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STATUS: House cleaning day! Open windows loud music! Let's get this done! 5 yrs ago
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House cleaning day! Open windows loud music! Let's get this done!
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I am currently fighting with Excel. It is not going well. I am losing. I may call a first grader and pay him $10 to do this shit for me.
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Pulled a split shift. So done today. Got my snacks and soda. Bring on the RP's
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Pretty sure I am getting fired. Oh joy! Although it will be a relief.
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@ZAVA I wish! Unfortunately I will continue and will deal with these people some more today
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Lu wasn’t quite awake enough for this. She turned her head to look at Serge as he suggested that they start to pose as a couple. She looked him up and down, and even newly awakened, he looked amazing. Her worry was that no one would buy that the two of them were together. Yes, opposites attract, but only to a point. How in the world would they carry that off. “Do you REALLY think that people would buy that?” She asked with disbelief. She turned on Stranger Things on Netflix with the volume down low, so as not to disturb either of them.
She started trying to stitch on her project with hands that shook a little. “First of all, how did we meet? How long have we been dating? How…” She stopped herself knowing that her incessant talking drove him insane, especially when he didn’t have answers for her. “Complete honesty, pretending to be a couple with you certainly wouldn’t be a hardship, but I am unsure anyone who knows either of us would believe it.” She said softly.
She took a couple of stitches finishing her row before looking back at him. “Should we maybe discuss this with Eri…” She sighed and rephrased herself “My dad? As you pointed out if this comes out without him releasing it, it could be bad, and if we carry off the dating thing, will he ever really be able to come clean?”
She put down her stitching and turned to rest her back on the arm rest of the old beat up couch. “Serge, I know I said mom never really talked much about my dad. And while that is true, I did leave out the little she did say. When I got older, I was angry. I blamed him for not being around, for not manning up and doing what he was supposed to do. I think it was over something ridiculous, like not having the extra money for a school function, probably homecoming or prom. Something that seems pointless now.” Her eyes drifted away from Serge, focusing on a small framed photo of her and her mother together hanging on the wall.
“She loved him. She never stopped. I don’t know if he was her one true love, or if it was teenage infatuation that was never allowed to die, but she loved him until the day she died. She told me they were kids when she got pregnant, but that I couldn’t be mad at my dad. He didn’t leave us. She left him when she knew she was pregnant with me. She said he came from a good family, that he was going places, and that he would finally do some damn good in this world. She knew he would have married her, that’s just the kind of guy he was. She didn’t want a wife and kid getting in the way of him being the man she knew he could be, so she left. She never told him about me, at least not when I was a kid. I don’t know how he found out I existed, but she never meant for him to.” She told him honestly as she reached for her cup of coffee.
“I do know that if she were alive today, and she thought it would help him in anyway, she would call a press conference herself.” She finally looked back at Serge, the strong determined, tough woman of yesterday was completely gone. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t sad, she was lost.
“I wish she was still here. I am not qualified to do this level of adulting on my own.” She said with a small laugh. It was in that moment, that it hit her, her mom was gone, and while she was alone and terrified, there was someone else who knew what she was going through, who could help her find the answers. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them tightly as she rested her chin against them still looking over at Serge. “I guess this is why Nature gives us two parents huh?”
“Question of the day is, Do I talk to him about this, or just try to figure it out on my own and hope for the best? I know he really has a lot on his plate, and is now the best time to be throwing more at him? I mean I am a grown woman, I should be able to figure this all out right?” She sighed softly and lifted one hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. She looked at Serge again and managed a small smile. “I really am sorry. I would call a friend, but right now there is literally no one else I can talk to about this except Dad, and that’s a huge part of the problem. I don’t want to burden him with more than he is already dealing with, so unfortunately that leaves you.”
She sipped her coffee and slowly let her body relax. There was nothing she could do in this exact moment, she just needed to calm herself and focus on what her options were. She wasn’t sure where to go from here, but she would get to an answer, it just might not be right this second.
She started trying to stitch on her project with hands that shook a little. “First of all, how did we meet? How long have we been dating? How…” She stopped herself knowing that her incessant talking drove him insane, especially when he didn’t have answers for her. “Complete honesty, pretending to be a couple with you certainly wouldn’t be a hardship, but I am unsure anyone who knows either of us would believe it.” She said softly.
She took a couple of stitches finishing her row before looking back at him. “Should we maybe discuss this with Eri…” She sighed and rephrased herself “My dad? As you pointed out if this comes out without him releasing it, it could be bad, and if we carry off the dating thing, will he ever really be able to come clean?”
