Cassandra Selwyn (singled_out) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-02-13 00:09:00 |
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‘Could’ve gone better.’ It was a phrase that was playing on a loop in Cassandra’s mind. Her reunion with Marisa had not gone as smoothly as she had hoped. It wasn’t a total train wreck, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t room for improvement. Something told her that it would be a while before they were braiding each other’s hair again, like they did when they were children, but at least Marisa was speaking to her – it was a start, if nothing else. Today she was tackling another problem. She had purchased her office space while she was still living in the city; she had even arranged for it to be fully furnished – or at least, in theory. The interior designer she had hired managed to remember every last detail, except for possibly the largest one of all. Her desk. Of all the things that she needed the most, Cassie thought it was obvious that a desk was integral to her work; how else was she supposed to do her work, aside from spreading out all her paperwork on the floor. She had informed the designer that she would take care of securing the desk for herself, and that the cost for the furniture would be removed from the designer’s payment. Any argument that she had been met with was quickly quelled; Cassie was in no mood to hear the excuses of another’s incompetence. Her current mood, which was significantly more sour than usual, made shopping difficult. She couldn’t find anything like what she was looking for; which, granted, it was possible that even if she did see what she was looking for, she wouldn’t have liked it very much either. Everything looked so tacky and unprofessional, but the cheap plywood would have to suffice until she could order something better if she was going to open her doors to the public tomorrow. Cassie selected the best looking one she could find and fought to get it off the shelf and into her cart. She couldn’t help but think that it would be easier to carry it around if she had the extra bump in strength that being a were afforded her sister. Cassie grumbled as she read the package and realized that she would need to buy tools as well to assemble the cursed thing. Why was she buying something that required so much effort if she was only going to be throwing it out the minute the replacement arrived? All that remained after it was purchased was getting it to the car. Simple enough, right? Of course not. Cassie was halfway to her car when one of the wheels caught a rock and the momentum caused her to turn her cart over. “Great. Just freaking great.” She attempted to bend down, which was a difficult feat considering the tight pencil skirt she was wearing. It didn’t seem practical now, but this morning when she had dressed she had every intention of working today. Onlookers be damned; she didn’t care if she was making a fool of herself trying to fight the cart back into an upright position, she was not about to let an inanimate object get the best of her! |