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Post by raven on Aug 26, 2011 7:55:59 GMT -5
Raven had managed to land herself a job as a maid in a beautiful mansion on fifth avenue. The pay was decent, thankfully and the work hours weren't so bad either. The downside was she had to clean and serve all day long which wasn't really Raven's fortay.
Raven pulled up a chair to the large window in the parlor. She yanked open the curtains and then stood on top of the chair. In her hand was a wet rag. She slowly began to scrub the windows clean.
Mr. Carmichael needed to have the sun glaring through his front windows, not merely shining.
"I'll give you glare," Raven grumbled through her teeth. She reached as high as she could for the top of the window.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 26, 2011 10:09:05 GMT -5
The carriage pulled up in front of the Carmichael Estate, and Spot (or "Jesse Evans") adjusted his suit and placed his hat firmly on his head as he waited for the driver to open up the carriage door.
"Thank you, Jonathan," Spot said to his driver as he stepped out of the carriage, his eyes widening at the magnificence of the mansion. It didn't matter how many times he had been there, the place was still huge and it still completely overwhelmed him.
But Spot Conlon was a professional, and he buried his feelings deep below the surface, where they have been stewing for- has it only been 3 months?- 3 months now.
Camichael's butler opened the door. "Welcome back, Mr. Evans." Spot nodded to the butler and handed him his golden cane and hat. "Mr. Carmichael is waiting for you on the patio."
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Post by raven on Aug 26, 2011 10:37:03 GMT -5
Raven watched the carriage pull up and she held her hand to her chest, tilting her face up.
"Why yes sir, I would love to serve you those tiny little sandwhiches that barely contain meat," She spoke with a slightly english intonation. Raven scrubbed fiercely at the glass before hopping down from the chair, she put it back where she got it from and headed into the kitchen just as the cook was about to scream for her.
Raven covered her mouth with her hand, "For once I saw the visitor arrived. I know, tea and sandwiches and tiny cakes all around." She waved the cook off, who threw her a glare. Raven snatched a cookie from a dish on the table and popped it into her mouth. She chewed as she set up the tray.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 26, 2011 12:14:04 GMT -5
When Spot stepped onto the patio, Mr. Carmichael immediately stood up, grinning. "Jesse my boy!" He eagerly and happily shook Spot's hand.
"Thank you for the invite to lunch, sir." Spot said slowly and as properly as he could.
"Of course. How is the new loft?" He asked, gesturing to the empty seat next to him.
"Very nice, thank you. It is very spacious." Spot nodded, smiling and taking a seat. Actually, his place was huge and all he had in it was a couch, a bed, a dresser, some clothes and some kitchen materials. Most he's ever had in his life, but the place looked ridiculous without more furniture.
"Well it won't be empty for too much longer. You received another paycheck yesterday!" Carmichael pointed out, lighting up a smoke.
Spot chuckled. "Yes, most of it is going into savings but I will be buying more furniture soon."
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Post by raven on Aug 26, 2011 12:38:45 GMT -5
"Oh sir, it was no trouble at all." Raven muttered to herself, imagining that Mr. Carmichael had actually thanked her for once. She made her way out onto the patio and set the tray down in front of Carmichael and his guest.
When Raven saw Spot her eyes went wide and she almost knocked over the teapot. She stared at him and then her eyes narrowed at him.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 26, 2011 12:57:20 GMT -5
"May I please have-" Spot looked up at the maid, his jaw nearly dropping. "er, a glass of.... water?"
Oh, god.
"Yes!" Carmichael interjected, looking at raven. "you forgot to bring out a pitcher of water!" he immediately turned back to spot, who was barely holding it together.
this isn't good, this isn't good....
"So Jesse! William has told me that he promoted you already! Something about your natural inclination to lead. Apparently you got all the men in your unit to increase their productivity and come to work on time. That is simply marvelous!"
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Post by raven on Aug 26, 2011 14:47:51 GMT -5
Raven raised an eyebrow at him, she wanted to slap him right across the face.
"Yes sir," she said through gritted teeth. She went back into the kitchen and filled up the pitcher of water. She returned immediately and started filling Spot's glass.
As she did so she turned her back to Carmichael and glared at Spot.
