BlondeAmbition4RP
Primadonna Girl
- Joined
- Sep 25, 2016
- Posts
- 3,242
"Tabitha, I didn't invite you to dinner tonight because I wanted to talk about trains, planes, and automobiles."
Tabitha had been about to lift her drink to her lips for another taste, but paused at the seriousness in Marcus' tone, setting the drink down and looking at him questioningly instead. So far their conversation that evening had been fairly lighthearted, Marcus putting her at ease as they talked about everything from her over a year long relationship with Ryan to how silly she'd felt as Miss Marla dressed her up as if Tabitha were her own personal Barbie doll. She'd even opened up to him about how badly she wanted to have a more hands on role in Daniels Travel now that her parents were gone and make sure that the company continued to succeed. She'd never been terribly interested in being involved before, but knew that it was what her parents would have wanted.
As a child, along with Tabitha's weekly piano lessons her parents had also insisted upon private tutoring in both Mandarin and Russian, explaining to their daughter that it was to prepare her should she end up joining them in "the family business" someday. Then when Tabitha had entered high school they had instructed her to choose Spanish as her foreign language for the same reason, requiring that she continue on with her study of the language for all four years of high school and then in college as well. Obviously it had meant a great deal to them. Her plan was to leave Chuck in charge of things for the time being while she finished her degree, declaring herself a Business major or something else that would be useful, and then taking on her parent's old roles once she'd graduated.
"I wanted to talk to you about your parents. More specifically, about their deaths."
Tabitha's blood ran cold, a feeling of dread filling her at the tone in Marcus' voice.
"Tabitha ... your parents' car accident. It ... it wasn't an accident. Their car didn't leave the road because of icy conditions, like the police report claimed. They were run off the road. Tabitha ... your parents ... they were killed."
She froze, barely even breathing for a moment as she processed his words. Her eyes stared at him in disbelief, but she could tell on the look on his face that he truly believed what he was telling her to be true.
"W-what?," she stammered, hardly believing what he was telling her, a thousand questions rushing at her all at once, "You... you're certain? How could the police report be false? ... How do you know this?"
Tabitha had been about to lift her drink to her lips for another taste, but paused at the seriousness in Marcus' tone, setting the drink down and looking at him questioningly instead. So far their conversation that evening had been fairly lighthearted, Marcus putting her at ease as they talked about everything from her over a year long relationship with Ryan to how silly she'd felt as Miss Marla dressed her up as if Tabitha were her own personal Barbie doll. She'd even opened up to him about how badly she wanted to have a more hands on role in Daniels Travel now that her parents were gone and make sure that the company continued to succeed. She'd never been terribly interested in being involved before, but knew that it was what her parents would have wanted.
As a child, along with Tabitha's weekly piano lessons her parents had also insisted upon private tutoring in both Mandarin and Russian, explaining to their daughter that it was to prepare her should she end up joining them in "the family business" someday. Then when Tabitha had entered high school they had instructed her to choose Spanish as her foreign language for the same reason, requiring that she continue on with her study of the language for all four years of high school and then in college as well. Obviously it had meant a great deal to them. Her plan was to leave Chuck in charge of things for the time being while she finished her degree, declaring herself a Business major or something else that would be useful, and then taking on her parent's old roles once she'd graduated.
"I wanted to talk to you about your parents. More specifically, about their deaths."
Tabitha's blood ran cold, a feeling of dread filling her at the tone in Marcus' voice.
"Tabitha ... your parents' car accident. It ... it wasn't an accident. Their car didn't leave the road because of icy conditions, like the police report claimed. They were run off the road. Tabitha ... your parents ... they were killed."
She froze, barely even breathing for a moment as she processed his words. Her eyes stared at him in disbelief, but she could tell on the look on his face that he truly believed what he was telling her to be true.
"W-what?," she stammered, hardly believing what he was telling her, a thousand questions rushing at her all at once, "You... you're certain? How could the police report be false? ... How do you know this?"