mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-09-09 13:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | isabella, layla, ota, vision |
Isabella, Wednesday afternoon, the Mocha. OTA and MW!
Isabella sat alone at a corner table of the Mocha, wearing a black dress and a pair of whimsical leopard print shoes that did not match her mood. It had been a fuck all of a day. One of her girls had been nearly assaulted last night by one of her clients. Luckily, security had intervened before anyone got hurt, but the girl was still shaken and understandably so. She'd quit today and left Isabella short for the next two weeks. That in itself was stressful, but Isabella felt worse about the girl and what had happened. She'd left at lunch today and didn't plan on going back for the rest of the day. She had more refunds to issue and clients to soothe than she'd manage to take care of this morning, but she just couldn't do it right now.