Make Your Move Katherine

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Try To Take A Name Next Time “He said what?” the almost sixteen-year-old, Kat in her excitement, gasps out, in response to the news her best friends were delivering to her. Sophia just got dumped and Scott was going to ask her to the high school dance. Well, Scott’s best friend Jim’s girlfriend, who was the cousin and enemy of Sophia said that he had been asking around the school for her today. Could life get any better? ‘I should have gone to school today.’ Kat had stayed home today because she had to mentally prep herself for the trauma she had to face on Monday- braces. Oh- she would have to remember to not smile for she did not want to be called metal mouth like Sally- her previous best friend. Now she would have to postpone it because she would be crowned princess at the dance – she just knew it. A princess does not wear bracers. And Katherine Sky Turner was set on being one. She squealed into her pillow one last time before she hung up the conference call with Diana and Lexie and raced downstairs, from her luxurious bedroom, to find her mother. She had to postpone this dentist’s appointment asap. And a dress- oh God- shoes? Accessories? Make-up- ugh! She had so many things to do by the end of next week. “Mother,” she called as she flew from room to room. “Miss Katherine, stop running. Your mother isn’t home,” the head maid quietly spoke when Kat ran into the kitchen. The kitchen as usual was immaculate and smelled heavenly. Cookies. Her favourite. They had three maids and two drivers at their disposal 24/7. But this woman right here- Danielle Black, was Katherine’s favourite person. The long black-haired, slim-built but tall beauty, had her hand clasped in front of her looking at the teenage girl. “Dani-“ “Miss Black,” the maid corrected Katherine, in her auto-tune voice. “But mother isn’t here,” Kat pouted, sitting down on one of the stools by the counter, grabbing at her skirt pocket where her cell phone was so it doesn’t hit against any hard objects. “She will be back shortly, however. I said you can use my first name when your parents are not in the country,” Danielle corrected her, stressing the ‘country’ part. Kat sneered her teeth, her upper lip on the right side of her face, went up a bit and Danielle smiled. Shaking her head, she opened the fridge and poured a glass of milk for her before placing a slice of vanilla cake in front of the beaming, teenage girl. “Scott is going to ask me out…” “Scott? What about Oscar?” Miss Danielle Black queried. Seven years later “Taxi-” Kat cried out as the elderly, turtle-paced woman vacated the vehicle and she rushed out of the sliding doors and into the open door. “Thank you, I’m in such a hurry- drive!” Any second now she thought the man would have been behind her but she guessed he was slow- being old and all that. She raised her tightly gripped cell phone hand up and pressed stop watching the screen until she saw a saved notification flash across her screen, about the video recording. She swiped and looked at the pictures she had taken secretly for the past two months of the man with numerous ladies in hotels. Leaving and going in. But her boss said that it wasn’t enough to prove the high-ranking government official, was as dirty as they came when it came to outside marital affairs. “Pictures can be faked and edited,” she had said, so, Kat had used herself and had set him up, grabbing her phone and running out of the expensive hotel room when he excused himself to ‘go freshen up’ in the bathroom. Watching in the taxi’s rear-view mirror, minutes later, Kat noticed a black car that seemed shady. Was it following her? Huh- she instructed the driver to take the first right he came to and she saw the car again. Another right and two lefts later- the black car was still behind her. 'Didn’t they know that it was 4 pm in broad daylight and they could be seen?' She paid the taxi and instructed him to drop her off by the next corner and to continue driving straight as if she never got out. He thanked her for the extra few dollars and she got out hiding on the side of the large building. Sure enough, the black car passed straight, following the taxi. Must be his wife Kat figured, for the Mayor’s wife was a sharp woman. She knew about her husband’s infidelity but chose to ignore it. Status or foolish love? That wasn’t important to her Kat thought- just facts. And the facts were that Mayor Colum was a cheating sob and Woodland Media was going to expose him. Less than ten minutes later Kat was in her work building, finishing up her presentation for the team leader. *** “Reporter Turner,” a woman at the front desk of her apartment called out to her as she pressed the elevator button, much later that night. Kat was surprised that she was still there given the time. Kat ignored her. They always wanted her to get autographs or pictures of celebrities for them- as if she did not have a personal life of