Generation 02, Chapter 16: Good-bye

I return to the city.  I've made up the excuse that I've got a doctor appointment.  Only Champ knows I'm here to "patch up my relationship" and even that's not the total truth.  I'm actually coming down to confront Rusty about what he did.

I manage to sneak into the building, convincing the security guards I'm there to cater to Rusty's going away party.

I run up the stairs to Rusty's office but it's empty.  As I walk out, I bump into Rusty.  Well, what a coincidence.

"Calla, is that you?" he asks innocently.

"You have me fired.  On purpose!" I start.

"What blasphemy are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about.  You used me!  You wrecked my career and watched me suffer because of it.  When???  When did you put that document on my desk???"

"If you really must know, I put it there on the 28th of May," he replies calmly.  His eyes are icy as he continues.  "Now, I'm going to have to have you ejected from the building if you do not leave now."

I take his warning seriously and walk out, hot and angry.  I think back to May 28th and thank the Lord for my eidetic memory.  And of course, he lied.  The 28th was the day that we were all attending a conference in Starlight Shores and Rusty had just come back from France.  He hadn't even been to the office.

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I go to my lonely apartment building and bump into Kar.  Fortunately, she is just the person I wanted to speak with.

"Kar?  Uh, may I speak to you?"

"Calla?  Is that you?"  She asks.

"I know this is unexpected and you probably don't want to see me but I have something serious to talk about.  Please just listen to what I have to say and I won't bother you again."

Kar contemplates for a second and finally says, "Go on."

For once I am happy that Kar lives in the same building as me.  It's very convenient and quick to get to my room and fall fast asleep in my messy apartment.  After our talk, I realize that she isn't as heartless as I had thought her to be.  She actually listened to what I had to say.  She promises to investigate and she will contact me tomorrow about any news.

The next morning, I wake up to the sight (and smell) of my apartment, which is in horrible condition.  It hasn't changed at all since I left but I never realize how dirty and plain it was before I left.  The clothes I have here are basically all suits and/or dark clothes.  I just throw on what I wore yesterday.

Of course, there's no food or cooking supplies in the kitchen so I quickly run out to the store and buy all the necessary kitchen staples as well as a good vacuum and some cleaning solution.  Then I get to work cleaning, dusting, and cooking some meals in my apartment.  Kar rings as I finish vacuuming.

"Hello?"

"Calla, I've spoken to a few people and I want you to too.  I need to know if you're available."

"Right, of course.  Yes, I'm available."

"Okay, meet in the Gainsboro office room at 8 tonight."

"Sure thing," I say and we hang up.  Hope rises in my chest.  They're could be offering me partnership.  I could get my job back!

After cleaning, I whip up some of the ingredients I bought and produce a beautiful plate of french toast.

Then I invite Ms. Rosado over to eat it with me.  She agrees confused and a bit wary.

"What brought this up, Calla?" She asks me as she sits down.

"I just wanted to thank you for watching out for me all those years and for taking my mail and packages"

She smiles and says it was no problem.  Then there's silence and finally she says, "You made this?"

"Yes, I've learned how to cook.  Please, take it.  It's a token of my thanks."
She just stares at it.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous or anything," I chuckle.

She finally takes her fork and tastes a piece.

"You made this?  By hand?" She asks me again.

"Yes, I've learned a lot of new things while I was away."

"Where is it that you have been, my dear?"

"Just somewhere.  Somewhere different from here."

"Well, wherever it has been, it has transformed you.  You look so much healthier and.. and happy!"

"Thanks," I smile.  She thanks me again for the meal and after she leaves, I get ready to go to the office.

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I arrive at the office in my usual lawyer attire.  It feels weird wearing such bland colors.  I wait outside of the meeting room while Kar, Blake, and the other partners discuss me situation.  During one of the breaks, Blake comes out and talks to me.  Before doing so, however, he takes out his phone and stares at it while he talks.  I've noticed that everyone seems to be addicted to their technology all the time.  Was I really like that?

"Calla!  Wow you look amazing.  Oh my God, and the way you figured out the thing with Rusty, I was shocked.  I knew you could never make a mistake."
What?

"No you didn't.  You specifically said that I had made errors and that I was unreliable.  Remember?"

"No, I said that other people said you had made errors."

