“Hey, sorry I don’t mean to be a dick but are ya gonna keep clicking your pen like that?” Dom finally asked with an exasperated sigh after what felt like an hour of listening to the person next to him click their pen. “Look, I get it. It sounds great to you and feels even better, but I’m trying to work on this paper and there’s only so much these 7$ earphones can do for me.”
“Oh, sorry. It’s a nervous habit.” Mona was quick to apologize, but after a short pause she immediately shook her head. “Actually, you know what...No, I’m not sorry.” She clicked her pen. “I.” Mona clicked it once more. “Do.” Another click. “What I want.”
“Oh God no. Once my pajamas are on I’m in for the night.” He half-joked. “Wait, for real? That would actually be a real help and I’d be grateful for the chance. What would you have me doing?”
“Are you serious?” Mona was surprised. Pleasantly surprised. “Basically it will be keeping track of my schedule. Picking up Aubree from school and on nights when I have a big event, making sure Aubree does her homework. I’m not much of a tyrannical boss, so not unless it’s a busy day. It’s pretty much, just sitting around.”
“Sounds like a bit of a shit husband, but,” She blinked, the idea of a spouse who would do that being a bit baffling for her, “Well, I have an old assistant, I can see if she’s looking for a job right now.”
While Mona didn’t necessarily speak in agreement to that statement, the look on her face said otherwise. “He definitely has some selfish habits.--But that would be great, if you could! Was she an old assistant?”
“Wait, your assistant just abandoned you for your husband without telling you? Isn’t that like, a breach of contract? I mean, I worked that in when I was hiring mine. I need at least three weeks notice before they move on elsewhere or legally I can sue them. I don’t think actually would, but it’s a nice security measure to work in there just in case it’s necessary, not to mention it’s courtesy on your assistant’s part to let you know before they quit,” Anders replied, shaking his head. “I found my assistant through a temp agency on the Upper East Side, but I’d suggest getting a party planner on your side. I don’t know what your assistant was like, but I would never, ever expect mine to be able to handle planning a Sweet Sixteen. He is a good grocery shopper, though.”
“Well I consider it a breach of contract, but I don’t know how well that would work to even try to penalize her when it was my husband who decided to snatch her up.” Honestly Mona couldn’t really blame her assistant. She was angry but it wasn’t like she had much room to say anything about it. “My assistant was an angel...Up until the point that she abandoned me. She could literally do anything and everything, but I guess I should get an event planner. I also might try that temp agency you were talking about.”
“That was a wild ride from start to finish.” Flint slowly raised his own hand, “Me but I’m not sure I have the necessary skills.”
“Would you ever leave in the middle of the night without telling me to assist my husband? If the answer is no, then you’re already a step ahead of my last assistant.” A small smile graced her lips. “If you really need a job. I’m willing to give you a chance. Do it for a week or so and if you hate it or if we hate each other, then you can always quit. Of course, I’ll pay you for your time.”
“Wow, that’s first world problems if I ever heard one,” the blonde shrugged as she tilted her head at the woman. Monroe was technically a socialite in her own right, but even she didn’t act like this woman was. “I’m not indeed.com, sweetie. I have my own assistant that helps me out and I’m not sharing her because you don’t really know how to do two things at once.”
“The bitchy act is cute, but tired and old. I don’t have time to argue with a child, especially one that still has the smell of Similac on her breath.” Mona rolled her eyes. “I’m glad you have your own two dollar assistant. I hope she’ll help you pick up the pieces of your shattered ego whenever your career goes down the drain in the very near future. Now if you don’t have anything constructive to add, besides your piss poor attitude then you can leave.”
Adam looks up at the sound of her voice, raising a brow, “I mean, a considerable population of New York is looking for positions,” he notes, taking a sip of his coffee, “You could advertise on a job searching website, that’s probably your best bet for finding someone. I don’t know that I know anyone who’s particularly qualified, sorry.”
