Lucky for her, Dill decided to do his thing next to the fence, and so she had the pleasure of not entering the enclosure to clean up after him. After she had disposed of the little purple bag, she cleansed her hands with alcohol gel and then made the clicking noise with her tongue and teeth again.
Her well trained animal came to the gate, resting his body against it while she clipped on his leash. With a well practiced move she got the leash through and around the gate as she opened it to let him out. With a quick affectionate pat and a smiled "good boy" they set off for her office.
As she walked the four remaining blocks she began to go through her day. Shortly she pushed through the double glass doors into the plush lobby decotated with deep black leather chairs, soft red mood lighting, and dark moody portraiture back lit with black lights. She smiled at the moody little girl that sat behind the reception desk to answer phones, and direct clients. Those in her employ that dealt with the public were not required to wear her fashions, but it was highly encouraged, and often rewarded.
She and Dill entered the hushed orange interior of the elevator and she pushed the button for her top floor offices. After a short three floor ride they exited into a completely different world. It was what any person would expect of corpate offices. Well lit, corridors leading to large plush offices, ficus trees, and the occasional flowering potted plant. Her's was the glass enclosed corner office next to the conference room. She took a few moments to unclip Dill, check her over-night messages, send the important ones to her secretary and jot down the others, water the funny little fern on her windowsill, make sure Dill's water bowl was cycling, and give him a new rawhide bone to chew, before heading back out of her office and down to the floor below.
Fashion week loomed in just three short weeks, making the fitting floor a whirlwind of activity. Meegan stopped at the threshold and let the frenetic atmosphere soak into her very marrow. A small grin curled her lips as she stepped into the room.
She moved to the center of the room and took time to watch each of the seamstresses as they made last final fitting adjustments to the garments. Meegan prefered to use an eclectic blend of models in her shows, as her designs were made for the average teen looking to spook his/her parents. The trick was to keep the smaller more stocky models off the stage with the tall lanky anorexic ones.
When she had taken in her fill of the room, she began to travel around it, correcting stitch placement, seam width, waist line placement and the like. She continued for over two hours, speaking warmly with models, seamstresses, assistants and lackey the same. She did her best to make her little black empire a warm and inviting place, inspiring employee and model loyalty. Of course it didn't hurt that she paid well and provided great benefits.
Her circuit finally finished, she left the room, glancing briefly at the slim onyx watch on her wrist. She had an 11:20 lunch presentation to the studio hosting her show and had just enough time to freshen her make-up and check that the caterers were here and setting up in the second floor presentation room.
A quick swipe of lip color from her emergency arsenol in her office powder room and she was on her way to the dramatic space used for client meetings. The walls were lined in thick black velvet with recessed lighting dripping blood red swatches of light down the wall giving the space the illusion of being esconsed in a blood drenched coffin. The room could be arranged as a small catwalk and audience, a long conference table with executive chairs, or dotted with four person bistro tables around the rounded catwalk. For this particular meeting it was set up with half of the conference table (the center removed and the two end pushed together), with the caterers setting up at the farthest end.
Six Blocks
Meegan stepped from the steam laden haven of her bathroom, wrapped snuggly in an over-sized bath towel, one corner tucked securly between her breasts. Oh, she knew she could walk around her condo in the nude, but the thought made her cringe and the hair on her neck stand on end. As she crossed the room to her bed, she pulled the towel from her past waist-length strawberry blonde hair and stared at the outfit she had chosen for the day.
She cocked her head to the side as she studied the electric blue silk blouse, wool plaid kilt with small lines of the same blue running through it, black leather jacket that would hang the length of her skirt, black knee socks and clunky mary-janes. With a small nod she crossed over to her vanity table and sat on the soft stool before the mirror. She pulled comb, spray bottle and a small bowl of plastic claw clips into the middle of the table. She then combed, and divided her hair into small sections and secured them with the plastic claws. She gave each little bun a spritz of water and then opened a drawer to her left and pulled a small box of florist's wire out. Deft hands began to braid each section of hair around a length of wire then secured the ends with a clear elastic. After twenty minutes she had half of her head done. Giving her neck a rolling stretch, she stood and plodded to the kitchen and the coffee waiting for her. As she sipped the black liquid she absently scratched the top of her dog Dill's head. She smiled at her memory of adopting the animal that would become her new family.
She had finnaly gotten her new studio up and running and was no longer so exhausted at night that she fell into asleep before she landed, and had the luxury of being able to take an hour to get herself ready in the mornings, and found herself lonely. She took a Saturday off and went to the local animal shelter to look into getting a small well-behaved cat, since cats pretty much took care of themselves and it would be another breathing thing in her condo. As she walked into the kennels, she herd mewling to her left and barks and wines to her right. Even though she knew it would be nothing but dogs to her right, curiosity made her turn her head. There in a second level kennel was this little, scrawny puppy with the ugliest tan fur she had ever seen, and a black circle right between his eyes. He wasn't barking or whining or jumping at his cage. He just sat there with his head cocked to the side staring at her. She recognized that gesture as the one she used to study something. Meegan took a step toward the little puppy and he just turned his head to the other side. When she reached his cage, he put a paw through the holes of the cage door and continued to look at her with his head tilted. She grinned at him and stroked the little paw finding it silky like a cocker spaniel's fur, but this little mongrel looked nothing like a spaniel. She turned her head and read his information sheet.
