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Youngest Halliwell
Holiday Firsts Part 7
Sun Apr 1, 2007 21:48

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Holiday Firsts - Part 7
Tue Nov 30, 2004 6:31am

Are you guys tired of me posting yet? Heehee, it's the real time, I swear. As always, thanks for all the great feedback and glad you're enjoying.

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Holiday Firsts – Part 7

Tuesday, November 30, 2004 – 9:29am, New York

Paige came out of her Tuesday morning meeting looking like a woman on a mission. She walked over to the main receptionist’s desk, “Hey, Karen. Got a minute?”
Karen smiled, “Of course, Ms. Matthews.”
Paige sighed, “First off, have I had any phone calls from the police or has an officer stopped by to see me?”
“No, Ms. Matthews.”
She smiled a smile of relief, “Let me thank you for your help and professionalism with yesterday’s situation with Mr. Montgomery. As you know I had to let Heather go because of it. We were just discussing my need for a new receptionist in the morning meeting. If you would like – it’s agreed that you would move to that position and we hire somebody else for out here at the desk.”
Karen looked shocked, “Ms. Matthews, I don’t know what to say.”
“You know how to take care of clients properly. You’re great at your job. I would offer you a twenty-five percent pay raise. The downside would be that you would have to train your replacement, so you’d have to work double duty for awhile – at your new salary of course. Also, you know I work long hours sometimes, but you would be compensated.”
Karen smiled, “We’ve all been trying to figure out how to get that job all morning.”
“Oh yes. There’s not a person in this office that doesn’t want to work for you. I don’t mind the double duty, I’ll take the job. Now I’ll be able to get my kid that game system he wants for Christmas.”
Paige smiled, “Make you a deal. You complete your first job as my receptionist; I’ll give you half of your Christmas bonus early and two hours for lunch to go buy it.”
“Really? What do I have to do?”
“Dial my sister Pollux’s cell phone every five minutes until you get an answer. Patch her in when you get her and hold all calls and clients until I’m done with her.”
“I’ll get her for you.”

Pollux sighed heavily as she stepped off the elevator into the apartment. In one swift movement, she took a cigarette out of the pack, and lit it. Then she proceeded to the kitchen and the liquor cabinet. Just as she had retrieved the whiskey, her cell phone rang. Pollux sighed, rolled her eyes, and flipped open the phone, “Matthews.”
“Pollux? It’s your sister’s new receptionist, Karen.”
Pollux sighed, “Go ahead and patch me through.”
Less than a minute later, Paige’s voice cut through the phone, “Where have you been?”
“I get up this morning, I turn on the news, turns out a Crime Scene Investigator was murdered last night. They’re not releasing the name until the family is notified. You’re CSI, Pollux! I’ve been going out of my skull for over three hours wondering if you’re dead or alive. Now where have you been?”
“Investigating the murder of one of my friends,” Pollux said quietly.
There was a pause, “I’m sorry, baby.”
“So am I,” Pollux took a drink.
“Are you okay?”
“My friend is dead, I have to go to her funeral on Thursday, it’s on Drew’s and my shoulders to find out who did this, and I’ve just spent the better part of six hours in the New York City Sewer system. I’ve been better.”
Paige ran a hand over her forehead, “Do you need me to work from home today?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
Pollux exhaled, “It’s okay.”
Paige sighed, “I’ll be home as soon as I can and we’ll sit home and watch that big screen tv of yours.”
“The lighting of the tree in Rockefeller Center is tonight.”
“I didn’t think . . .”
“We go every year. It’s tradition. I have to work tonight anyway. Might distract me a bit before I have to go look over the evidence or lack there of again.”
Paige sighed, “If you change your mind, let me know.”
“Will do.”
“Now, go get out of the smelly clothes, call the lobby to make sure the dry cleaner gets them, take a shower, have another drink, and get some sleep.”
“I’ll be on the couch in my office.”
“Why does my office have files and yours has a big screen tv?”
“Just does.”
“Okay, baby. Pull out the couch and if you need me, call me.”
“Have a better day at work than I did. Later, Paige.”
“Bye, Pollux,” Paige hung up the phone, put her head in her hands, wondered what to do for a moment, then buzzed Karen to let her know it was okay to put calls through again.

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San Francisco

Prue rolled over, reaching her arm across the other side of the bed. Not feeling Andy’s body, her eyes popped open. Prue shook her head, “Almost a year and I’m still surprised you’re not there.” She pulled his pillow close and took a deep breath. His smell was almost gone from it and she sighed. Getting up, she padded into the walk in closet, stripped of her pajamas, and put on one of his dress shirts, “At least it smells more like you than the pillow. Time to spray the cologne again.” Prue went back to the bed and laid down. She tried in vain to get back to sleep. Raising back up, she thought about what to do for a moment. On impulse, she grabbed the phone and the slip of paper lying on her nightstand.
Kicking her heeled boots across the bathroom, Pollux stepped out of her pants and started unbuttoning her shirt. She was about to reach for the phone to tell the front desk to come pick her clothes up for the dry cleaning in forty minutes, when her cell phone went off. Pollux flipped it open, “Matthews.”
“Is that the way you always answer the phone?”
“Prue,” Pollux sighed. “What’s up?”
Prue detected a hint of upset in her sister’s voice. She put her hand on her forehead, silently cursing overstepping her bounds, “I’m sorry, Pollux. I’ll let you go back to . . .”
“Don’t. It’s . . . it’s not you. I had a really shitty night at work.”
Prue felt a small wave of relief that she wasn’t the source of the problem wash over her, “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” Pollux sat on the side of the tub and glanced at her watch. “You’re up early.”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Have a feeling I’m going to sense that soon.”

“Again, not your fault.”
Prue took a deep breath, “Do you want to talk about it?” she ventured.
“Anything but, actually.”
“Do you want me to let you go?”
There was a good minute of silence as Pollux debated, “No. I . . . I have an odd request.”
“Name it.”
“Can you . . . can you tell me what you were like in high school?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I think I am.”
Prue smiled, “I was head cheerleader.”
Pollux smiled and let a small laugh escape, “Dear God, no.”
“Hey, somebody had to be that popular. It was hard – especially on Piper who was the wallflower.”
“Paige and I were alike . . . little troublemakers.”
“Figured that the day you were born. Knew you’d be like Phoebe.”
“Is that her name?”
“You remember us?”
“Thought about you everyday without fail. You were the cutest two babies.”
Pollux retrieved and lit another cigarette, “So, you were head cheerleader.”
“Yes. And I was an honor student.”
“See, I used to beat up people like you and egg their cars.”
“Anyway, I was the head cheerleader, an honor student, President of . . .”
Pollux moved from the side of the tub to the floor, leaning her back against the tub. She cradled the phone to her ear, put her knees to her chest, and proceeded to smoke her cigarette and finish her glass of whiskey as she listened to her big sister recount the stories of her high school days.
End part seven

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