Ann Walker.rp

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Anne unlocked the doors to the new offices with ease. It was the first time she was here alone, but far from the first time visiting the building.

Lister Inc. was expanding and it was time to re-establish an office in Halifax where the company has started years ago. Anne was more than happy to be back near home, though she loved to travel, being home always provided a boost of energy.

The new office building was a run down warehouse, the only building left from a mill that no longer existed. Builders had worked hard for months to turn the space into offices and conference rooms, complete with wiring and getting ready for WiFi. But it was still bare. Raw wood and exposed wires.

It still smelled like sawdust and machine oil, Anne thought as she walked down the hallway, heels noisy against the unfinished floor. It was time to bring in an interior designer to help bring it all together; a modern office space in an old building for an old company. Anne had been visiting their sister-company in New York and had let her sister in charge of finding an interior designer that fit her criteria; local, efficient and good at preserving the building’s history. Anne knew they could take other routes, but she had grown up in the historic Shibden Hall and had always loved the touch of history.

She stopped in what was to become her office. It outlooked the old mill pond, which was now home to a few ducks. Anne checked her watch, curious to see Ann Walker again. She hasn’t seen her for years and had been pleasantly surprised when she had learned that Ann was hired as their interior designer.

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Ann got into her car and started it, after leaving her briefcase in the passenger seat. She felt a mixture of anxiety, nervousness and satisfaction, a mixture of sensations difficult to explain, like when a girl prepares to open a Christmas gift.

Before leaving definitively, she again checked that everything she needed this in her briefcase, she was always very attentive and tidy with her work, but that morning was different. Suddenly her cell phone rings to remind her of the date, her expression becomes a little restless, however, she gives a smile and finally sets out on a journey.

She hadn’t seen Anne Lister since before she started college, and for some reason that made her very excited. She felt something upset her stomach and did not know very well why. She knew it was not the type of job, she already had in her experience more complex and demanding jobs, even outside Halifax, even outside the UK. She knew that the rest of her personal affairs were relatively where they had always been, so what happened to her? And yet, that feeling of nervousness, while annoying, at heart I found it fascinating. She continued the march of her short 5 km journey, amid mixed thoughts.

She arrived at her destination and got out of her car after parking. She watched the place from outside. It was a very spacious old warehouse, with an innate industrial touch that I would surely suggest reusing. She took her camera and photographed the facade to begin with her record. After a couple of photos, she picked up her briefcase and set out to enter. Her lips marked a slight smile, impossible to conceal at this point. Shyness, the dominant characteristic of her person, was never a considerable problem in her profession. Although socially, she would have to recognize that her forms did not favour her to establish relationships. And by the way, she hardly ever felt like venturing into social relations. But this time there was something different, this time she felt the need to want to see Anne Lister, because, although she had treated her little, something about her was impressive and magnetic. At this point, Ann didn’t know that what she was feeling was more than just an interest.

She met the front door, and after a brief hesitation, she turned the door and entered.

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Ann merely attended with a smile and a gesture of approval, and immediately after averting her gaze from Anne’s persuasive eyes, she stirred the tea she had not yet touched. For a brief moment, he wanted to pretend that nothing was happening, and glimpsed himself plunging back into the bulletin. Try to get back to reading, once, twice, three times, but it’s impossible. Suddenly she is invaded by an annoying feeling, a small pain in the mouth of the stomach. Ann leaves the bundle of papers on the table and approaches her stomach almost by inertia. She did his best to control the bad sensations, but the thoughts do not stop resonating in his head, at the same time he does not want to inconvenience.

Anne, and in a short time she is torn between saying something or not. However, her body language is ahead of her, and seeing that the evidence is too much to read on her wife’s face an expression of interrogation that erased her smile, stares at her and stammering question: What will I do if Lady Priestley comes to see me? Ann, suddenly dominated by a growing anxiety, does not expect Anne to make a sound and interrupts her: I mean, she will surely come, she has not come to see me since... I moved here with you and ... and if you're not here with me ... I ... I don't know what to say to her ...

Ann suddenly shuts up and looks at a fixed spot on the table as she wiggles her head in a negative signal. Although she had made the firm decision to live with Anne as wives in Shibden, she still did not take the strength to confront her family when they took her by surprise, and she feared so at this very moment. If Anne goes to York on Wednesday, her aunt would probably know and try to approach her somehow.

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