First Generation - Candice
“Will you be in the office today?”
“No – Miles, handle this yourself”
Candice walks down the River North sidewalk in a long, very expensive, overcoat carrying a handbag and cell phone in the same arm. The *click-clok* of her designer heals can be heard though the speaker phone.
“Ok but I will need you to weigh in on the reply to– “
“I have told you before the contract needs to be redlined by our in-house legal counsel before the global contact can be signed. Do you have Red-lines from my in-house counsel yet Miles!?”
“No”
“No you don’t! Get it done and do not send a response to the global team until I have reviewed it”
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“Understood”
Click*
Her long blond hair bounces on her shoulders as she walks towards her. She was a natural blond in her youth. Now it takes 4 hours in a standing monthly appointment with her very expensive hairdresser to keep this look. She is an imposing woman, fit, and always well made-up.
*Click-clock*
“Good Morning Ms. Walsh” the door man say, pulling to door open as she approaches.
“Morning Terry” Candice does not break stride as she heads to the elevator.
No one joins her on the elevator ride to her floor. Wonderful. She feels a small relief as the door closes. She presses the round “32” button and checks her phone.
The penthouse condo is worth a fortune but her family purchased it years ago. She grew up in the Chicago Suburbs. In highschool during her parents divorce and her father purchased this penthouse. She is an only child. When her parents spilt it was hard on her. Her childhood made her not want to be a mother of an only child. Kids need playmates.
Candice uses the key fob to unlock the front door and hangs her bag and jacket on the hook.
Baby Lyra is awake in the baby-sitters arms. Lyra is 9 months old.
The tension in her shoulders relaxes…she quietly walks and takes her child from Sara, the babysitter.
“She just fell asleep” Sara says
Her phone buzzes drawing her attention to her pocket. Immediately angry that the notification may wake Lyra.
3 new Messages (Kyle)
“Good Morning – how did Lyra sleep”
“Things are going well here…I miss you”
“How’s Lyra? Can you send a photo?”
Candice’s jaw tightens
I never should have married that man, she thinks. Their “separation” began six months.