Idiots, working with idiots [Open] Aug 8, 2006 3:42:24 GMT
Post by ..Chasia.||Hollow|| on Aug 8, 2006 3:42:24 GMT
"I love you Maria." "Oh Martian!" -loud kissing noises-
Chase made a face at the plasma screen sitting in her office. Her office! That sure felt good to say, after years of waiting for her crazy mother to move away, Girl's Best Friend was finally hers. Her hair was curled into tight black-brown ringlets, each one glossed, and now crushed, seeing as she had just woken up after sleeping on her desk. On her thin, but fit body was a Juicy Couture: Sueded Long Top, on her tiny feet Juicy Couture: Scrunched Boots. She shook her head, "What idiots." But the on screen characters where nothing to the people she had to work with. Not the people who worked for her but the dealer's she got her diamonds from, the medicine suppliers, and her own father. Everyone keep screwing her over. None of her shipments, for anything, had come in, for the past three days.
She had a sinking felling that she had sent a Burger King wrapper to the fix it guy, instead of a check. The girl got out of her desk chair. There was a mirror on the back wall, she turned around. Swingline was printed backward on her cheek from when she had taken a nap. "Oh my god, you're not fucking serious! Crap." She glared at her reflection. "Stupid... stupid..." she away and walked back to her desk. As she sat down her phone rang. "Hello?...Well no I hadn't, I didn't write the check, well I was out...yes I know I'm sending a new one right now." And just like that she hung up on the fix it guy. She hadn’t sent a Burger King wrapper, she had sent noting. Her head hit wood, and . “Another note to self, make time , go back in time kill person who invented inheritance and retirement.”