Technical Support

Story Summary: Looks aren’t everything. Whoever said that must have been ugly because apparently, in the world of top class business, looks and money mattered more than skills. What girl in her right mind that possessed neither of the above would even try to compete? Maybe some would, but throw in a malfunctioning computer, running in black stilettos, an erratic friend with more fetishes than most males and a devilishly conceited elevator boy and we have ourselves a bit of a problem. Who would have ever thought cubicle work could be so dramatic?

A/N: My first original story, please enjoy and be kind!

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Chapter One

The Devil Himself

The city streets pulsed with life in the early and chilly morning, the gentle caress of dawn casting a shadow over the towering buildings downtown. Already, morning traffic could be heard all around; every employee in every building listening as the honking grew more violent. Most long-term employees had grown accustomed to all the bustling street noises to the point where it didn’t bother them or interfere with their work. That is, unless you were extremely late for work because of staying up late and studying, had been stuck in the traffic, had coffee spill on your lap and had a very important presentation that was currently incomplete. Then, you were pissed as hell.

Indeed, Aaliya Chione was extremely pissed off. So many things had gone wrong in the few hours she had after waking up that she could barely recount them as she shoved and pushed past the bodies packed into the tiny bus. Her black dress pants had a huge stain on the crotch region from the hot coffee, which had not failed to burn her thighs. Her Laptop had dropped more than enough times for her to presume it must have been at least somewhat broken and because she had been so sleepy and in such a rush, she had slipped on the ridiculous black stilettos her best friend forgot at her place instead of her comfortable flats. So yes, she had fallen on her ass numerous times since closing her apartment door to the damn bus stop. The other times...well, she was just thankful she wasn’t wearing a skirt.

As soon as she had gotten off, she was greeted with the cool and chilly autumn wind, causing a shiver to go up her spine and Goosebumps to form all over her body. Desperately, she tried to balance her laptop and her purse while speed walking in heels and adjusting her black and white checkered coat so that the wind didn’t seep through her flimsy white collared shirt where only her bra remained covering her. People moved past her, on their cell phones and speed walking just as fast as her. The ones on their phones seemed to be yelling, especially the men in high class business suits. The classy women, who looked like they were going to a garden party rather than work, seemed to be either gossiping or talking sweetly with a lover.

Hardly anyone gave her a glance, even when she almost fell over because of her heel getting caught in a crack in the sidewalk. Maybe she was thankful people were so ignorant and that she was so insignificant to them. On the other hand, she could have been dying on the sidewalk and no one would have noticed or cared. Then again, that might be more due to the fact that she was a nobody, being not only the youngest on the entire street but also the youngest female who didn’t have enough money to afford Gucci or Dolce and Gabbana. Not that it mattered to her; there was nothing wrong with shopping at Sears or Wal-Mart. Especially if you were a full-time student.

Unfortunately, not everyone thought that way so it wasn’t very surprising when everyone gave her a disgusted look when she entered the second tallest building on the block. It didn’t help that the fashion magazine was right next door. If she had a quarter for every damn skinny model like girl dressed in designer brands that either looked down at her or made a nasty remark on her outfit or look, she would have been rich enough to buy out every single industry in the city. But right now, she was still running past all of them, too preoccupied with being late and being fired to care about what they had to say today.

With her free hand, she pulled open the extremely heavy doors of the building and stumbled inside, almost losing her footing because of the plush carpet. God, she hated carpets and stilettos. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

“Good mornin’ Aaliya, best be in a hurry. You’re a good fifty minutes late. Mr. Davanport isn’t going to be too happy.”

Leave it to Bill to keep me optimistic and filled in on the unnecessary and already known details.

“Thanks, Bill! I’ll see to that.”

With that, he let her in and she made a quick dash to the elevators, not being able to stand still even for a moment as she waited. The mirrors that covered the walls allowed her to witness the disaster she looked like at that moment. She cringed at her own reflection and put down her laptop so that she could look at least somewhat presentable. Her hair was free and not combed very well, leaving it unruly and frizzy. That’s what happened when you stayed up all night studying and fell asleep on your desk. You woke up with papers and pencils stuck in your hair; especially if you had curls and waves. She quickly organized the dark waves so that her hairline was visible and so that it fell somewhat normally against her shoulders and mid back.

