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“You may go in now Miss Baker.” Charlie nodded her thanks to the pretty blond receptionist. She tried to stop the butterflies from turning summersaults in her stomach as she got out of the cushy waiting room chair. This was the biggest day of her life. This was the day that she finally got to meet her father Sean Rebellem. He was the head of a major trading company. Charlie was a little afraid that she would break some social taboo that she didn’t know of, and she was sure that there were many that she didn’t know because she had grown up in a fairly uncivilized household, after that she lived in a group home. The ladies there don’t have a lot of time to spend with each girl; she had ended up as one of the forgotten ones. She took a deep breath, held it a moment and slowly let it out. All of the crap that she had lived through was over now; her father would make up for that! He was going to be the most perfect dad ever! Her heart would be repaid for all of the disgustingly awful things that had been forced to live through. She would finally be free of the pain of mere existence.
She lifted her head and squared her shoulders, and she righted her posture, she didn’t want her father to see her all slouched. She walked lightly and as gracefully as she could to the enormous two panel door and knocked softly.
“Come in!” boomed a voice from the other side of the door. Charlie put her hand on the polished knob, her heart was fluttering wildly. Its ok, she thought, he’s your father; father’s love their children no matter what. She turned the knob and slowly pushed the door forward, the way she had done in her dreams for weeks before this moment.
There he was sitting at his oversized mahogany desk. He eyed her from over the top of his Toronto star as she shyly edged forward.
“Well hurry up girl, I haven’t got all day!” he chuckled as she scurried inside and closed the door behind her. He folded his paper neatly and came from behind the desk to offer her a seat in a cosy looking leather chair.
“Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee, tea, latté… a kick in the bum?” she giggled at that.
“I wouldn’t mind some water.” My father’s witty! She thought as he walked over to the bar on the other side of the office. I bet he’s as perfect as a father gets.

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The following comments are for "The Tales of Venus the World Maker -prologue"
by Gami

Good, I like it. When I get time I'll read the other part I notice you posted to this. Nice work. "father’s love their children no matter what" I think she'd have thought this over so much that she'd conclude that he could utterly hate her. She should reassure herself, just not with that. That's the only sentence of the whole thing I'm going to nitpick over, other than that, good work!

( Posted by: ThwanCondu [Member] On: November 15, 2004 )

I like to be subtle with that kind of stuff so I guess it's a little hard to see, also it's still not done. *hint* take a look at the last line that I typed. that shows it to.

( Posted by: Gami [Member] On: November 29, 2004 )

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