Chapter 77: Davis Enterprises

Tuesday, January 3rd, Afternoon

There was a knock on the office's door jam. She looked up from her computer screen to see her assistant standing in the door. The assistant was acknowledged with a quick nod.

"Ms. Adams, Ms. Stafford is her for your lunch appointment," The Assistant said.

Trin nodded and pushed back her chair. Kicking off her heels, she reached for her sneakers. "I'm going to be out for a little more than usual. I'm reachable, but please limit it to emergencies," she said.

"As you wish, Ms. Adams," The Assistant said, "Any other special instructions?"

Trin stood up and walked over to where her coat was hanging. Starting to slip into her coat, she looked at her assistant. "No, other than what I've already given you," she said.

"Very well, Ms. Adams," The Assistant said.

Trin left her office, not forgetting her purse, this time, and walked across the office. Trin let a small smile crossed her face, as some of the younger women in the office looked at her in awe. Trin was not quite thirty but looked like she was right out of college, which made other women jealous and made it difficult to have cocktails when she was out, the main reason she brought her purse with her.

Upon getting out to the lobby she saw Fallon standing there waiting. Trin smiled.

"Fallon," she said.

"Trin," Fallon replied, and the two women embraced.

"So, let's get out of here before people talk, or even worse I get dragged into something," Trin said.

Fallon smiled, "I wholeheartedly agree," she said.

The two women left the lobby and headed towards the elevator. They looked around the building walls before Fallon stopped like she always did before a certain picture.

Trin came up behind her. "She would be proud of you," she said.

Fallon nodded, "I was twelve when she died in that car accident," she said, "I never really got along with her, yet I still miss her."

Trin nodded, "I know, I have similar feelings for people," she said, "Let's get going."

Fallon nodded, "Let's," she said, and walked away.

The picture was an old print ad of one of Davis Enterprise's clothing line. It showed a tall blonde woman of very slight build in the clothing. Her face had a youthful innocent look about her and had a striking resemblance to Fallon. Underneath the picture was a nameplate that said, "Lydia Vestergaard Spring/Summer Line." IT also had the year.

Trin and Fallon got into the elevator and rode down to the lobby. Looking at each other, Fallon sighed.

"So, how's work going?" Fallon asked.

"It goes," Trin said.

"Yeah, I have a car waiting," Fallon said.

"Where are we going?" Trin asked.

"Someplace quiet and out of the way," Fallon said.

Trin laughed, "For the most eligible billionaire in the city, you never draw any attention to yourself," she said.

Fallon smiled, "Because I do what I want," she said, "I fly under the radar."

The doors of the elevator open and they head out. The two years difference in age and Fallon being closer to Trin's older sisters didn't allow them to get close until they moved in together when Trin attended NYU, which Fallon was starting her junior year there. Now they were probably as close as any of the sisters were.

They jumped into the back of the waiting car. Fallon leaned forward and told the driver where to go. Falling back in the seat Fallon looked at Trin.

"Fal, I'm trying to get them to change that picture," Trin said.

Fallon cocked an eyebrow, "Trying?" she asked.

Trin nodded, "Yeah, I've talked to my mom about it, but well it was their first big campaign," she said.

Fallon nodded, "So, you're saying my mom was the face of your family business," she said and laughed, "Brooke never told me. This is priceless. I knew she did work for you, but never that thought it was that big"

Trin shrugged, "I don't think she thought it was important," she said.

Fallon shook her head, "It's not important," she said.

"Okay," Trin said and looked at Fallon, "You look beat, what's wrong?"

"Some of the usual bullshit at the foundation," Fallon said

"Really? Well, Tanner is still being, well, Tanner?" Trin asked.

"If I said yes, would you be surprised?" Fallon replied.

"No, I've met Tanner and he's a dick," Trin said, "and I'm being nice."

Fallon shrugged, "There's nothing I can do about it unless he does one of three things," she said.

"Which are?" Trin asked.

"Die, retire, or get caught doing something that brings shame to the foundation," Fallon said, "His contract is fairly airtight."

Trin shrugged, "I guess there's nothing you can do then," she said, and then her smartphone dinged.

Fallon sighed, "Trin, did you have to bring that thing with you?" she asked.

Trin shook her head, "Yes, and that wasn't work," she said and pulled out her phone. Trin looked it over and opened the message. "It's just a message from an app I'm using."

Fallon cocked an eyebrow, "What app?" she asked and leaned over.

"One that you meet people through," Trin said.

"Trin, that one is used for hookups," Fallon said.

Trin nodded, "I know, and look I'm twenty-nine, I have needs," she said.

"You're also a mom," Fallon said.

Trin shrugged, "Never stopped my mom before," she said.

"True, but what are you going to do about Wyatt?" Fallon asked.

"I'm upfront that I have Wyatt and of course I won't bring my hook-ups around him, you know that," Trin said.

"Wyatt's not five or six anymore," Fallon said.

Trin shook her head, "Don't worry about it, this is like only our third or fourth message, we were only matched last night," she said.

"Okay, so as long as you're not, never mind, I'm talking out my ass," Fallon said.

Trin laughed, "Okay," she said.

Fallon nodded, "So, when did you decide to put yourself back on the market?" she asked.

Trin shrugged, "Been thinking about it for a while," she said, "I figured New Year's was an appropriate time as any."

"Well, good luck," Fallon said.

"Thanks," Trin said, "What about you?"

Fallon shrugged, "I'm picky and well I'm not all that much of a prize," she said.

Trin laughed, "I doubt that, so, we have some business to talk about," she said.

"What would that be?" Fallon asked.

"Brooke wanted me to see if you'd do the show this year," she said.

Fallon shook her head, "I'm flattered, tell Brooke that too. Trin, I'm thirty-two, let someone younger do it," she said.

Trin nodded, "I get it, and I'm sure Brooke can respect that," she said.

Fallon nodded, "So, are you ready for lunch?" she asked.

"Bring it on," Trin laughed as the car pulled up and they got out and walked to the restaurant.