I groan, "Fine, whatever.  It really makes no difference."

"Hey, where are you working now?  Hopefully not with any of our rivals," Blake grins.

"Oh no, of course not.  Uh, it's no one you'd know," I drift off.  "Alright, looks like the meeting is starting up again," I notice and he heads back in.

"We would like to offer you full equity partnership in the firm, starting immediately."

The words ring in my ears like heaven's song.

"Welcome back," Blake tells me.  I'm stunned.  I had been imagining this very moment but I have no idea how to react now that it has actually happened.
"Um, I actually haven't said it I'll accept the offer," I announce awkwardly.

"Excuse me?" Kar asks.

"Well, I'm flattered, really.  But... I've come to realize I didn't come here to get my job back.  I cam back to clear my name.  So I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to decline.  I've moved on to a job that I really enjoy."

They both stare at me as thought purple liquid is pouring out of my ears.

"Are you crazy?" Blake sputters.

"If it's a matter of salary we'll speak to the senior partner to wherever you've gone to.  Where are you now?"

"There isn't a senior partner.  Or a director."

"How can there not be?"  Kar asks horrified.

"I didn't say I was working as a lawyer," I say at last.

Now Kar and Blake have focused their attention on me.  "I'm working as... as a housekeeper."

"What do you mean?  Is this a new term I'm not familiar with?"

"No, I mean I'm a legit housekeeper.  I cook meals for my employers and wash their clothes," I explain slowly.

"You're... a housekeeper?" Kar repeats as though it's a foreign word.

"Yes, and I'm very happy with what I do.  I feel fulfilled and... alive.  So I'm sorry.  I'm going to have to decline your offer.  And uh, bye," I say and I walk out of the room, out the building, onto a train, and back to the world that I have grown love.

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I find Champ in the bar, cleaning up some glasses.  He sets them down and runs toward me.

"How was the trip?  Is it over?" He questions me eagerly, grasping my hands in his own.

"Yes, it's over," I smile and lean in towards him.  I feel content and happy.

It's over.

It's actually finally over.

Generation 02, Chapter 01: Home Sweet Apartment

NOTE

Eeep!  Generation Two is about to begin!  :D  I hope you like it!  I consider this to be more of an introduction than an actual chapter but oh well.  

Also, if you didn't notice, I posted character bios of the generation two characters, which you can find above under the tab labeled "character bios" or here.  Thanks for Dessie Sims for the idea!

PS:  I do, in fact, know that I need to update my banner.  I will be attempting to take a fabulous picture tomorrow, when I'm allowed to play Sims so no worries!  Enjoy reading!

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My older twin sister, Zoe, has always been more of a looker than me.  If boys ever look at me, it's because they want me to help them with homework that they're rushing to get done before class starts.  She has already had at least five boyfriends and she had her first one in elementary school.  Of course, that only lasted a week, but that’s longer than any of mine (at least, it's longer than any of mine since before I met my current boyfriend, Farran).  

I've had more crushes than you might think.  But that's all they ever are. My philosophy has always been to wait for the boy to pursue me. Besides, if I asked out every boy I thought was cute, I'd never have time for my studies. 

I've always known that I was the brainy one in the family. I mean, I graduated college right as my sister was finishing the 12th grade. I've now graduated law school and I can tell you that it was awesome.  It was difficult but I learned so much.  My counselor even told me, before graduation, that my high testing scores and grades would assure me a very well-paid spot in the top lawyer firm of the country, Gainsboro.

"Wow, the building is nice.  I can't wait to see the interior."  That’s my best friend, Chartreuse Flavius.   Although everyone just calls her Char (pronounced like "Shar").

"We'll have to go and take a look inside.  But ugh, I cannot for the life of me remember which room I bought."

"I guess all of the knowledge packed up in your large brain is reaching its limit," Char quips.

We slip into the elevator and my stomach flip-flops as we head up to the tenth floor of the building.  Fortunately, the elevator doesn't ride up too quickly so I'm able to prevent my ears from popping. 

"Okay, this is easy.  It has to be that one.  ...Or that one."

"Seriously, Calla, how can you not remember?  There are only two choices.  And you just visited this place, what, like a month ago?"

"Yeah I know..." I grumble.  "Okay, I think it's this one," I say, pointing behind her.