She put down her stitching and turned to rest her back on the arm rest of the old beat up couch. “Serge, I know I said mom never really talked much about my dad. And while that is true, I did leave out the little she did say. When I got older, I was angry. I blamed him for not being around, for not manning up and doing what he was supposed to do. I think it was over something ridiculous, like not having the extra money for a school function, probably homecoming or prom. Something that seems pointless now.” Her eyes drifted away from Serge, focusing on a small framed photo of her and her mother together hanging on the wall.
“She loved him. She never stopped. I don’t know if he was her one true love, or if it was teenage infatuation that was never allowed to die, but she loved him until the day she died. She told me they were kids when she got pregnant, but that I couldn’t be mad at my dad. He didn’t leave us. She left him when she knew she was pregnant with me. She said he came from a good family, that he was going places, and that he would finally do some damn good in this world. She knew he would have married her, that’s just the kind of guy he was. She didn’t want a wife and kid getting in the way of him being the man she knew he could be, so she left. She never told him about me, at least not when I was a kid. I don’t know how he found out I existed, but she never meant for him to.” She told him honestly as she reached for her cup of coffee.
“I do know that if she were alive today, and she thought it would help him in anyway, she would call a press conference herself.” She finally looked back at Serge, the strong determined, tough woman of yesterday was completely gone. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t sad, she was lost.
“I wish she was still here. I am not qualified to do this level of adulting on my own.” She said with a small laugh. It was in that moment, that it hit her, her mom was gone, and while she was alone and terrified, there was someone else who knew what she was going through, who could help her find the answers. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them tightly as she rested her chin against them still looking over at Serge. “I guess this is why Nature gives us two parents huh?”
“Question of the day is, Do I talk to him about this, or just try to figure it out on my own and hope for the best? I know he really has a lot on his plate, and is now the best time to be throwing more at him? I mean I am a grown woman, I should be able to figure this all out right?” She sighed softly and lifted one hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. She looked at Serge again and managed a small smile. “I really am sorry. I would call a friend, but right now there is literally no one else I can talk to about this except Dad, and that’s a huge part of the problem. I don’t want to burden him with more than he is already dealing with, so unfortunately that leaves you.”
She sipped her coffee and slowly let her body relax. There was nothing she could do in this exact moment, she just needed to calm herself and focus on what her options were. She wasn’t sure where to go from here, but she would get to an answer, it just might not be right this second.
Lu listened to Serge, he had good points. Her true identity may not be revealed, but as he spoke something else started niggling in the back of her head. She let him walk out of the kitchen while she kept thinking.
She smiled as she heard him ask for his coffee. She refilled it freshening it up before walking to join him in the living room. She leaned over the back of the couch, close to him and handed him the cup of coffee, holding hers in the other hand.
"There is one possibility I don't think either of us thought about." She said quietly. "It occurred to me while you were talking. Not everyone knows he was searching for his daughter, but everyone knows who you are and what you look like. Erik is a young, healthy, attractive man." She said sipping her coffee.
"Who do rich powerful men often assign staff to?" She asked, wondering if it would occur to him that someone might mistake her for his mistress.
She was leaning close, but not encroaching on his personal space, but close enough that she could. She sipped her coffee with a sigh. "That is a problem for minds other than ours I suppose." She said.
She patted his shoulder as she stood up letting him type his report. She grabbed her project bag before settling down on the other side of the couch, her feet tucked under her. The two of them just spending time together quietly.
"Would it bother you if I put something on Netflix?" She asked while grabbing the remotes. She often liked to have something playing quietly in the background.
She smiled as she heard him ask for his coffee. She refilled it freshening it up before walking to join him in the living room. She leaned over the back of the couch, close to him and handed him the cup of coffee, holding hers in the other hand.
"There is one possibility I don't think either of us thought about." She said quietly. "It occurred to me while you were talking. Not everyone knows he was searching for his daughter, but everyone knows who you are and what you look like. Erik is a young, healthy, attractive man." She said sipping her coffee.
"Who do rich powerful men often assign staff to?" She asked, wondering if it would occur to him that someone might mistake her for his mistress.
She was leaning close, but not encroaching on his personal space, but close enough that she could. She sipped her coffee with a sigh. "That is a problem for minds other than ours I suppose." She said.
She patted his shoulder as she stood up letting him type his report. She grabbed her project bag before settling down on the other side of the couch, her feet tucked under her. The two of them just spending time together quietly.
"Would it bother you if I put something on Netflix?" She asked while grabbing the remotes. She often liked to have something playing quietly in the background.
