The Devil's Angel

ay to herself at least, it's how things were supposed to be. Tiana walked down from the stairs that spiralled in clear cut edges. "Coming" a sigh of resignation hit her,she needed to get the he

as going to ignore this child from start to finish,there was no way she was going to stoop to his level and secretly she hoped that she would pass the dinner quietly. "Hun!" A gasp nearly left Tiana's throat with how unexpected her mother's shrill voice cut through the air, Mr Smith had a look on his eyes that suggested that it had affected him too but her mother was not the least bit offended by it " what do you say that Tiana work as a receptionist for that kimbaki hotel not too far from here" to say Tiana was spooked was an understatement, she got left behind last week and today her mother had known about it, suddenly it's evening and she's getting a new job? What about wanting to talk about it first? What about asking her permission? The shock registered on Tiana's gave was doing a good job at remaining low-key as she slowly punched her meat with her fork, making sad noises as she did so. "Yeah. Sure. She'll do well" coming from her father, that was a lie. A big fay whooping low because for one it was obvious he wasn't interested and two she had no interest whatsoever trying to give reception at any company, hospital, hotel... It wasn't going to work. "Mom, I don't have experience" Tiana threaded with absolute care, careful not to upset her mother but that was besides the point because it was destined that she would no matter the consequences. She was always going to upset the woman. "Oh, darling. You don't need experience. My buddy George? He'll fix you right up, don't fret" and with that the conversation was done and over with. Tiana couldn't believe her eyes, what the fuck just happened. She didn't want this insane job, she had a degree in business and an additional degree in party planning, she may not look it but indoor life was not for her and least of all, was not for the weak. She badly wanted to behave like a teenager and stomp out of the house and grumble but she was twenty-one and sadly not a child and she was also twenty-one and more importantly not to be talked to like a child. She squeezed her fork with clenched fists, she was going to speak her mind right now. "I don't want to work there mom. I find it pretty annoying that you want to impose a job on me barely twenty-four hours after you found out my work moved - "You mean left you or better still fired you" Sam imputed with a little grin playi