She adjusted her clothes so that it looked as if the wind hadn’t created folds or creases in her shirt and pants. Unfortunately, the stain remained as well as the natural redness that coated her porcelain cheeks and nose. The little make up she wore had thankfully stayed intact, something she was very grateful for. Finally, the ring went off and the elevator doors opened. She quickly picked up her laptop and rushed inside, happy that no one was inside and that no one got on either.

She pressed the button marked 21 and waited as the doors closed, her heart still beating at an extremely fast pace, almost choking her. She bit down on her bottom lip and tapped her right foot in anxiety and frustration. Her free hand kept running through her messy hair in an attempt to make it look combed.

Floor Eight

Could the elevator go any slower? She checked her wrist watch for the time and grew even more impatient when she realized she was officially fifty seven minutes late. For an elevator that was not only massive but furnished better than her own apartment, she didn’t understand why it was so slow.

Floor Fifteen

She sighed and started pacing the elevator, her toes already hurting because of the pumps. She cursed under her breath when she nearly tripped again on the carpeted floor. Thankfully she had clung to the golden railings in the elevator and saved herself from getting any more bruises on her ass.

Floor Nineteen

One more damn floor and maybe she wouldn’t have to be a complete hour late. She would be out of here and face the consequences and then it would all be over and she’d go back to work and that would be the end of it all. The bad morning would eventually come to an end. Well, that’s what would have happened if the elevator hadn’t stopped on the twentieth floor.

The elevator opened its doors and Aaliya’s watch told her she was a good hour late now. She was going to kill whoever pressed the damn button. When no one stepped inside, she quickly began pressing the door close button. That was when a strong, male hand stopped the door from closing. Aaliya gulped.

“Wait up!”

The action was followed by a masculine voice that had the smallest hint of agitation. Aaliya stiffened and anger flared in her lively dough brown eyes. She was just about to tell the punk off for officially making her an hour late when after pushing the door completely open, the man came into full view. Aaliya’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened, her mouth unable to find the words to speak.

He was extremely tall, much taller than her which was rare for a male; she would estimate around six foot five. His light golden tanned skin gleamed under the soft light of the elevator and hallway from which he entered. His hair was cut stylishly, bangs just a little above completely covering his eyes and natural blonde highlights against the light brown locks shining under the attention of light. The texture looked soft and Aaliya was tempted to touch it to be sure that it was real. His eyes were in complete contrast in comparison with his skin tone and hair; a shocking and pale blue, the colour of ice itself. They sparkled under the furrow of his dark eyebrows, even in annoyance. She finally realized he was glaring at her. Shit.

Thankfully, nothing was said and she turned her gaze away from him no matter how much she longed to analyze him, eager to find some sort of catch; some kind of flaw. The elevator door opened again and she ran off, eager to get away from him before she noticed one too many good details. Nothing good ever came out of being attracted to your typical attractive male model slash jock. Besides, thanks to him, she was officially an hour and two minutes late.

The office was busy, as usual and she received a few looks from coworkers that probably foreshadowed the awful mess that was to come. Running to her own little cubicle, she tried her hardest not to fall because of her stilettos. She placed her laptop on her desk next to her large computer and quickly put her purse away as well as her coat. She then turned on both computers and went about searching for her papers for the presentation she was already extremely late for.

“Wow, why did you even bother showing up? You realize you are attending your own funeral right? If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was suicide.”

Aaliya didn’t bother looking up to see the owner of the voice, fully already aware that is was Isabella Fiore, the friend who’s stilettos had caused one too many accidents in one morning.

“I don’t need this right now, Izzy. I know I’m dead meat but I’m going to have to try my best. How about you make yourself useful for once and give me the 411 on whatever it is I missed?”

She heard Isabella kiss her teeth in annoyance as she continued going through file after file, searching for the specific paper that contained all her notes about the web design.

“Well, the company representative is a complete ass for starters and you know how Mr. Davanport is homophobic? Yeah, not only did they send a representative but a gay one for God’s sake. It’s hell ready to break loose. So you being an hour late obviously gives the boss a perfect way of taking out all his anger. Smart girl, Aaliya, very smart.”

“I don’t need the extra comments, drama queen! I messed up, I know but how the heck do you even know the guy is gay? He could be metro. Besides, the boss isn’t homophobic...His son is gay! How can he hate gays?”