"And I think it's this one," she retorts.  "But I'll go with your guess.  You're almost always correct about everything." 

I beam inside at the compliment as she rolls her eyes.  I may have the brains, but Char has the looks.  Her perfectly curled lashes, her clear skin, her wavy hair, full lips, and her healthy spatter of pale brown freckles make all the boys flock.  Just like my sister.  I've always envied her for her looks.  Sometimes I wonder how Char and I are even friends.  But never mind that.

I slip my key into the door of the apartment I've chosen and an old woman walks out of it.  I jump and nearly scream, but manage to compose myself.

"Sorry, I thought this was my room.  I'm terribly sorry Miss.  Uh, my name is Calla Cohen.  I think I'll be your neighbor," I bumble.

"It's okay.  I thought there was a burglar or something," the old woman chuckles.  "Calla, did you say?  I'm Violet Rosado, but you can just call me Ms. Rosado.  I'm assuming that's your apartment over there?"  She nods towards the other direction.

"Yeah, it is," I purse my lips and try to hide my embarrassment.  Char was actually right about something.  I knew she'd give me crap about it later.

"So we'll be neighbors.  That's good.  You seem like a nice young woman.  Very... pretty."

"Why thank you-"

"I suppose you want to get unpacked?  I'll leave you to it.  You can find my name in the directory, so just call me if you'd like to chat.  I'd love to get to know you a little better, Calla."

"Alright, sorry again for disturbing you.  Have a nice afternoon, Ms. Rosado."

I wait for her to walk back into her apartment before turning the key ferociously in the lock of my apartment and heading inside with Char close behind me.  I put my hands on my hips and inspect the small, no-more-than-800-square-foot-apartment.  

"I was actually right about something.  Wow, that happens, what?  Once a year?  Oh my God, you should have seen your face when that woman walked out.  Ah, how I wish I had taken a photo.  That would have gone up on Plumbook immediately," Char rattles on about my failure.

"Whatever you say," is the only thing I can think of as a reply.  Fortunately, Char isn't one to hang onto a conversation and she's already walking into the master bedroom, also known as the only bedroom in the apartment.

"Ooh, and look at the king sized bed in here.  You're going to have a lot of fun times with Farran here, aren't you," she winks at me.

I roll my eyes.  "Trust me, I think I'd rather not have him see this place until… well, until never.  It's not going to get any TLC from me.  You know the workers at Gainsboro, they're constantly on the clock.  I'm going to have to get a maid," I tell her.  I can tell she's not listening because she left to inspect the bathroom halfway through my little spiel, but I'm used to it.  Plus, I was mostly telling that to myself so I'd make a mental note and not forget.

Char pops her head out of the bathroom.  "The shower is also a decent size.  I'm sure it could fit two people.  Especially because you're so skinny.  Wait, did you say something?"

I sigh.  "Nope.  And why is your mind always on sex?  I mean, you really should find a boyfriend.  Hey," I suddenly remember.  "Wanna help me unpack?"

"Of course I would.   But you really should get some more clothes other than black and dark blue.  Light blue would so bring out your eyes!"

"I know.  But at-"

"I know.  'But at Gainsboro they don't wear anything but black.'  Blah blah blah," she mimicks.

"I don't sound anything like that."

"So… any new lingerie for your boyfriend?"  She asks, ignoring my complaint.

"No!"  My cheeks flame.  "Of course not.  We're not like that.  It's a new relationship, I've hardly done more than kiss him."  Char opens her mouth to speak.  "And no, tongue has not been involved in the kissing.  Just lips," I add.   

She pouts but continues to put away my few possessions.  In just ten minutes, my clothes are put away, my suitcase is stored under my bed, and a picture of Farran and I is set on the nightstand.

"Thank so much for you help," I hug Char.

"No problem, Call.  And before I forget, good luck with your first day next week.  Let's just hope that it's only the day that you have to work," she grimaces. 

"Probably not," I mutter.

Char laughs.  "Well, good luck anyway."

Char walks out of the apartment but comes back.  "Hey, Cohen, your birthday party is Saturday, remember?  Don't forget to go like you did last year."

I roll my eyes and shake my head at her.  "Of course not.  I've entered it into my phone and I've programmed it so that it'll alert me a day ahead as well as the day of."