New Arrival
Unnamed
Mixed breed: possibly golden retriever and cocker spaniel, along with other breeds
Shots given with in 24 hrs of arrival
Neutered
She laughed abit at that and turned back to the little guy. "Well, do you think you can be a good boy?" She lifted an eyebrow at him, he gave a short little yip, put his paw down and lay down, staring up at her. She gave a full laugh at him and motioned to the woman waiting for her to make a decision. "I'll take him."
Still chuckling she set her half empty mug on a small cup warmer and returned to the bedroom, Dill followed, plopped himself on his pillow a few feet away to watch. She set about braiding the rest of her hair. When the braids were complete she tisted each one around itself into a spiral. The finished effect looked like someone had gone a bit wacky on Shirly Temple's curls. She grinned at herself in the mirror and then pulled a small box marked "blue combs" from the middle drawer on her left and preceeded to tuck a small hair comb at the base of each braid, the end of the combs were formed by a shimmery blue bit of sea opal that matched her shirt exactly. She put the comb and wire boxes away, pushed the bowl of clawclips, the water bottle and comb back to where they belong and pulled open the top drawer on her right. She took out a bottle of foundation, an aplication sponge, blusher and her brush set, closed the drawer, opened the next and pulled out, four eye color creams, eye-liner, brow pencil and mascara. She closed that drawer and opened the one next to it, pulled out lip color and it's matching liner, then opened the top drawer once more and pulled out a loose powder container. She shut all of the drawers reched to the side of the mirror and turned on the make-up lights that lined the top and sides of her vanity.
Over the next twenty minutes, she applied the small portion of her arsenol that she had removed from the drawers. When she was finished she sat back and studied her handy work. Satisfied, she stood and crossed to her lingerie chest and pulled an electric blue bra and panty set from the third drawer, which held all of her blue and green sets. She returned to the bathroom, closed the door, hung her towel and put on the bra and panties. Meegan plucked her robe from the back of the door, put it on, tied the belt loosely and returned to her bedside. She took off the robe, and got dressed. Studying herself in the three sided mirror at the back of her closet, she decided that the demented school girl look suited her.
She put her robe back on the hook in the bathroom, turned out the lights and left the room. She went into the kitchen, her shoes making a soft thudding noise as she walked, and washed out her coffee cup, the basket of the single cup machine and the bowl she had used for her yogurt and fruit just after waking almost two hours before. She glanced at the clock, "Eight-fifteen, fourty-five minutes until I need to be at work. Plenty of time to take Dill to the dog park and grab a snack from somewhere."
She made a clicking sound with her tongue and teeth and took Dill's leash from the hook by the kitchen door. After hooking the metal clip to his collar she put her purse, portfolio case and briefcase, over her shoulder, and clipped the little pouch to her waist band that held the little bags she used to clean up after Dill. Meegan set the alarm, and locked the door as she left. She waved to Ron and Jake, the couple that lived in the condo below her, since they were sitting on their porch enjoying their own breakfast.
"Love the ringlets, Meegan!"
"Thanks, Jake."
"Have a lovely day, dear."
"You too, Rob. See ya, Jake."
She grinned at them as she walked away, Dill taking his place as close to her leg as he could get with out actually touching her, that was a boundry they had established the first week she had him. She stopped at the little smoothie stand that was about a block from the dog park and ordered a Sunrise, with protein powder. It was the only time she ever put stawberry, orange and banana together. She paid for her smoothie, and they continued on to the park. Once there, she let Dill into the enclosed space reserved for dogs to run about with out leashes. She only entered to clean up after Dill then quickly retreated, doing her best not to get too near the other dogs.
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan paused in her obssesive straightening of the chairs when the phone buzzed and the lobby secretary's voice filled the room.
"Your eleven-thirty is here."
"Thank you Ella. I will be right down."
She crossed to the door and pulled a small panel from the wall and checked her hair and make up in the small well lit mirror within. She left the room, and as she waited for the elevator she fingered the small silver cross that had rested between her breasts since her second day here, and she had learned what sinister things walked the streets of Nachton.
~Fin.
"Your eleven-thirty is here."
"Thank you Ella. I will be right down."
She crossed to the door and pulled a small panel from the wall and checked her hair and make up in the small well lit mirror within. She left the room, and as she waited for the elevator she fingered the small silver cross that had rested between her breasts since her second day here, and she had learned what sinister things walked the streets of Nachton.
~Fin.