WHITE pt I

Hello all!
I’m new and also new to writing. this story is a rather lengthy work of fiction so hang with me if you can. I’ll be the first to admit that I am no English professor but this story isn’t about English or, professors. It’s about people.-That’s my apology in advance for my abuse of the language and keyboard. ..Okay and punctuation and form and structure and so on. I hope you enjoy! Post a comment or shoot me a message with your thoughts.





White
pt.I









It was a Thursday afternoon. In her cubicle, Nicole Hichs expertly tapped away at an email. She worked for an insurance firm that dealt in the hotel business. Her official title was, Coordinator, Corporate Annuity Logistics and Hospitalities On-site. The job Meant alot of travel but the money was good. She didn’t mind the travel because it only meant being out of town for about a week each month. She especially didn’t mind when it meant traveling to an exotic locale. Those trips were pretty few and far between however.
“Gee what a title.” She said under her breath, typing it in. “..It’s like they wrote words on confetti, threw it up in the air and called us whatever landed face up. Finished! That takes care of that San Diego mess. Kay, you ever wonder why they couldn’t think of anything better than coordinator, corporate blah blah B.S? ”
“Hmm? You say summ’n, Nix?” Kaylyn replied, turning around from the opposite cube.
Kaylyn was one of Nicole’s four best friends. All five grew up together and, to them Nicole was ‘Nikki’. Over time they came to just calling her ‘Nix’. They also called her other goofy names like, ‘Hicky-Nik’ and ‘Tricky-Nik’ and so on. For drunken girls nights they had, ‘Tipsy-Hick’ and of course the dreaded ‘Sicky-Nik’. She had the perfect name to mess with and the girls never seemed to get bored of doing just that. Most of the time it was still just Nikki though. After high school, the five went to college together. They laughed together, cried together, partied through the eighties and hair-band concerts together. They pretty much went through it all. Now in their mid to late thirties, they were still inseparable. Kaylyn and Nicole were probably the most inseperable and were even hired on at the firm as a pair.
“…Our titles and why they suck.”
“Oh!..Well the ‘Brit’ told me, the more our clients are confused about what we do, the better our job security.” Kaylyn smirked cynically as she got up stood on her tip toes peering over the forest of cubicles surrounding them.
Nikki rolled her eyes. “You know, the only reason he said that is because he didn’t know the answer. ..And if he wasn’t going freaking senial he’d..”
“Nikki!” Kaylyn interupted. “He’s comin over here.”
“Oh yay.” Nikki mumbled.
“Nicole!” A Balding white haired barrel of a man wearing wrinkled kahkis and a bad wool sweater rounded the corner.
“Hey Backlund!” They faked in unison.
Looking down at her and ignoring their greeting, he continued. “You Miss Hichs, have to make a hop to the tropics.”
“What?? I didin’t recieved anything on our clients in the the trop..”
“I know you didn’t. It’s a new one. ..Another Radisson. Real short notice. Seems they got the bid on a shindig for some Argentinian delegates. We need someone down there by Monday.”
“Monday?? But I don’t have any account prep for it.”
“Porter’s already on it. You’ll have it tonight.”
“Okay… Let’s see..,” She thought aloud. “..That’ll give me tomorrow and Saturday and maybe.. Oh crap! I can’t! My son’s flying in for the week!”
“Nikki, you’ve wrapped up San Diego and, with all of the new accounts coming in you’re all I’ve got!”
“But Tom, he just finished his first full year of college and it’s his birth..” She stopped and turned toward Kaylyn with her hands to her head. “It’s his birthday next week!”
“Nice one, MOM.” Kaylyn chimed.
“KayKay..” She pleaded.
Kaylyn shook her head. “I can’t. They’re sending me to St. Petersburg next week remember?”
The old Brit breathed heavily, peering over his glasses. His nose hair whistling. “Get him a sitter or tie him to a tree, Nikki. Hell, take him with you if you have to!”
“But isn’t it policy that we don’t bring”..
He turned and huffed toward his offfice. “…Then write him up as a bloody consultant or something! Just make sure your butt is on a plane Sunday!”
Nikki and Kaylyn stood looking at eachother. Kaylyn motioned with her hands and silently mouthed “where!”
“Oh.. yeah. Hey Tom, where is it again?” Nikki called across the room.
” I just told you! Kingston, dammit!”
“Sweeeeeet! That spells Jamaica!” Whispered Kaylyn. “..But yeah..Totally senial..”
“Sweet indeeeeed!” Nikki excitedly collected her things. “I’m takin off. Hey, is everybody still on for tonight?”
“Yup!” Kaylyn chirped. “Most of us anyway. I just have to finish up a few things and i’ll be there.
“Awesome! Love you, KayKay. Oh! I gotta call our new ‘Consultant’ too!
“Ahh yes…Ms.Nicole Hichs, Consultant Coordinator!” Kaylyn mused as Nikki headed for the door.
“..Now that I can live with!”









The door squeaked as Nikki entered the Pink Lagoon or, ‘Pink Lagoo-‘ as the sign reads at night. It was a dive but, it was the group’s usual haunt and they had a favorite secluded table out on the edge of the patio. Walking through the bar and out the side door, she headed directly for it and found Kim and Leigh with a drink waiting for her.
“Nixy-Lips!”
“Well that’s a new one, Kim-Chi.” Nikki laughed, setting her purse on the table.
At her usual twenty words-per-second, Kim immediatley shot back, “Kim-Chi wasn’t. Okay hug time!”
“Hey Leezy!” Nikki purred, as she embraced them both.
“Hey Nikki-baby.” Leigh replied, smiling warmly.
“You hear from Kay at all?” Nikki asked, taking a seat on one of the stool chairs.
“Yeah I just got off the phone with her,” Leigh softly replied. “She said she had to pick up her friend Jennifer and they’re on their way.”
“Who the hell is Jennifer?” Kim said, quick and sharp.
“Yeah, do we know her?” Nikki asked.
Leigh shook her head, drawing on the straw in her drink. “I don’t think so. Kay met her not too long ago.. I think their kids are in daycare together or something.. She told me but, I can’t remember exactly.”
“So is she a bitch? Or is she okay or what?” Kim snapped.
“I’m not sure,” Leigh smiled.