Mean Girls – Part 4

elevatorblench • \BLENCH\ • verb: to draw back or turn aside from lack of courage : flinch

Hours passed and nothing happened. Perhaps Ivy had blenched from her original plan of getting rid of Molly, thought Delores, as she tried to focus on the work she needed to finish before the day’s end.

Ivy had only been back to her desk once, briefly, to pick up a folder and to grab several of the cookies that Molly had left on the corner of her desk. She folded the cookies neatly into a napkin and hid them in her portfolio. Even if Molly had made them, they would make a decent snack during her conference call after lunch.

After gobbling down a sandwich, Ivy strolled confidently into her meeting. She set down her portfolio, pulled up a chair and waited for the others to arrive, while she quietly thought about her plan, which she fully intended to enact before the day was through. She wasn’t nervous; rather, she was filled with a diabolical excitement. Molly would be out of her hair once and for all, along with that stupid, perfect grin and her shiny blonde hair.

The call droned on for over an hour. Ivy was weary of the conversation, so she sipped on her water bottle and pulled out the cookies from her portfolio. She picked at them quietly, not wanting to disturb the others, and ended up eating all three that she had grabbed from Molly’s plate. The meeting ended abruptly, and Ivy gathered her things. She was feeling enormously sleepy.

“Are you alright?” asked Tim, the manager from IT who had been leading the meeting. “You look like you didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

Ivy was light headed as she stood. “No, I’m fine,” she replied. “Maybe I’m just coming down with something.”

She wandered out of the meeting room to the elevator. Feeling strange, she leaned against railing across from the tenth floor bank of elevators. She really just wanted to get back down to her desk and sit down. Maybe she’d go home a little early.

Bing, bing, bing.

The elevator was taking forever to get to the tenth floor, and Ivy began to sweat. Finally, the doors opened to one of the elevators and Ivy stumbled toward it. She looked inside and it seemed unusually dark, but things were getting darker and darker all around her. She stepped into the cavern.

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  2. natasha
    Oct 22, 2009 @ 18:55:38

    I can’t wait! This is a great story and you are a wonderful story teller!

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  3. darksculptures
    Oct 22, 2009 @ 13:53:47

    Kathan! I love this, the plot thickens…. More!

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    • kathanink
      Oct 22, 2009 @ 14:06:44

      Really? I feel uncertain about my fiction writing skills. I am so much more comfortable with personal stuff like essay or memoir. I’ll post the end soon!

      Reply

      • darksculptures
        Oct 22, 2009 @ 14:32:39

        Seriously, I don’t think you recognize the amount of talent you have. Yes you can write a good technical piece, and I think you are confident with that. But you excel when you allow yourself to write fiction.

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        • kathanink
          Oct 22, 2009 @ 14:57:20

          Thanks!!! I don’t think I do realize it, if that’s true. Really, I feel pretty clumsy with it. But I’ll get my shots in November…

          Reply

  4. dayner
    Oct 22, 2009 @ 13:41:52

    Great addition to the story. I can’t wait to see what comes next. Will she be really sick or worse? Great cliffhanger.

    Reply

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