sam_mm (sam_mm) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-04-28 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | anghara |
Mid-morning, Mocha, Ang, Closed.
The phone had rung early this morning, horrendously early US Time, but in all fairness it had been nine am UK time, and Ang was still contemplating, wondering, and trying to plan. So far, in her head she'd packed three suitcases, several times, route mapped and accommodated, and even worked out an itinerary for sightseeing in amongst the business. Trouble was, she was waiting on another call to confirm if she would have to go, or whether she could deal with things from the City.
She was worried, and tense, and it didn't help that she couldn't just take Gavin up to the pool and relax for a bit, even if it had been open, she was tied to the phone. So instead she checked him into the crèche, sorted her mail, grabbed a pot of tea and a couple of cookies in the Mocha and waited. Of course the phone rang as she was pouring tea, her second cup, and made her jump enough that she spilled some of the tea. The call was more important though, so she answered that while grabbing some napkins from the counter. Mobiles were so handy really. It wasn't good news. She finished the call, sat back, and sipped at the tea, there was no getting away from it, she had to go back to the UK, several weeks, if not a couple of months worth, of work were waiting for her, and besides, she had to go, someone had to be the boss. All she had to do now was talk to Alec, see if he would mind being uprooted for a while, or whether he and Gavin should stay here. Personally? Ang wanted to keep her family together, and this would be the perfect chance for Alec to see her history, her landmarks. If he'd just say yes.