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She flipped her phone open as soon as she exited the debriefing room. She hated to do this now but what had to be done had to be done. Lucille
had just picked
up the other end when Bella felt herself being swept away by a couple of medics. She didn't have much time to react to what
was going on around her because she
had to deal with her personal assistant. "Lucille hi...yes�no�because I haven't finished�" Bella was ushered into a room with a desk, a bed, a chair. One of the medics shoved her toward the bed so she obligingly sat on it. "Give me some news Lucille." She was being patient with her personal assistant but that would not last long. A medic came at her with a stethoscope and asked her to remove her shirt. "No I'm not taking my shirt off those things are always cold�huh? Oh I'm at the doc getting check up...no its routine, don't fret. Numbers, Lucille talk to me. Yeah. Uh huh. Oh my! Huh? Oh nothing just something here shocked me." The doc had pulled her shirt up at the back and put the cold stethoscope on her warm skin. "No I'm not coming back today and I don't know when�because I have things to do�I can't argue the point with you now�you'll do fine. Yes I know�No you can't stick that think in my mouth I can't talk if you do thaaaaaaa." She hated this and two conversations were not easy to have. Then Lucille told her something that made her stand up, her patience gone. "What!? Christ. Ok give me the number." She snatched a piece of paper and pen up from the table and scribbled on it frantically. She closed her phone then headed for the door. The medics came after her but she stopped and turned towards them. "The next person to ask me to say `ahh' or prod at me is going to get hurt. Understand?" She paused for a second and then turned and left�without pursuers she noticed with relief. She was on the phone again as she marched down the corridor toward her locker, she was not being nice, she was in fact barking orders, very business like, very efficient, very irritated. She passed Jordan on her way but she was so busy that she didn't acknowledge the woman. By the time she had reached her locker room she had finished with that call and was back on the phone to Lucille. "Ok shut up and listen. The supplies will be there within a week. Get the numbers crunched quickly, get the designs under way and I want to see the guy you mentioned earlier. If the new line has done well enough we may be able to afford a new one so I'll see him. Set up and appointment. When? Um�make it�" She sat down in front of her locker and looked around for a minute. "Shit I don't know when�ok it'll have to be a phone meeting, give me the number, you ring him, find out when is good for me to contact him and message me the info I'll get in touch. Good ok." She was about to hang up when she had a thought. "Lucille�.you've done good, very very good, keep it up." She hung up and sighed, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. When she opened her eyes she was calmer. "I should fire that girl." She mused to herself then opened her locker and started rifling through it. Return |
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