"Are you sure?  That’s what you said last year and you remember what happened."

"Yes, I'm very sure.  I promise that I will not miss it for the world.  I mean seriously, why would I miss my twenty-first birthday party?"

She leaves and I begin to look up a suitable housekeeper for my apartment.  I know what you're thinking.  My apartment is small enough for me to clean it myself.  Well, if you've seen my cleaning… it's not great.  I do know how to pick up things and I can fold up my clothes and heat things in the microwave, but that's about it.  My mom was just so… motherly that I never really had to help out with chores.  She was much more interested in my studying and doing well in school than she was in my help around the house and… well, you know me… I didn't complain.  

But now it's coming around to bite me in the backside.  Well, sort of.  Actually, because I'm going to be working at Gainboro, I'll be making four times as much as the average college graduate.  So in reality, I don't have to worry about finances or anything.  In fact, I'll probably have to worry about having too much money, and really, no one does that, do they?

A buzzing interrupts my thoughts and I immediately remember that my boyfriend, Farran Merle, was going to come over and see the new apartment.  Okay, I know I said I didn't want him to see it but this is going to be the first and absolute last time.  He was going to visit the building with me when I was first looking at it but his job got in the way and he had to pull an all-nighter so he wasn't able to come with me.  

That's the problem with dating a lawyer.  They're always so frickin' busy.  Especially because he's a partner (which is a pretty high position, compared to mine... I'll be starting out as a puny associate) at another firm (not Gainsboro).  But the hard work is totally worth it.  I'll be able to retire early and then have the rest of my life to do the things I enjoy most.  So it really is worth it now to work as hard as I can.  

I buzz Farran up and when I open the door and see his beautiful dark eyes and his permanent frown etched into his pale face, I wonder how I could have landed such a hottie.  And for a lawyer… goodness.  

"So… since it's almost our two month anniversary, I thought that we should do something.  Like go to dinner or something," I suggest.

"Dinner might be nice.  But we should stay here.  I was thinking of doing something else tonight."

"Really?  Because I saw this Italian restaurant on the way here that looked-"

"I want to congratulate you on your new apartment.  I suppose you could call it an apartment-warming present."

He pulls me towards my new bedroom and onto the bed.  The bedroom is small and there isn't even enough space to walk in front of the bed to get to the other side.  But that doesn't bother either of us.  He kisses my face and pushes me down.  

Ah… Char was right, this is nice….  

Yes, this is one thing my sister always talked to me about when we were teens.  I never quite understood what was so great about it but now I know.

Goodness, I was missing out on a lot.

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NOTE

So, as you guys probably know, Generation Two is going to be the first generation to be based off of a book.  Now, I'm trying not to make it exactly like the book because I don't want to copy it completely, so some posts will be a little more exaggerated and some will be more accurate to the book (Though I'd prefer to have all of the chapters not copy the book.  Let's hope that I'm successful at retaining that goal).  

Also, if you didn't notice, I shall be incorporating colorful sims (Sort of like Berry Sims but also sort of not.  Some of their names aren't obvious "berry" names, so it's more like I'm using colorful sims with color-related names.  Not sure if there's a term for that...).  The reason I am doing this is because all of the books that I am basing the generations on are going to be from the realistic fiction genre.  So, as not to copy the books anymore than I am, having the colored sims sort of adds a more unrealistic twist to the whole story.  Plus, Calista has blue hair and that's definitely not realistic so... it's okay that I'm adding this one unrealistic feature.

Anywho... I should probably tell you which book it is.  It is The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella.  She is one of my favorite authors and I really love her books (in fact, I'd totally love to base all of the generations on all of her books, but they get very similar after a while (which would be boring) so I'm not going to) but I particularly like the idea of this one.  So I just hope that this whole base-the-story-off-of-books-idea really works.  And I also hope that my telling you doesn't ruin the whole generation.  But if you'd like to know what the generation is going to be about, just read the book!  Unless you're one of those people who likes surprises.  And if you've already read the book, I hope this story doesn't bother you or anything.  This is my "sim-ified" interpretation of the book so I hope that you like it!  If not, that's okay too.

As always, thanks for reading!  Feedback is appreciated.  I'd love to know what you think of the whole idea  :D