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Original poster: littlewhispers
Who Marissa Berkeley and Taylor Bell (Dark Haired Mermaid and Tinkerbell)
What Phone conversation
When late at night on 7/31
Where Marissa at the hospital, Taylor at home.
Rating Bad Langauge
Marissa groaned at the sound of her cell ringing beside her hospital bed. After throwing enough hissy fits, the nurses finally allowed her family to come see her without them having to sneak in, and Clarice had been sweet enough to bring her some things, cell phone included. Reaching over, she grabbed her phone and flipped it open, placing it to her ear. “Hello?”
Taylor let out a loud sigh into the phone and rolled her eyes on the other end, as she sprawled out on her couch, one leg hanging over the arm. “Its about fucking time you answered your phone. For the money I pay you you’d think you’d be on call.” While Taylor had been proud of herself for landing a job without her agent, she’d paid Marissa to do all the talking and the dirty work for her. That was the point of having an agent. And when she’d originally hired Marissa Ambrose on it was against her own better judgment. Jared Berkeley was probably the only reason she’d done so. It was beyond her what a man like him saw in a woman like that.
Marissa made a face and cringed. Taylor Bell always had that effect on her. And she was one reason to always check the caller I.D. and another reason the voicemail was invented. She’d gotten all twenty-something of her messages, which got much sweeter as they went on. Marissa laid her head back and put her hand over her head as she spoke. “Taylor. I’m sorry I haven’t able to return your calls, although I was planning on getting back to you today…but I only-“
She cut her off. She didn’t have time for this bullshit. “Look, Ms. Ambrose,-” Taylor felt it was much better to call her by her last name when she was about to fire her, and would’ve continued if she herself had not been cut off.
“Mrs. Berkeley.” Marissa corrected with a slight growl to her tone. “And I do not appreciate being cut off, Ms. Bell, but I’ve been in the hospital for days and had no way-“ She silently hissed as she was interrupted.
“I really don’t care Mrs. Berkeley, if you were in the deepest of coma’s. I don’t pay you so you can have sick days. I pay you to be where I want you when I want you there and to do what I ask you to do.” It was as simple as that. She was agent, it was Marissa Ambrose or Berkeley’s or whatever’s job to keep her happy. “Lucky for you I was able to seal my own fucking deal, without your help.”
Marissa, who had been trapped in the small hospital room for days by white walls and bitch nurses, was absolutely infuriated. Why the fuck did she put up with this? “Forgive me, for feeling my child’s health is a little more important then your career.” Who the hell did this woman think she was?
She was Taylor Bell, and Taylor Bell did not put up with bullshit. “Its not my problem if you think you can make the time for your job and for a child. You should of that about that before you got yourself knocked up. In case you weren’t aware, you have a full time job” She said simply. Taylor personally loved children; she just didn’t see it fit for her agent to have one.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” She snapped. She was gaping at the wall straight ahead in disbelief, trying to sit up a little bit as she did so.
“I am someone who is no longer going to be needing your services, Mrs. Berkeley. I will find myself new representation. And I do not appreciate your tone. Hopefully you will think a little more carefully in the future when it comes to your clients. You’re fired.” And with that she hung up. There was nothing left to discuss. With a smile, she dropped her phone to the floor and stretched out to get comfy. No more Marissa was always a good thing; she'd hated the bitch to begin with.
Marissa blinked a few times, pulling her phone away from her ear and looked at it with disgust. She was stunned. She was fired! Marissa never got fired. Quit yes, but never fired. She shook her head, as her grip on the phone got a little tighter. Not only had she gotten fired, but she’d gotten fired because she was in the hospital, for the health of her baby girl. With as much might as Marissa could muster she threw the phone against the far wall, not far from where the food she’d thrown in the middle of one of her fits a few days before. It fell with a loud crack and from the looks of it from where she sat; it fell in a quite a few pieces. And for a while she sat there in anger, but the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she grew. If she was getting fired now, in the hospital what was going to happen when she was stuck in bed at home for five months? Sure she could do some things from home, but any meetings and or that sort was going to be out of the question. How many more clients was she going to lose? After a few moments of looking over at the baby monitor that read her little girls heart beat, she closed her eyes to stop the tears that forming out of frustration and worry, and tried to go sleep some. Sleep was always good.