Alec I sit in my car for a little while before walking up to the house. I need to mentally prepare myself for what is about to happen. I have to calm myself down. If there’s one thing I dislike more than having my patience tested, it’s having it tested unnecessarily. This entire day has been one useless endeavour after the next. What a complete waste of my day. I could have spent the day nursing a hangover from hell, lounging and relaxing for the first time in months. But a temperamental idiot had me rather spending my day trying to clean up a stain that has already set. My mental preparation is cut short, however, when Adeline comes around the corner from the garden and walks toward my car. “What are you doing here?” She extends her arms toward me for a hug as I get out of the car to greet her. “If I knew you were coming I would have prepared something.” “You don’t need to worry yourself about that, I won’t be long.” I give her a kiss on the cheek. “Is Cam home?” “It’s the
Dariana Before the elevator doors opened I had been feeling relatively good coming into work. The events of this past Friday night shoved neatly in the darkest corner of my mind labelled “later”. I don’t want to think about any of it. Well, maybe some of it. The first part of it before Cam showed up and wrecked my night. Wrecked is an aggressive word, but it’s the one I feel most appropriately describes about his presence that night. But I wasn’t thinking about that. On the elevator ride up I was calm. I was excited about this new phase of development for the HaphaesTech project, but most of all I was glad to mostly be getting back to my regular routine. I feel like it is a opportunity to reset. After those doors opened, however, I could tell that the universe was not interested in letting me maintain my sense of peace. It really does not want me to rest. As soon as I step out of the elevator, the looks I get from my employees sets a heavy, uncomfortable feeling in my st
Dariana “You Blackburn boys have a nasty habit of just showing up at my door without warning or invitation.” I roll my eyes as I nudge Barry out of the way to get to my door and open it. Today had been long enough as it was, and I just need to prepare myself for this week to be even longer. After lunch with Rachel I had meetings up to my ass to distract me from everything. No one really brought it up, but I could still see the looks people were giving me when they thought I wasn’t looking. During one particular walk toward the boardroom I noticed that Eliza’s desk was empty. I couldn’t imagine that she would come in. Although the article didn’t mention her by name, it wouldn’t take any one at the office much time or effort to figure out that it might be her. Especially since she wasn’t really able to keep all her pregnancy symptoms under wraps. “What are you doing here, Barry?” I ask him, just as I notice that he had a few bags with him. “I can’t really be at home right n
Dariana “Do your parents know it was you?” I ask. He just nods and looks down to avoid looking at me. “Is that why things are so tense at home?” I ask, rhetorically. He nods again and I just let out a heavy sigh. “Well I’m sorry, Barry, but you can’t stay here.” I say. His head shoots up to look at me. “What? No! It won’t be for long, just a little while until everything is more calm. Please don’t make me go back.” He actually scoots off of the sofa to kneel in front of me to beg. “I’m not saying you should go home. But you are a minor and I’m not your family. You staying here without your parents knowing could bring about a shit load of problems for me.” I get down to the floor so I am on his level. “I want to help you Barry, I really do. But I also have to be responsible. I’m gonna call your uncle and see if we can figure something out, okay?” “Yeah, I guess.” He mumbles and we both get off the floor. I tell him to make himself comfortable while I go to my room to call Alec.
Alec As soon as I hung up the call with Dariana I immediately dial Lachlan’s number. It takes a while for him to pick up and I’m just about out the door and on my way down to the parking garage of my building before he does. “Hey, sorry about that. I was on another call, you know how it is.” I hear him sigh as he picks up the phone. “Uh yeah, sure. Are you at home?” I ask “I can’t exactly go anywhere which things looking like this. There have been photographers perched outside the gate all day. I can’t even sneeze in my own yard without them snapping away.” I can sense his sass through the phone. “Maybe you should ask Barry for tips on how to sneak around them.” I hop into my car and get the engine going. “I’m not really interested in what that boy has to say, he’s done enough as it is.” He says. “Does that mean I can keep him?” I ask. “What are you talking about? Why are you calling me?” He responds in a tired tone. I can tell that he’s very annoyed by my intrusio
Dariana I knew that the bliss would not last very long, but I’d be damned if I didn’t revel in every second of it. I miss it now the most while I sit here and receive a migraine inducing lecture from my parents. I was ambushed by my parents in my own office; my own secretary too powerless to stop it when they stormed in here like they owned the place. “All we are trying to say is that it would have been nice if you had warned us that this would be happening.” My dad says from the couch in the corner. “I don’t think that that’s what she’s saying.” I reply to him while pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance. “It’s not like I had foreknowledge about this article anyway.” “You know that’s not what I mean.” He admonishes. “I told you about that boy– I told you about a lot of things but you thought you were too smart for me; that you knew better. We’ll look where your youthful wisdom has gotten you now. On the front page of some cheap tabloid!” My mother continues to rant
AlecThroughout this entire week Barry has proven himself to be easier to deal with than the other one. It is a welcome shift from the drama that was Cam’s life, especially considering that I already have my hands full with so many other things. Next week, in particular, is supposed to be our annual Thanksgiving charity gala. It would be the first time I’m hosting it Stateside, so there will be a lot of new faces. Henry, my assistant, is handling most of the details for the whole thing; but it doesn’t change the fact that I am sort of a newcomer on the scene. Since most of my business had been cultivated overseas, this gala would be the first real formal event where I’d rub shoulders with the financial elite this side. And it is important that I make an impression if I intend to stick around. So I am grateful for the ease that comes with having Barry as a roommate. A part of that may have something to do with the fact that most of the really taxing stuff involving getting him settl
Dariana “It smells like a omething is burning.” I say, rushing out of the bathroom to the kitchen where the girls are supposed to be helping me with my weekly meal prep. Instead I discover them giggling over the wine in the icing room. When they hear me come out, Emma is the only one who immediately springs up to meet me in the kitchen. She pinpoints the source of the burning smell a lot faster than I do. Quite frankly my contribution to the entire ordeal is worthless. While I was busy checking each individual pot on the stove to see which one could be the source of that smell, Emma hurriedly nudges me out of the way to pull out the blackened carrots, potatoes and peppers from the oven. It is only then, when the oven doors open to let out the steam (smoke?) and the the smell of charred vegetables becomes more pungent, that Rory and Rachel turn from where they’re sitting to witness scene in the kitchen. “Oh… that’s not good.” Rachel says. “No it is not.” I say, moving t