her own. Okay- granted, she didn’t have a romantic life- true but still she needed her personal space. She heard the girl’s footsteps approaching her and she closed her eyes, releasing a tired breath. Didn’t they know she worked hard and need her personal time to herself too? “Miss Turner- wait,” the girl called out as she stepped into the elevator. Not wanting to come across as overly rude, Kat stuck her hand out to keep the door from closing as the girl made the last step to her. Probably it was that she referred to her as Miss Turner and not ‘reporter’ again, she decided to wait. “You had a visitor today. When I went to write it down on the records, I noticed that he was here last week too but you were not notified because the other receptionist- uh- is no longer here.” ‘I wasn’t notified- a male? Since- a week? Did the mayor’s wife hire someone to follow me so long now?’ Kat’s eyes widened, her heart giving an extra beat- Kat wasn’t scared but this is something she should have known of before today she feels. The girl looked like she was filled with remorse for she covered her mouth with both hands and her thin eyebrows twisted. Gosh, teenagers and their overly dramatic selves. The other receptionist left or was she fired? Kat had made two reports on her already, one for making out with her boyfriend by the desk and two- she was seen coming out of an apartment by Kat, three times when she was supposed to be at the front desk. She was all for the part-time positions but Kat disliked when people were dishonest. “Yes?” Kat looked at the girl waiting, wanting to roll her eyes for the girl was beginning to irritate her again. “The name? Did he leave his name?” Of course, he left a name for it was on the record but she still asked. “No- he said you know him from high school,” the girl replied, irritating Kat more with her incompetence. Removing her hand from between the doors, she stepped back, pressing the button that would take her to her floor. “Try to take a name next time,” she advises the girl she deemed a ‘dimwit’ and added, “Thank you,” because her mother raised her with manners. Katherine also knew the girl would be making faces when the elevator doors closed as most teenagers did when adults displeased them. 'High school? That left hundreds of people. Who takes a message and no name?' Well, these idiots here clearly, Kat answered her own thoughts. And who the heck comes and says, “Uh no I can’t leave a name but I was here last week.” Should she start panicking? Nah- she would know when it was that time and her ‘bones were settled’ as her mother used to say. Katherine Sky Turner loathed incompetency in people. Inside her apartment, Kat dropped her beige purse and keys on the table and stepped out of her stilettos by the door. She unbuttoned her coat and hung it on the hanger, remembering to take the cell phone out of the pockets. She removed her earrings and walked into her bedroom, putting her jewellery on the vanity table. Ugh- men loved women naked but with jewellery on- a long dainty layered initial necklace- in the old mayor’s case. Unzipping the tight dress, she dropped it on the carpeted floor and removed her bra and it joined the discarded black dress. Charcoal stockings, with the lace top followed. “Hmm-” she sighed as she felt like she could properly breathe again. Clad in her underwear alone, she then unclipped her hair from its tight bun and rumpled the roots moaning again at the freedom she felt as she walked into her kitchen. Taking out some kits, she reheated them and ate right there, not bothering to go to the table or use a plate. Seducing a man was so much work- of course, the mayor was old so it didn’t really matter if she had her boobs pressed up to her face or not but she didn’t want to chance it. And it worked- for one look at them and he was hooked. Her violet-coloured irises shook him too, especially how her dark long, thick waist-length hair, complimented her already attractive slim figure and soft-featured face. Men are pathetic. The older they get, the stupider they become. Pouring a glass of wine into a goblet, she walked into her bathroom, doing a little shimmy dance basking in her victory of catching the mayor red-handed, she opened the tap to put the bathtub to full, adjusting the water temperature to suit. She finished the glass and was about to go back to refill it when she noticed an outline of a man looking at her, perched on the edge of her bed. Her entire body came to an abrupt stop and she stared at him. Her cell phone was on her vanity table just five feet away. Should she scream? Who would hear her anyway? That stupid receptionist- she let the man up? Why didn’t she say so in the first place? Now you panic Kat. ‘Maybe I should not have closed the doors on her- maybe she was trying to tell me he was here…’ She saw the man’s head move at a forty-five-degree angle, his cap giving away his exact line of vision- he had looked from her to the phone. “What’s your move, Katherine?”