Post by alena vasilieva on Jan 29, 2017 6:28:35 GMT
maybe it's serendipity
add sunglasses to her face, konechka in umbreon form by her heels, and she's good to go.
alena misses the days, sometimes, when she wasn't the ceo, only the heir presumptive. when she'd only been a kid at school, even if in her case she's guaranteed employment. but now -
the spotlight is harsher, and the weight is great. it's enough to make anyone crave a bit of normalcy. she doesn't sneak out anymore, though - not in the truest terms of the word. she tells her secretary she's gone for the day, and she drops off the grid.
well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. staryubucks isn't the greatest of places to be anonymous, after all, and less so in gateon's market place. but it's nostalgic, this, having konechka in her lap and her sipping coffee in the corner of the shop, people watching. there's some whispering in the crowd - this isn't phenac, where celebrities walk the streets in broad daylight - but at least none approach her.
alena likes it like that, and leans back in her chair. there's a table for one in front of her, and there's nothing on it save a book she's long-since abandoned. (a businesswoman's life leaves no place for empty hours to simply read.)
but at least she can have this, she thinks, and sighs.
JUNIPER LANSING
alena misses the days, sometimes, when she wasn't the ceo, only the heir presumptive. when she'd only been a kid at school, even if in her case she's guaranteed employment. but now -
the spotlight is harsher, and the weight is great. it's enough to make anyone crave a bit of normalcy. she doesn't sneak out anymore, though - not in the truest terms of the word. she tells her secretary she's gone for the day, and she drops off the grid.
well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. staryubucks isn't the greatest of places to be anonymous, after all, and less so in gateon's market place. but it's nostalgic, this, having konechka in her lap and her sipping coffee in the corner of the shop, people watching. there's some whispering in the crowd - this isn't phenac, where celebrities walk the streets in broad daylight - but at least none approach her.
alena likes it like that, and leans back in her chair. there's a table for one in front of her, and there's nothing on it save a book she's long-since abandoned. (a businesswoman's life leaves no place for empty hours to simply read.)
but at least she can have this, she thinks, and sighs.
JUNIPER LANSING
