I had been working on this car for a number of hours, utterly unable to achieve a smooth hum of the engine I wasn't sure what the problem with the car was. The loud clacking of heels against the concrete floor of the garage alerted me to the presence of my mother, Susanne Meyer, the current CEO of BMW manufacturing. She walked up to me in her perfectly tailored black suit, her eyes narrowing down on me with an exasperated sigh.
"I texted you." Mum says to me.
"I'm sorry, this car, it's just been exasperating!" I let out with a frustrated slight growl. She looks down at me a small smile pulling on her lips. "What?" I ask her, a smile almost identical to hers growing on my own face. "You and I are one in the same kid." She replies, gesturing to the dark blue BMW I'm working on.
"Anyway" I say dusting off my hands before attempting to wipe the sweat off my forehead. "What did you want to talk about" I ask her absently wondering if I would go clubbing with the girls tonight
"Well actually, your father and I have been discussing this for a while but we think its time for you to settle down a bit." She says her stance unmoving. I freeze, I'm not sure where I expected this conversation to go but it was for sure not there.
"What do you mean." I ask, my posture and stance as demanding as hers. She raises an eyebrow at me and I immediately back down, no need to anger the beast.
"I mean." She says with a sigh, relaxing her posture a little bit and putting her hand to her head. "You're not eighteen anymore, you're twenty-seven and I think its time you start to live life a little slower, maybe make some real commitments." She explains before looking me in the eyes a little nervously, is she implying what I think she is?
"What are you saying." I ask tiredly rubbing my eyes lightly, stars appearing behind them.
"I mean, stop playing with cars and take a full interest in the rest of the business-"
"I do take an interest in the business!" I exclaim, mum hits me with a look that immediately makes me shut up
"I mean its time to take an official and full time role." She says, before I can say anything she raises a hand stopping me. "And not just that Alana, I mean you go to clubs and parties constantly, it's time to realise you won't be young forever."
"All the more reason to live it to the fullest!" I reply, mum scoffs. "I think you've done that pretty well already Alana." She says her face full of judgement. I throw my hands up with a sigh.
"We can continue this conversation later Alana." She says, leaving me alone to wallow in my own frustration. I grab a fistful of my hair, breathing in and out trying not to allow myself to get even more worked up.
I drove home quickly, my blood boiled, I knew what I needed. When I got home I called my girls. Maria picked up immediately.
"Hey girl what's up?" She asks
"Had a fun conversation with my mum today." I say gritting my teeth.
"Oh so it was that kind of day." She replies
"Yep, so guess what I have VIP access to." I say, slightly more relaxed now, switching my phone to speaker as I dug through my wardrobe trying to pick an outfit.
"No way. You did not get us into Infinite. Lana that club opened like last bloody week and already?" She exclaims the excitement shining through her voice from the other side of the phone.
"I have my connections you know that Mari." I say with a laugh
"You sure do."
"Anyway wanna meet at my place around 8 and we can get ready"
"Yes perfect!"
"You get Char?"
"On it, she might be working tonight though you know how it can get."
"Oh shit yeah." I say biting my lip slightly with a light sigh. "Hopefully she can."
"See you later bestie."
"Byeee" we say in sync before hanging up the phone
I drove my black Maserati into the carpark beneath my apartment complex, parking in one of the two designated spots for my apartment. I kiss my baby goodbye giving my car a little wave and walked into the lift, humming as I went. I went straight to my floor, it was one of three apartments on the floor, in the nicer part of London, even though work was barely half an hour away it often took me over an hour to get home during the good traffic of London. I dropped my keys on the beautiful wooden bench of my kitchen, taking a deep breath and releasing the negative energy of the day. I headed to the bathroom needing to change and wash the grime of the day off me.
I pulled my hair from its tight ponytail, sighing at the instead relief from the tension on my head. I look in the mirror almost laughing as I saw the shear amount of oil and dirt on my face. Part of the job I guess, I open the left mirror cabinet, pulling out my face washer and then my makeup bag after it. It took a few wipes but after I had most of the dirt off of my face I placed the cloth in the sink. I shrugged off my navy blue engineering suit and then my underclothes, turning on the shower and stepping under the spray, I let out a yelp at how cold it is and jump back out shivering, I wait a few seconds, cursing myself. I always bloody manage to do that, fucking water heater. A few moments after I check the heat of the water with my hand, finding it warm and stepping back under the fall of water, I take my time clearing myself off before getting out the shower.
After drying off and putting on my silky pink dressing gown and matching fluffy slippers I stared into the mirror inspecting my now clean and somewhat refreshed face. I had long brown hair that I had inherited from my dad, it laid down my back to about where my shoulder blades were. I had blue eyes and a small nose, freckles splattered across it. My lips were small to medium, with a defined cupids bow, my face was curved angling down to a pointed chin that laid slightly flat at the bottom. I looked down, almost all of my body was covered in freckles, I hated them, they made me feel like someone had blown their nose on me and hadn't bothered to clean them up, it was a major insecurity of mine.
