Downtown Seattle (5) – Ladies Night.

Simone’s eyes darkened as she stared down Raul, who was grinning at her like a Cheshire cat. The last thing she wanted at this point in time was to have his greasy looking mitts all over her just to sell a strand of pearls. Just then one of the assistants came in with a platter of nibbles for the gathered throng of Sales reps and designers. It was already starting to remind her of an after party at one of her shows, and this was just the lead up to the fashion show. But there was something about the smell of the small bite sized morsels that suddenly had Simone looking green. She slapped her hand over her mouth and then looked for the nearest exit. She was going to be sick.

Pushing past Raul and Giseppe, she reached the door and then hot footed it down to the nearest ladies toilet, where she slammed open the door and made a bee line for the nearest cubicle. Collapsing to her knees and hugging the porcelain, she started to throw up. And it was bad. Her gut wrenching heaves were enough to make the girl in the next cubicle gag.

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“Are you alright?” The office clerk asked, as Simone was wiping the drool off her bottom lip and trying to catch her breath.“I’m sick…I’m….R.A.L.P.H!!!! ~blurg!~” Oh it was nasty. Everything Simone had eaten for breakfast, and even dinner the night before was making a second appearance. She coated the bowl. It was simply horrific.

Falling back on her ass, she started to cry as the mascara she wore was running down her cheeks.

“What is wrong with me?” She whimpered as she drew her knees up to her chest and sobbed.

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After having cleaned herself up from the vomit that stained her shirt, Simone came out of the ladies room only to be confronted by Erica. Turns out the other staffer in the cubicle beside Simone’s was the office gossip. Erica reached for Simone’s arm and dragged the hapless blonde down to the conference room. Thankfully, it was not in use and they had it to themselves. Locking the door so that they wouldn’t be followed, Erica stared at Simone with a grim expression. The ride to the office that morning, Simone had shown her a pregnancy test stick that had been in her bag. Naturally, Erica jumped to conclusions.

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“Mary from accounts said she heard you throwing up. Now…after this morning, you know….”

Erica didn’t need to elaborate, since Simone knew exactly where this was going. “It has to be something I ate. Erica…I swear, I’m not pregnant. Okay?”

This was not enough for Erica, who had gained Simone a top spot in the fashion Week parade. “But you said so yourself. That there was a chance and it might be Brock’s.”

Simone hissed at Erica, starting to get nasty about bringing up Brock’s name. “No..no…just no.”

The blonde ran her fingers through her hair, looking like an animal caught in a trap. The last thing she needed right now was to be expecting. The very thought of it turned Simone cold. “I can’t be. I wouldn’t know what to do with a baby. You would be looking at the world’s worst mother.” Simone said, tapping her chest.

Erica started pacing, as Simone leaned back on the conference room table. It must still be early days, at least that is what Erica thought. She came to a stop and then pointed at Simone. “We are going to a family clinic. Find out once and for all, then…you are going to have to make a decision.” Erica approached her friend and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll even go with you. Okay Simmy? You won’t be alone in this.”

Simone had to admit, that was probably the kindest thing Erica had ever said to her friend. She let out an exasperated sigh, and hugged her good friend. Erica rubbed her back lightly and said.

“Now…about that nude photo shoot.”

“ERICA?!”

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