Isabella said nothing and Aaliya looked up to see her with a quirked up eyebrow and an expression that indicated she had just said something stupid beyond explaining.

“Just get your shit together, go in there and you’ll see for yourself. Beware; you’re in hot water today missy.”

After running through the same files twice, Aaliya finally found the paper she was looking for. Grabbing it, she sat down and immediately started finishing up the final touch-ups to the website.

“By the way, I need my stilettos back. I have a hot date tonight with Italian boy and he’s got some kinky foot fetish so I gotta work my stuff.”

Aaliya rolled her eyes and continued to type away, straining her eyes back and forth from the paper to the laptop screen.

“When don’t you have a hot date with some really twisted and kinky foreign guy? Don’t you think it’s about time you tried something a little classier?”

Isabella pouted but Aaliya was still busy tapping away furiously at her keyboard, hitting enter when she was finally done.

“Finally! Okay, wish me luck, I might need it.”

“Hun, I don’t think that if Jesus came down from the mighty heavens himself to help you that it would actually work. You need a miracle.”

“Thanks Izzy! I love you too!”

With that, Aaliya shut her lap top, grabbed it as well as her papers and dashed off towards the main office where the meetings took place. She took in a deep breath before opening the door, fully prepared to take the hit that was coming her way.

“Mr. Davanport, I am so utterly sorry that I am this late! Good news is that I have al-”

Aaliya paused when she saw what was going on before her very eyes. Apparently, she was interrupting a presentation and so every set of eyes in that room were now fixed on her, coffee crotch stain and all. The worst was the pair of sharp blue eyes that had been glaring at her only moments before. Elevator boy was presenting her presentation and Mr. Davanport had had a smile on his face up until the point that she walked into the room.

“Aaliya, you can go back to your cubicle and finish up on filling out the rest of those papers. I’ll be seeing you after this meeting.”

Aaliya gulped, nervousness causing her palms to grow sweaty and anger and embarrassment causing her face and eyes to flare. She didn’t know which emotion was more dominant; the urge to cry or the urge to scream and tear the room apart. But if she wanted to keep her job, she was better off not doing either.

“Y-yes sir...My apologies.”

Aaliya looked down at the floor, walking out of the room with an entire jungle of emotions eating her up inside. Aaliya made her way to her cubicle with her head raised high, not allowing her emotions to get the best of her.

“Well, that was damn quick. Is that good or bad?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Izzy.”

“Bad it is. Need comfort? I brought a massive box of it. Just in case.”

Aaliya looked up at her friend, her long red hair tied back into a ponytail with her side bangs covering a single emerald eye. She sighed and closed her eyes, feeling the pain of an oncoming headache already.

“You know you waaaaaaaaaaaaaant it.”

“What did you smuggle in this time? And it better not be the same chocolate box you got from your ex so that it would help turn you on for sex. That was gross. I still can’t believe you fed me one.”

Isabella giggled as Aaliya began filling out the said papers that needed to be complete by the end of the week. The idea of that chocolate being in her mouth still disgusted her. She was surprised she had even managed to digest it.

“No, no. It’s not sex chocolate. Regular chocolate for ‘just in case’ times like these. I’m saving the sex chocolate for tonight, unless Italian boy doesn’t need it.”

Aaliya stopped what she was doing to look up at her friend, disgust evident in her expression.

“What?!”

Isabella looked back with confusion, brushing the straight auburn hair out of her eye if only a little.

“Nothing. Just keep your sex life to yourself please. I really don’t want to know.”

“Haha, how can I tell you really need to get laid? I bet you’re still a virgin.”

Silence. Aaliya went back to filling out her papers, a clear indication that she was no longer interested in the conversation or where it was going. More laughter came from the cubicle next to hers, echoing as Isabella slunk back down to her own chair.

“One way or another, I’ll be sure you have some absurdly good looking boy toy to fool around with. There is no way you’re graduating university a virgin.”

“Shutup, Izzy.”

Aaliya must have read the same line fifty times because of her lack of concentration and had been tapping her pen a little too violently against the table. The events of the morning still hadn’t vanished like she’d been hoping they would. The emotions were still burning inside of her and she couldn’t help but break out into a nervous sweat when she heard the door of the office open and close, the happy chit chat of business men who had achieved their goal flooding her ears.

