Author: esme ali cullen PM
When the daughter Amanda's kept secret comes to live with her thing get a little crazy. Especially with True around!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Drama - Amanda C. & True J. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,353 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 09-07-11 - Published: 09-04-11 - id: 7354177
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Disclaimer: This type of story is a bit new to me so please tell me what you think. I love reviews even if you tell me my story was bad. I really hope you like this. I don't own True Jackson VP.
I sat in my office staring at my design. I had drawn a strapless dress that had a belt with a flower on it. I loved the way it looked but I couldn't decide what color it should be. I needed help but I wasn't sure who to ask. Lulu had taken the day off, Mr. Maddigan was in meetings all day, Oscar had calls coming in non-stop, and I didn't even want to know where Ryan was. I guess that only left Amanda.
I walked out of my office just as she came around the corner. She was walking toward her office at a fast pace. I decided to go talk to her.
"Hey Amanda," I said. "Can I get your advice about something?"
"True, I don't have time to play any of your little games," she replied. I followed her into her office.
"No it's not like that," I explained. "See I'm designing a dress and I can't decide what color it should be. So I thought maybe you could help me." She looked up.
"Well I'm flattered but I really do need to check my phone messages," she said. She put down her things and reached for her phone.
"Don't you have an assistant for that?" I asked her.
"I'm looking for something specific. So if you would kindly be on your way." She pressed a button on her phone and it began to speak.
"Hey Amanda," said a man's voice. "It's John Cantwell. I normally wouldn't bother you at work with a personal matter but I seem to have lost your cell number. I'm calling about Alana. She um…. Well I think this is something we need to talk about so if you could just give me a call. I left my number with your assistant." I looked at her with a confused expresstion.
"Who's Alana?" I asked. "And who's John Cantwell?" she glared at me.
"Are you still here?" she asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Oh come on!" I begged. "You can tell me! And you know I'll find out anyway if you don't." she rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Very well then," she said. "But if the whole office finds out about this I'm coming after you. John Cantwell is my ex-husband. We got divorced years ago and Alana is our daughter. He got custody of her in the split and they moved to California."
"You're joking right?" I asked her. She shook her head. "You have a daughter that you never told us about? How do you manage to do that?"
"Simple," she explained. "I don't like mixing my business and personal life and Alana lives across the country. The most contact I have is a video chat now and then and a call before she goes to bed each night."
"You should call him right now!" I urged. She looked at me with an annoyed look.
"Don't you have a dress to design or something?" she asked.
"Oh that can wait!" I said. I ran out and got the number from her assistant. "Call him." She took the number and reluctantly called. I sat in front of her desk and listened to the conversation. After a couple minutes she hung up.
"He says Alana wants to come live with me," she said slowly. "She's flying in on Thursday."
"That's only three days from now!" I said. "You should let me and Lulu help you get ready! We could plan something for her!"
"Okay that's about all I can take of you for one day," she said to me. "Out Muppet!"