Where: Nina’s apartment, le plateau-mont-royal When: Friday, May 15, 2020, early evening Who: & @emiliaking
The screens in front of her eyes grew fuzzier the longer she stared at them; the television had been muted all afternoon, reality show stars screaming into a silent void, while her laptop seemed to mock her. Nina was supposed to be strategizing, having sent her team at Ambrose Media a folder of items and ideas to review for discussion, but her head just wasn’t in it. Lately, all she could focus on was the Syndicate.
She had been back in town for six months and had resumed taking on small tasks at Zephyr’s discretion, but it wasn’t enough. Nina wanted more. She wanted to feel important, she wanted the Ivory members to respect her, and not just because of her last name. Many of them humored her, but she wouldn’t get far with people only putting up with her. She needed to really kick this into gear; she couldn’t let Milena’s faith in her be in vain.
A knock on the door stirred her from her thoughts. Nina’s eyes focused, really seeing now for the first time in hours. Golden hour had just settled upon the city and sent a warm glow through the large windows of her living room. That was nice. Knock knock knock. Kicking the plush throw off of her, Nina settled her laptop on the couch and made her way down the hall to the door. She threw it open carelessly, expecting it to be dry cleaning or a food delivery she’d forgotten she’d ordered, but it was much better. “Oh my god.” Nina’s jaw dropped and she nearly jumped on her best friend, squeezing Emilia as tightly as she could. “Oh my god, you’re back!” Just as quickly, she pulled away and swatted at the other girl. “What the fuck were you thinking?? Are you insane??”