mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-01-26 13:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | isabella, trevor |
Isabella and Trevor, his office, Tuesday.
Isabella wasn't feeling right at all. She hadn't been since about a week before her mother's passing and she wasn't really sure how to fix herself, aside from working when she shouldn't and drinking a little extra when the time was right. She was on her way to lunch at work when she hit a button in the elevator that would take her all the way to the top floor - a floor she hadn't been on in months.
She wasn't really sure why, but she got off the elevator and smiled at his secretary with a kindness she didn't feel.
"Mr. Wentworth, please."