her favorite soap opera, but to her confusion the screen remained black, Barb hit the button again getting the same effect she looked down at the remote then back at the television before repeatedly pressing the power button until her finger was sore as she did this Barb noted she needed another manicure.
Finally she gave up on the television and threw the remote at the wall, she had almost called Chester twice but somehow managed to stop herself both times, during the time Barb had been alone she had nothing else to do but work and think the most pressing thing she ended up thinking about was their relationship it had seemed near flawless to her before, sure it had it's bumps and rough spots but Barb had always remained confident that Chester loved her most and that she was so much more to him than his greatest invention and- though it pained her to even think it- his pet but as she found herself going over every detail she could recall of their time together she found herself questioning it all with disappointing results, frankly she didn't think she could trust herself to around him, the last thing she wanted to do was have breakdown and hear him say in an overly cheery voice "I suppose it's time I start looking for a physiologist who accepts monkeys Barb!" She had gotten enough of that at her fifth birthday party... And he was probably still sleeping anyway.
Kneading her forehead Barb fought to keep herself from being swept up in her thoughts if she was she'd be stuck there for hours. The distant barking of Kit Kat reached her ears and she remembered the sun room and glancing down at her nails Barb thought of just the thing that would keep her mind centered.
Now she just needed to find the car keys.
Hi there I'm back and with another chapter too!
The next one should be up soon, also I'm going to be tweaking the first chapters a bit.
God bless and have goodnight!