“Oh...my...God. Aaliya, you have got to look at this! I think I found it!”

Aaliya stood up, looking at a very star struck Isabella that was staring at the crowd of chipper business men, one of which did look flamboyant compared to the rest. He had a head of brown curls that were gelled to perfection. He was much shorter than the other men, not to mention a lot skinnier and had on a very classy purple and pink striped collared shirt with a soft pink tie. Aaliya sighed; he was probably just metro and seemed to be pulling it off very well with class.

“What the heck have you found? And the guy does not look gay; he’s actually very handsome and classy. So stop being so judgemental!”

“I’m not talking about him. Check out the beautiful man that has all the attention right now. He’s sort of hard to miss; extremely tall, has very sexy hair and is probably the one with the best body out of the entire group! Oh my, check out that smile! I bet he’s a heartbreaker!”

Aaliya felt her heart stop for a brief moment; the presentation thief and quite possibly, career thief. As soon as she spotted him, a new found anger for the man welled up inside of her; he was stealing her attention, it was supposed to be her up there receiving the congratulations for her brilliant idea. It was supposed to be her making her boss smile proudly. It was supposed to be her up there getting her ass checked out by the classy dressed guy. Aaliya’s eyes widened.

“He’s checking out his ass?!”

Silence rang throughout the entire floor. Everyone had turned their attention to Aaliya, including an awestruck Isabella whose green eyes widened in pure horror. Aaliya felt the heat rush to her cheeks, probably permanently colouring her entire face red. She dared not to move, staring ahead where brown eyes met with ice blue ones. He was staring right at her, giving her an extremely quizzical and weird look. Aaliya couldn’t tell which dominated his expression more. The shorter man with the pink tie was also staring at her but instead, had complete disgust written on his face. Without another word, Aaliya slid back down into her computer chair, much too embarrassed to utter a word or show her face.

She laid her head in her arms on the desk, the tears officially ready to spill. She fought them off, repeating to herself that she would not cry; that it would make her look weak and vulnerable and she was indeed not like that. Slowly, after the phones began ringing again, voices picked up again and she could have sworn she heard a few muffled whispers that were most likely about her. Not that it was anything new; she was always the butt of every joke in the entire building. Truly, this morning could not have gotten any worse and her massive headache didn’t help much.

“Aaliya, honey? The boss is here...you might want to wake up and at least pretend you were working.”

Hesitantly, she brought her aching head up at the sound of Isabella’s worried voice; funny how her tone changed when the topic became serious.

“Aaliya, I need to speak to you in my office. Vincent, please follow me as well. Before you leave, I’d like to run some things by you.”

“Of course, no problem.”

Aaliya groaned, finding it near impossible to clear her blurry eyes, much less drag her ass to her boss’ office. She heard the footsteps fade away as well as the light hearted talking and took it as her queue to start moving before she seriously got fired. Although she didn’t look over at her, she could feel Isabella’s piercing eyes staring at her with worry. No doubt about it, she was going to be interrogated afterwards. Today was not a good day. Then again, no day was ever really good. Somehow, with her luck, something always went wrong.

She picked herself up and started walking towards the office, her boss’ back as well as the elevator boy’s disappearing behind the doors ahead of her. When she started moving, the noise level died down except for a few whispers. Nice; the bastards don’t even have enough decency to be discreet about talking about her. She paid them no attention, too upset and wallowing in her own self pity to care.

She opened the door, feeling weak and pathetic as she did so, sighing as she stepped inside the nicely furnished room. The room was filled with what any typical rich boss would have; a fish tank filled with rare types, a flat screen TV, a top notch CPU, a wonderfully large table, a comfortable computer chair, the lovely view of the city with plenty of sunlight and of course, an enormous amount of space with two chairs placed in front of his desk. One of said chairs was taken by the hulk himself while her boss was seated comfortable in the best chair in the entire building.

As soon as she had walked in, silence pursued and both sets of eyes turned to stare at her. Oh boy, this was going to be one hell of a morning. Talk about the cherry on top of the icing.

“Aaliya, this is Vincent LeBeau. I’d like you to meet him. Vince, it’s alright if I call you that right? I’d like you to meet Aaliya Chione, one of our new designers and also a university student.”

“Vince is fine, sir. Pleasure to...meet you, Aaliya.”

