Time to face the world
Seven days passed and Meegan spent the majority of it in a crying depressed haze. Until this particular morning. She woke with a clarity in her mind that startled her. She showered on her own, also a first in over a week, and dressed carefully, even plucking a few stray eyebrows, arranging her hair just so, and applying meticulous make-up.
With a little help from Rachyl she dressed in a black corset, black ankle length leather skirt, and a black leather shrug. She completed the outfit with knee high leather boots and took herself and Rachyl into work. Well the cab driver drove, but still the sentiment is the same.
The majority of the morning was spent speaking with her employees and catching up on the enormous pile of work on her desk. She needed to draw her spring line, but she was in the mood to plan a party. A big party and so she called Rachyl into her office.
Five hundred emails... Almost eliciting an expletive, she shook her head and dug into the work on her desk...
Until Meegan called her in. Dill was almost ecstatic to see her, too, and she sat in the chair. "Hi."
"I want to throw a party. A big giant one. Any ideas?"
She loved to spring this kind of stuff on Rachyl. She was amazing at thinking on her feet and usually had great ideas. Dill put his paws on her thigh again, and she obligingly scratched behind his ears. She was going to have to break him of this again. She really didn't like him on her clothes.
"I want something big, really big."
She blinked and tilted her head. "Okay, maybe I'm starting with the base ideas... somewhere to start, right?"
She put a finger to her bottom lip and tapped it softly.
"I know!" She all but shouted. "A gala, a charity gala!"
"There's a ball room at the Convention Center, remember that's where that Halloween thing was? We should have it there. Oh, with a fashion show, yeah."
She was scribbling furiously, hoping she'd be able to read it all when she was done. Yes, this was going to be fun and just the therapy she needs.
Rachyl rested her chin in her hand, and her elbow on the chair's arm. A sparkle lit up in her eye, and she asked, "You mean there's no kids-only charity in Nachton? I would think they'd call it Nachton Benefits Infants, Toddlers, and Everyone Small... or NBITES!"
She pursed her lips tightly, shoulders quivering, trying to hold down her laughter.
"Oh my God Rachyl, that is so wrong."
She let her pen drop to her desk and enjoyed the good belly laugh from Rachyl's obvious joke.
"We should start one, and call it that. I think it would engender a great deal of support, don't you?"
Wiping a tear from her eye, she tore the top sheet from the pad and started making a list of names. Rachyl was going to be on the phone all afternoon, but then again so was she.
"Thanks, sweety, I needed that." She handed the list to Rachyl. "Get what you can out of those people. Most of them will try to be all, "Well we can give a basket." Do not fall for it. Tell them if they want to donate the minimum is three hundred. Okay?"
She tapped at her computer and brought up her name and numbers dealy and smiled at Rachyl. "Don't worry, they'll donate just be firm with them."
She took the list of names when handed them and started the calls.
One of the folks she contacted said to her, "But it's not even Thanksgiving yet! How can you be asking for money now?"
She calmly, logically responded, "The same way you set your alarm for the next day. Because the next day is coming. And soon, tomorrow will be the day of the Nachton Childrens' Hospital Gala Event, sponsored by Gothic-Ah Fashions. The same way you put money in the bank for a rainy day. Why you put money into a 401k or a pension fund. Because the future is coming, and the children, to borrow a cliched phrase, are our future."
That person donated a thousand dollars.
By the time they was finished she had enough cash and material donations to run a huge silent auction, pay for the entire evening, and give a large check to the hospital, with out anything in the auction selling. She was very very pleased.
"Now I just have to decide who's going to cater the thing."
A beeping sound came from Rachyl's office. "Speaking of food, it's lunchtime. Where're we going?" She grinned, then flushed slightly as her stomach rumbled noisily.
She'd deal with the caterer after lunch, when her decision wouldn't be swayed by her empty tummy.
The meals at the Mansion had been pretty much soup, salad, and sandwiches, or any combination of the three... And Rachyl was slightly tired of the three S simple foods.
Meegan saved the stuff she had open on her desktop and set her voice mail to away, and dug in her drawer for her purse. She gave Dill a treat from the jar on her desk and grabbed her jacket as it had been windy all day.
It was moments like this that gave Rachyl an extra spin of "ooooh wow" when with Meegan. The moments where she was about to be introduced to something completely new, that she would definately try. Whether she liked it or not. And if so, then great, she added a new dimension to herself. But if not, well then at least she could say she tried it.
Within reason.
She too grabbed her windbreaker and purse, and took Dill's leash as Meegan closed up her office.
"Since it's your idea, and you know where it is, lead on dearie."
"Dill can't go." She went inside the room with him and gave him another treat, taking the leash off. "Sorry, boy, they don't allow pets and it's too cold for you to wait outside." She gave his head a scratch and locked up her office.
"Sorry I should have said something. I only give him treats when I have to leave him. It's a signal that I'm leaving and he can't go, but I'll be back."
She waved at some of the people in the office as she passed and shrugged her purse on her shoulder.
"Come on let's go corrupt your virginal tongue."
Turning off her light, she said to Meegan as they entered the elevator, "After we get done with Chinese food, we can start on Greek, French, oh and I overheard Marcia in Accounting say there's a great Fondue place that just opened up out on California Boulevard."
She was silent for a moment then turned to Meegan, and leaned into her, whispering conspiratorially. "What's fondue?"
The made it to the restaurant and were shown to a table. Meegan ordered chicken and shrimp with an appetizer of vegetable tempura for the both of them and handed the woman the menus back. When their plum wine and water was served Meegan turned to Rachyl.
"I think we should buy a house."