500 LIKES Throw out

Well, I finally made it to 500 likes. I am pretty excited about this fact. I was going to do a special throw out, but alas, I have been trying to get muse up to date AGAIN for a family member who wants it in hard copy form. I have edited this damn book like 20 times, but it still isn't perfect. Maybe once I can actually afford an editor I will be able to reboot it, until then...


So this is piece of something I mess around with when I am drawing a blank on everything else I have on my plate. No name, just a concept. Who knows could be something.


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“Isabelle!” A shrill voice calls from the foyer.

I rush out of the kitchen, where I just deposited the pile of paper towels I used to clean up my graceful mistake from earlier. A blonde woman with lifeless blue-grey eyes, stands haughtily with her hands on her hips. A severe looking cream pant suit adorns her nearly curve less body, and a pair of pointed high dollar pumps protrude from under the wide floor length leg. A scowl pinches her face as she surveys me, head to toe.

“Who are you? Where is Isabelle?” She snaps at me.

I open my mouth to respond, but Jakob cuts me off.

“Leona, darling, how are you?” He booms in the most disingenuous voice I have ever heard. Floating down the stairs, he wraps the vulture, who is now smiling sweetly, in a hug. I turn to go back into the kitchen, but stop short. Jakob addresses me before I can make my escape.

Shit.

 “Hazel dear. Can you fetch us some tea, and bring my schedule to the study.” I glance at him and nod, rushing off toward the pantry once more.

While the water is boiling I pull up the days itinerary. From the looks of it, Jakob needs to be at the studio in an hour. I send the schedule to his tablet, and quickly tray up the tea and fixings.  Heading toward what I assume is the study, I hear the cackle of the vulture. I knock lightly then push through the door.

Vulture has herself draped over Jakob’s lap, not even bothering to look at me as I set the tray on the coffee table and hand Jakob his tablet. I catch the ghost of a smile and a wink as I turn to leave, but as before, vulture clears her throat.

“Hattie, is it? Could you be a dear and pour me a cup. One sugar, and no cream. Thanks.” She plays with Jakob’s hair as she addresses me, but still does not even turn in my direction.  I roll my eyes, which garners a grin from Jakob as I pour the tea, quickly making my exit.

I would love to take those Louboutin and shove them straight up her ass. Unfortunately, this is the sort of thought that will likely terminate my employment.

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that is it, but I will give you more soon :)