Vincent got up, giving her his full height, almost mockingly. She would have stood taller but she remembered the stilettos were still hurting her feet. At five foot ten, she considered herself taller than most but for once, she felt small. He smiled at her, pearly whites almost shining and bright eyes glinting in her direction. He reached out a lightly tanned arm and she couldn’t help but notice how the naked forearm screamed to her that he worked out. She looked up after examining his hand and smiled back, almost sarcastically, but didn’t give him the greeting he wanted. Instead, she left him hanging and took the empty seat next to him, leaving him perplexed and confused.

He stared at his hand like it had some sort of disease and then shrugged it off and sat back down. All eyes were on the big man himself at this point.

“Alright, I called you both in here at the same time because I simply don’t have the time to pull you both aside and speak to you individually. So, please pardon me for that. On a side note, I do want to start off with good news and some positive feedback. So Vince, I’d like to say that I was extremely impressed in there with what you did; it’s incredible that you had so little to work with and so little time and yet, your idea won them over! In all my years of hiring talented and smart employees, I have yet to see one set such a record.”

Aaliya turned to look at a glowing Vincent, his soft lips curved into a modest smile. Why did it seem so sarcastic? Something told her he was rubbing it in her face. Maybe it was the fact that the man seemed to have it all. Just maybe.

“Well, I do try my best and I work even better under pressure. I was still hoping you’d like to go over my resume, just so you know where I’m coming from and my educational background. I already tried submitting it through the internet, but when I got no reply back, I figured I’d come up here to see you personally.”

Kiss ass. Aaliya had to bite back saying that one out loud, too. Her big mouth had gotten her in enough hot water as it was. However, she couldn’t help but want to smack that perfect ‘sexy’ grin right off his face if it would have made her feel better. She could almost see the wonderful red handprint that would mark the flawless skin and it brought a sly smile to her face. If her boss was buying any of this garbage, he was truly very gullible. Unfortunately, when Aaliya looked back at him, fully expecting him to tell him they didn’t hire fake jack asses; she was disappointed to see him smiling like a bashful child being complimented on a drawing.

“I’m very glad you have such an attitude; makes me happy to see there are still some people out there who actually care about a job enough to come and personally see the boss. Young people nowadays have no respect and just throw in a resume, thinking it’s all they need to get the job. Vince, I already like you which is both a scary and interesting thing. But I will definitely have a look at your resume and give you a call personally. I’d like to thank you for coming in and taking such a vital blow for us.”

Aaliya gagged in her head. This entire conversation was sickening her. Since when did employers act so...nice to possible employees? She looked back at Vincent only to see a broad smile gracing his face, white teeth flashing against tanned skin. God, how she wanted to slap him.

“Thank you very much sir, I greatly appreciate the time you took. I should be thankful if anything, thanks to someone else’s mistake, I had the chance to prove my capabilities.”

Aaliya clutched her fists, turning to face him with wide and angry eyes. He avoided eye contact with her completely as both him and Mr. Davanport stood up and shook hands. Her mouth was slightly open, still shocked that he had just taken a shot at her right under Mr. Davanport’s nose. Maybe that was revenge for what had happened in the elevator.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Vincent.”

With that, the handshake ended and Vincent turned, giving his back to the boss and staring right at Aaliya. He smiled cheekily and gave her a quick wink before disappearing out of the office. Aaliya’s mouth remained opened as she stared at the now closed door, watching his shadow turn a corner behind the thick glass.

“A very impressive resume indeed. The man is a complete genius! A university graduate who finished in the top 20th percentile in the entire school. I’d say I’d be nuts not to hire him. I couldn’t believe how he took over in there and knocked the little man off his heels. In only a matter of five minutes, too! Incredible...completely incredible. I can’t think of another word to describe him.”

How about conceited ass? That’s nice and colourful. Aaliya rolled her eyes in agitation as Mr. Davanport’s grew wider as they moved down the paper.

“Sir, I don’t mean to interrupt, but I believe you wanted to talk to me about something?”

She had to literally bite back on her tongue from soundly ruder or any angrier at that point. But her voice had caused Mr. Davanport’s smile to fade and his beady hazel eyes to glare at her. She tried her best to give him an innocent and cute smile, but cute wasn’t her style.

