She paced the room as he spoke, her hand shaking slightly as she took notes down. On the side table. With a Sharpie. Joy was going to kill her for that. It didn't really matter though, it would probably come off sooner or later and, in her opinion, the words that the obsidian liquid formed on the drab, secondhand dresser was more important than said aforementioned dresser.
She struggled to maintain her focused shade of professionalism as the man continued to talk business, rambling about prices and tour dates. More black flowed onto the rustic cedar as an endless stream of "Yes" 's, "Thank you" 's and "I understand" 's tumbled from her lips. The one conscious thought burning in her brain was that perhaps this was it? Perhaps this was her officially 'making it'?
With one final "Thank you", she hung up, threw the phone onto the sofa and let out a small triumphant sound, somewhere between an 'agh' and a cough before attempting to compose herself before picking up the phone once more in order to break the news to her flat mate...
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Brooklyn Baby
FanfictionWhen Evie gets a gig shooting in concert photography for rising star, King Princess, she knows that her world will never be the same career wise. But will she be prepared for the other changes that come with falling for your one time employer?
