#inventiveant

[queenatta]

@inventiveant​

Atta broke into a wide smile as she slid into the seat across from him. She rarely was out of her office during the day, but she’d decided to take a break from the hustle and bustle to grab a coffee, and it seemed Flik had the same idea. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, referring to her spot at the table. “I just feel as though I haven’t seen you in ages.”

[metamcrphosys]

@inventiveant​ // Marissa knew almost every employee, if not every employee, that came through Elle and stayed longer than a week. She liked knowing the interns, the staff, Marissa cared to know them, even if many people may see her as a hardened board member. She knew many people had that view of her, even if she was once the boss. Or perhaps because she was once the boss. Some people flitted about her should she come down the hall, or ducked, or swerved. But someone, in particular, seemed to blank her entirely, or at least dodge her. Wide arcs, circles. This time, she thinks he hasn’t noticed. If he had, he might have done a wide arc to avoid her in their office lounge. Marissa thought that the tech in there (some desktops and televisions) might be why he was there. “You look like you’re rather busy,” she says, “coming for coffee? Are you on break?”

[queenatta]

@inventiveant​ continued from here

Atta sighed, making her way over from the spot on the wall where she was leaning to look out the window. “Great, just great. Love winter. This is not great walking home weather, lemme tell you.” Suddenly, the room went dark and Atta let out a little groan. “Oh, seriously? Did you do that?” she asked, leaning on the desk to look at him. “Kidding, I know that you didn’t. I better go get some candles.” She made her way to the office door. “Hey, it’s gonna get cold quick in here, there are some blankets in the closet over there if you wanna grab some. And could you call the number in the front of my planner on the desk? Red highlighter. It’s the power company, maybe they can sort this.”

[metamcrphosys]

@inventiveant​ || “oh, CHRIS---” there’s the resounding pop of the bottle. That sound of midnight resounding through New York, the cheers heard from the expansive board room at ELLE where a small party was being held. Where Marissa, who forgot her glasses and somehow during the night lost her right contact lens, was trying to uncork the bottle for their celebration. And who felt the bottle of champagne slip from her hands and angle itself just right to... She’s handed off the bottle to a colleague and has made her way down the steps of the small riser and checking to see if Mr Anton, who had just been hit with a cork cap, was alright. “Christ,” she mutters, checking to see if maybe he’s gotten a concussion then realizing that maybe she shouldn’t because she can’t actually see. “Are you okay?” She asks, looking quite contrite for the mishap.