I smoothed down my skirt again, cursed the shoes I was wearing for the seven-hundred-thousand time today and glanced at my phone to check the time. Four thirty-six. Five minutes late and I’m standing outside this sushi joint with a bright smile on my face, my red hair tied in a tight and highly polished ponytail wearing a black shirt, my navy blazer as well as a short navy pencil skirt and these goddamn shoes.
Remind me to murder my boss when he gets here.
An older man spots me and waves heading towards me, it takes me a moment to recognise the mauve (though I prefer wine-red) suit he wears as well as notice the triple cravat he wears around his neck.
“Little Wright.” He says and smiles almost warmly at me.
“Milesy!” My voice comes out surprised, almost squeaking. I really have to stop doing that.
“How are you?” Miles asks, reaching to place a hand on my shoulder. I take a moment to imagine what the people I’m supposed to be meeting here would say if they saw this, the prosecutor’s hand on my shoulder with that smile. For some reason, the thought makes me sad, maybe I’m just being stupid again.
“I’m fine. I’m working in a good job, letting Nicky do his own paperwork.” I pause a little to look at him more clearly, the eyes that Nick swears that I also have, the ashy hair that almost hangs over them as welll as his facial features in general before I speak again, “What about you? How are you?”
“Ah. I’m good, thank you. I must head back to work now, I was only taking a small lunch break, after all.” He nods and smiles at me again before he gives my shoulder a slight squeeze before he walks away.
“Verily.” I mutter under my breath before I turn back to the sushi joint and plaster that smile back onto my face. I curse the shoes again, mentally counting seven-hundred-one-thousand and one.
Two older men who I haven’t seen in my life approach me and ask if I am the assistant for Crescend studios, I nod politely, smile and tell them that I am but Mr Crescend is running a little late. They look a little disappointed until I tell them that they can go inside, since a table is already reserved. I should know, I arranged this meeting last night.
I take out my phone again, scrolling through my contacts until I find the right number.
“Pepper!” The rockstar’s voice was a little groggy, but I could hear the slow breaths in the pause that followed, the breaths that meant he was calmly smoking a cigarette.
“Where the hell are you?” I ask, not even contesting the nickname.
“Stuck in traffic.” I hear him exhale again and tap against the side of his car, “I’ll be there in five. The boys with ya yet?”
I scan my surroundings, hoping to see one of his bandmates around but instead shook my head. “No. Just me and the guys you were supposed to meet five minutes ago.”
“‘Kay, here’s what ya do. Call Leon, ask him where the fuck he is and go sit down. Tell the company guys I got carried away writin’ somethin’ for me then order yourself a fuckin’ drink and relax for once.” A short pause in which I hear him turn up his stereo slightly, blasting out his favourite song (AC/DC’s Highway To Hell) before he hurriedly called “Gotta go, Peps!” and hung up on me.
I followed his instructions, calling Leon who assured me he’d be here in the next 30 seconds, having been held up by an old friend before I stepped inside, I only ordered myself a diet cola, passing on the message that Daryan was running late because he’d been caught up in his job.
As soon as my drink arrived, so did Leon. He had his blond hair hanging over his eyes a little, giving me a slight smile as I took in the plaid shirt he had thrown over a plain black t-shirt. The associates for the record company eyed him strangely.
“This is Leon Jones, he’s Mr Crescend’s drummer and close friend. He’s been asked to sit in on this meeting, if you have no objections.”
“No objections raised, Miss Edgeworth-Wright.” One of the men said.
I noticed Leon attempt to catch my eye,when he knew he had it he mouthed “Sorry for the hold up… Pep.”
It took a couple of minutes for Daryan to actually show up and another hour to get the meeting done with. After I had shook everybody’s hand and made sure they had gone I turned onto Daryan.
“You knew we had a meeting today!” I almost shouted at him, “And you know how uncomfortable I get!”
Daryan just laughed, before he offered me a ride back to the studio. I accepted, jumping in the car alongside Leon until we arrived.
As soon as we arrived I kicked off my shoes, noticing Daryan’s look at me.
“They give me blisters.”
“I could have 'em altered for ya.”
I shook my head, remembering just why Daryan had bought me two pairs of expensive heels.
“No, thank you. The other pair don’t give me any trouble.”
“Not when you’re throwin’ 'em at my head.”
I walked up to my room, finishing my work there for the rest of the day until I got in at 11:20.