“Well a considerable amount of the population in New York are morons. So I don’t really see that benefiting me.” She sighed. Mona was all about the immediate gratification. She was never one to be patient and she certainly didn’t like to think about going through the process of hiring someone again, but he was right. She should start searching. “I guess I really have no other choice, sadly.”
“Roll out the red carpets- your resident smarmy Irish arse is back from his book tour and ready to shell out major cash on some fancy cocktails. Where’re we headed first? If there’s anything I need more than being caught up on all the drama, it’s booze. Tell me everything!”
“I can’t drink tonight. I have to be up early tomorrow.” She paused. “Oh, what the hell! A glass of wine won’t hurt.” Mona continued on as if he had said anything more to convince her. “I got puked on twice in a week. It’s been really glamorous. Living the good life.”
The paparazzi was something that Kate still wasn’t used to, the people following her after just getting a coffee stressed her out. Going up to a door, the blonde knocked a few times, seeing someone open the door. “Hey, can I hide out here for a little? These guys have been following me since I got a coffee and it’s really getting on my nerves. I won’t be long, I promise. They will leave as soon as I go inside.”
As she opened the door, Mona could only assume that it was another one of her husband’s co-stars coming over for a “visit”. “Look, Danny isn’t here right now. He’s...” Mona paused as she saw the paparazzi creeping their way towards the blonde. With a sigh and almost a glimpse of an apologetic smile, she opened her door further. “I don’t know if this will get them off you back. It might make it worst, but come on in.”
“So apparently last night my husband fired his assistant and hired mine all within the span of an hour. Putting her on a plane to Los Angeles and not telling me a single thing about it until I woke up in the morning, needing her help.” Mona was frustrated for more than one reason, but she bit her bottom lip before she said anything more about that situation. “Now I’m stuck planning a sweet sixteen for my step daughter and taking care of my very sick child.--Do you know anyone looking for employment?”
Ramona Carroway is a 32 year old bisexual female that was born on September 6th. She lives in Manhattan, but they’re originally from Buffalo, New York. They are a Socialite for a living, and often get told they look like Leighton Meester.
Ramona was born into a comfortably middle class family. Being the youngest of three kids, she had a lot of attention placed on her, which she loved.
While her parents were loving enough, they always pushed their children to be excellent in anything they pursued. So Ramona naturally became highly competitive.
Sports, academics, the fine arts. Everything that she dabbled in, she excelled.
Mona was pretty mean for a good part of her life. The praise she received as a child went straight to her head and sometimes the pressure that she felt, she took it out on the people around her.
She had a comfortable lifestyle, but Mona was always envious of what other people had. Afterall, she had to be the best.
She never thought she would marry into a rich family, in order to accomplish her goals, but an opportunity was handed to her once she graduated high school and moved to Manhattan.
She was struggling a lot when she first moved to the city. Between college, rent, and trying to keep up with the latest fashion, Mona had a few sugar daddies to support her lifestyle. It was during that time she met her husband.
He was a lot older than her and had way more life experience than her. Looking back on it now, Mona would admit that it wasn’t even a good idea for them to even begin dating, but they did and within a year they were engaged.
He was an actor that came from a well to do family. And despite the fact that he had been divorced twice and had three kids, Mona thought that they could make things work out and they did, but it was extremely forced.
They got married and it seemed like Ramona got everything she wanted. A successful partner, money beyond belief, even a little fame. But it wasn’t what she was expecting. She had to end up being a step mother to children who weren’t too far away from her age. People were constantly bashing her and her husband cheated on her often.
Despite all of that, Mona’s pride makes her stay. Feeling as though, she’d rather deal with the horrible marriage, than give up the lifestyle that she’s grown accustomed to.
Mona keeps up the appearance of being a dutiful wife. They even had a child together, but everything in her life is fake. She honestly feels like she lost herself, because at one point, she never would have assumed that she would need to depend on someone else to fund her lifestyle but now it seems like she can’t get out of it.
Time has soften her personality and while she can still give attitude at times, she’s certainly not as self-assured as she once was.
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