“I’m giving you Erik’s spreads.  I want them re-done, polished and presented to me in a weeks time.  Give them the same care and consideration that you gave the Brandt photos and you will be fine.”  Eyvett smiled and stood causing Annabelle to stand as well.
     “Thank you Eyvett.”  Annabelle smiled and began mentally making checklists in her head on the steps she’d need to put into motion tomorrow morning.
     “Do not thank me yet.  Prove to yourself you can do this and I will be impressed along the way.  Now you go home for the day, it’s been a long one for both of us.”   Eyvett rounded the desk and followed Annabelle to the office door.  “And good luck with Serena, she’s going to be more of a nuisance than normal once she finds out.”   Eyvett winked and ushered Annabelle out the door.  “Good night.”  She slid the door closed.
     Annabelle couldn’t help but laugh, she returned to her desk and began to pack her purse up and shut her computer down for the day.  She looked at the rainbow of roses and picked a yellow one from the bunch.  She snipped off the end and slipped it into a bottle of water.  Placing it where it wouldn’t harm anything if it was knocked over she looked at the larger vase.  
     “Guess you’re going home with me.”  She said to the roses.
     “Are you talking to me?”  Serena asked across the lobby.
     “Absolutely not.  But I’m flattered that you’re interested.”  Annabelle smiled sweetly, picked up the roses and head for the elevator.  “Have a good night Serena.”

     Annabelle climbed into Miranda’s bed, Tin having long since vacated it in favor of the gym.  She waved a cup of hot coffee under her sister’s nose and wafted the steam in her face.  “Mir…”  she purred,  “Wake up Mir.”  
     Miranda groaned and rolled over, Annabelle weaving the cup out of the way in time to not spill it.
     “Mir…”  She said, this time tugging gently on a section of Miranda’s hair.  “Come on Mir, I’ll drink all the coffee…”
     “Go away.”  She groaned and pulled a pillow over her head.  
     Annabelle shrugged.  “Alright then.  No coffee for you.”  She lifted the cup to her lips, “I guess I can drink your cup then.”  She loudly slurped the warm liquid and Miranda shifted under the pillow.  
    “Give it.”  She said, her head still covered, hand patting the bed making its way closer to Annabelle and the coffee.
     “You have to get up first.”
     Miranda pulled the pillow from her head and squinted at her sister.  “Bitch give me the coffee or I’m calling mom and telling her about your disappearing act from last night.”
     “Ouch!”  Annabelle said before relinquishing the coffee to her sister with a smile.  “That’s harsh.”
     Miranda sat up and leaned against the headboard and sipped the coffee, glaring at her sister.  Annabelle reached over to the nightstand and picked up another cup, smiling before taking a large audible gulp.