No rush. I feel like I died a week ago and haven’t had the good grace to lie down anywhere
Lucia laughed as he teased her about this meal being a luxury. She shook her head and decided to play a little. "Well it, certainly won't earn any Michilin stars, but a solid 3 out of 5 on trip advisor. Had to dock for ambiance... the gourmet food, doesn't match the hole in the wall decor." She teased. She was really enjoying spending time with him. It was getting hard for her to remember that in a week or so that this would be over, he would be on his way to his next job, and she, would be left to negotiate life as the adult child of a very rich and powerful man.
It didn't take her long to finish her breakfast, she was used to living on the run. He stood in the kitchen washing his dish as he mentioned needing to go over the schedule for the rest of the week. She stood up and headed to the kitchen sliding her dish into the sink, before leaning against the counter.
"Today, is what my mom would have called a mental health day. I am not going to class. I am not going to work. I am going to take a deep breath, and try to figure out exactly what the hell has happened to my life in the past..." She glanced at her watch. It was hard to believe that it had not yet been a full 24 hours since he had knocked at her door. "18 or so hours." She pulled a hair tie off her wrist and tied back her unruly mess into a quick pony tail. "The only significant thing on the agenda today is laundry." She smiled. "I mean I normally would let it go another week or so, but I have seen you eyeing the mess around here, so lets hit up the laundromat before you get desperate enough to set up a washboard in the bathtub." She teased.
She knew her place was a chaotic mess, it was so bad that he had made her relax in a bath just so he had some space to clean up a bit yesterday. "Tomorrow was a scheduled day off, and I have nothing planned really. I might try to do some studying, or I might not."
She pushed away from the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee. "The rest of the week is school and work." She ignored the hard part of what he said. 'If something happens to me' She couldn't even process that. What could possibly happen, no one knew who she was, or who he was.
She held the cup of coffee tightly between her hands. "Serge, I want you to be straight with me." She said seriously. "In your opinion, what are the chances we make it through to the election without my identity becoming known?" She sipped her coffee. "I am not worried about a leak from your team, but how many people are in and out of Erik's office?, before he turned to you, how many people did he talk to in his search for me?" She was just thinking out loud.
"And it begs the question, politically, is hiding me in Eriks best interest? If it comes out later, will his supporters feel betrayed? Like he lied to them in some way?"
She wasn't excited about the possibility of having to come forward, as a matter of fact the idea of being discovered scared the hell out of her, but right now in this moment, her life wasn't entirely her own.
It didn't take her long to finish her breakfast, she was used to living on the run. He stood in the kitchen washing his dish as he mentioned needing to go over the schedule for the rest of the week. She stood up and headed to the kitchen sliding her dish into the sink, before leaning against the counter.
"Today, is what my mom would have called a mental health day. I am not going to class. I am not going to work. I am going to take a deep breath, and try to figure out exactly what the hell has happened to my life in the past..." She glanced at her watch. It was hard to believe that it had not yet been a full 24 hours since he had knocked at her door. "18 or so hours." She pulled a hair tie off her wrist and tied back her unruly mess into a quick pony tail. "The only significant thing on the agenda today is laundry." She smiled. "I mean I normally would let it go another week or so, but I have seen you eyeing the mess around here, so lets hit up the laundromat before you get desperate enough to set up a washboard in the bathtub." She teased.
She knew her place was a chaotic mess, it was so bad that he had made her relax in a bath just so he had some space to clean up a bit yesterday. "Tomorrow was a scheduled day off, and I have nothing planned really. I might try to do some studying, or I might not."
She pushed away from the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee. "The rest of the week is school and work." She ignored the hard part of what he said. 'If something happens to me' She couldn't even process that. What could possibly happen, no one knew who she was, or who he was.
She held the cup of coffee tightly between her hands. "Serge, I want you to be straight with me." She said seriously. "In your opinion, what are the chances we make it through to the election without my identity becoming known?" She sipped her coffee. "I am not worried about a leak from your team, but how many people are in and out of Erik's office?, before he turned to you, how many people did he talk to in his search for me?" She was just thinking out loud.
"And it begs the question, politically, is hiding me in Eriks best interest? If it comes out later, will his supporters feel betrayed? Like he lied to them in some way?"
She wasn't excited about the possibility of having to come forward, as a matter of fact the idea of being discovered scared the hell out of her, but right now in this moment, her life wasn't entirely her own.
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@SinfulSkills quick reminder Serge TOLD her she was going to election night and took her dress shopping. He even put her shoes on her. Lol “once your hands have been up my skirt you get to call me by my given name”
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