“Yes...I almost forgot about...that. Well Aaliya, I’m sure you are very aware of the reason as to why I called you in here. You realize that you were extremely late and extremely unprepared for a very important presentation? In this company, I do not tolerate this and it has definitely never happened before, not under my watch anyways. I must say I am disappointed in you greatly, that you have let me down.”

He looked at her as if he was accusing a child for doing something very bad; the scolding more evident in his eyes than his voice. Aaliya looked down guiltily, bracing herself against the self dissatisfaction enveloping her.

Her boss sighed before continuing, “However, it was your first presentation and I do take into account that you have had no prior work experience in this field before. I also am aware that you are a student and it is because of this that you are indispensable to me and the company. I’ll let this slip for now, but I don’t ever want it happening again, otherwise my kindness will wear thin. Next time, Aaliya, I hope you won’t fail.”

Aaliya looked up, through with twiddling her thumbs in nervous anticipation. She was shocked; she could have sworn she would have gotten fired. She looked determined though, positive that these mistakes would never happen again.

“Yes sir, I’ll be sure of that.”

“Also, try not to come into work with...dirty pants. It’s very unprofessional. And keep those comments to yourself, I know it’s difficult but...If I can do it, so can you.”

Her cheeks burned and she nodded without making any eye contact, too embarrassed to say anything. With that, she stood up and walked out of the office, the door closing behind her. Finally, she took in a deep breath. It was over. The worst part anyways.

Now she just had to deal with the bad looks she received from every other employee and snide remarks but that was never anything new. There wasn’t a single day that someone didn’t insult her; she was finally immune to bullying, if only a little. Still, she walked back to her desk with her head held up high and ignoring the persistent whispering and penetrating stares.

“Everyone shut the hell up and get back to work before I go Jackie Chan on your ass! Don’t make me demonstrate!! Nothing to see here folks, so please look for a different purpose in life.”

Isabella seemed to be getting violent, her flamboyant red hair matching her quick temper. Strangely enough, most of the workers went back to their job, although perhaps saying something nasty about Izzy before doing so. Once Aaliya sat back down at her desk, Isabella turned her attention towards her, anger changing to worry.

“It feels good to sit down. After all that, my legs were feeling extremely stiff, as if I had been running for over ten hours.”

Isabella sighed and gave her a hard look before adding, “We’re talking about this, missy; maybe not right now, but either at lunch or after work. Don’t think you’re getting out of it.”

Aaliya didn’t feel up for much talking at the moment and just took pleasure in smiling instead of having to move her mouth.

“I also want all the dirt on sweet ass. Don’t give me that look, you know who I’m talking about; the guy who was having his ass checked out by the representative, the one who walked into the office with the boss with you.”

Aaliya ignored Isabella for what seemed the millionth time that day and simply went back to work, the tiny letters straining her eyes and helping her forget about the previous events and that she’d be laughed at for the rest of her life, if she didn’t get fired first that is.

Isabella sighed and went back to work as well when she noticed Aaliya was officially a lost cause at this point. Although she had only known her for about two months, Isabella knew when Aaliya went into her silence mode. She had picked up on it on the first day. Whenever she would experience something bad or be either completely angry or depressed, Aaliya would go quiet and either smile sarcastically or ignore someone completely. When confronted about her habit, she merely said she liked to have her own space and alone time where she could recollect and organize her thoughts and feelings. In other words, it meant to leave her the hell alone before she would either explode into tears and anger. Isabella didn’t try testing that; the quiet ones were always the most violent.

Hopefully by lunch time, she would have cooled off enough to explain exactly everything that had just gone down.

“Izzy...”

“Hmmm?”

“...Why are there candy wrappers in my purse and coat pocket?”

Silence.

“Candy wrappers?”

Isabella looked over again, watching as Aaliya stared absentmindedly at the back of a tiny square purple package that read TROJAN.

“Cherry flavoured?”

Isabella’s green eyes widened and she hastily grabbed the purse before Aaliya could get her hands on any more of the packages.

“Wow, never thought you’d ever need a condom, Aaliya.”

A male voice snickered from overhead, laughing at his own joke and allowing the rest of the employees in the vicinity to laugh as well. Aaliya flushed and Isabella fumed, pale face turning a shed darker than her hair. Could the day have gotten any worse?

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A/N: Thanks for reading, reviews and constructive criticism are welcome!