"You better explain," she said in a whisper through gritted teeth. She filled his glass up and thought about dumping the pitcher on his head. Her temper was reaching boiling point.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 26, 2011 16:08:54 GMT -5
Spot didn't say anything, just brought the glass of water to his lips and drank from it.
"Sorry I'm late!" A female voice announced as she hurried onto the patio.
"Ah, Annabelle!" Carmichael greeted cheerfully, both him and Spot immediately standing up in her appearance. He gave her two kisses on each cheek and Spot, who was freaking out with RAVEN BEING RIGHT THERE, was forced to take her hand and bring it up to his lips.
"You look fantastic, Mr. Evans. This is the suit I picked out for him, father," Annabelle explained to Carmichael, sitting down at the empty seat at the table and reaching for a sandwich.
Mr. Carmichael nodded. "I figured as much. Jesse, did you get a chance to tell Annabelle yet about your big news?"
Spot felt Raven's eyes on the back of his neck. This is the worst possible scenario. Ever.
"Uh, no, I...I haven't." Spot glanced at Raven, wondering how he could fix this. Or get rid of her, without screwing up everything. "I've been promoted. I'm the new head director of the toy department."
Annabelle squealed with delight. "How marvelous! Just what we were hoping for!"
And that was Spot's cue. "I'm going to use the rest room." He excused himself and disappeared inside. Should he make a run for it? Find a way to get Raven fired? Fuck her in the linen closet? So many options!
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Post by raven on Aug 26, 2011 16:20:42 GMT -5
Raven hated Annabelle because she was pretty and sweet and had beautiful clothes and wtf? Spot ran the toy department. Raven turned and fled into the house after Spot, pressing her fingernails into her palms.
When she knew he was within reach she grabbed his arm, pulled him into the pantry and locked the door behind them.
She promptly slapped him across the face,
"You better explain everything right now Mr. Evans!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 26, 2011 16:39:16 GMT -5
"Someone is gonna fucking hear you!" Spot hissed, touching his face. Okay, so maybe he deserved that.
"Not now. Not here." He looked her dead in the eye. "What are you DOING here? Was someone trailing me?"
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Post by raven on Aug 26, 2011 16:46:32 GMT -5
"I work here! Obviously! What the hell are you doing here? You're running a toy factory? What the fuck Spot?" Raven threw her hands up in exasperation and leaned against the door.
"You...you took off after what happened that night...YOU still left!" She pointed at him, accusing him. "What is going on!?"
She was starting to feel nauseous, evidently her body no longer enjoyed anger. Raven sat down on the floor and looked up at him.
"And Annabelle! Are you with ANNABELLE!?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 26, 2011 16:49:45 GMT -5
Spot opened up the pantry door. "Get back to work, Raven. I already told you I can't do this here."
He went to the bathroom and closed the door.
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Post by raven on Aug 26, 2011 16:53:37 GMT -5
Raven composed herself, smoothing down her skirt. Calm down, she needed to calm down immediately. She headed out toward the patio to see if Mr. Carmichael and Annabelle needed anything else, but before she made it there she nearly collided with Annabelle on her way out.
"Oh, excuse me Miss!" She exclaimed, holding out her arms. "I'm sorry." She said. Shit, if she'd knocked her over she probably would have gotten fired.
"Do you need something?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Aug 26, 2011 17:03:56 GMT -5
Annabelle smiled, shaking her head and putting a finger up to her lips. "Shhh" She creeped over to the bathroom and opened the door, letting herself in.
Spot was looking at himself in the mirror, and while he knew Anna would meet him in there, a part of him was expecting someone else.
"Hi," She sighed at him happily, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him. Spot kissed her back, and then pulled away.
"We should get back." He stroked her cheek and left the bathroom. Anna watched him leave, a confused expression on her face.
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Post by raven on Aug 26, 2011 17:09:33 GMT -5
Raven had watched her go in after him and stood there shaking. She knew she couldn't loose it, not here...not now.
Raven stormed off into the kitchen and started washing the dishes, another servant had cleared away the finished lunch from the patio.
Raven scrubbed and scrubbed those damn dishes, feeling everything bubbling up inside her, tears slipped down her cheeks as she washed them.
She suddenly lost a grip on one of the dishes and it crashed into the porcelain sink, slicing her finger as it went.
"Ow! Shit!" She exclaimed and immediately stuck her bleeding finger in her mouth. "Damn it." She said, around her bleeding appendage.
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