A snippet from my twisted fairy tale - Sexy Red Hood - on Friday Snippets #FridaySnippets

When the elevator doors slid open, Red stepped into the hallway. Before her, stood the impressive glass and brass doors of Hood's Chocolatier--the corporate offices of one of the country's largest independent chocolate makers. She stepped through the doorway, and marched toward her cubicle. Three steps from her destination, the word, "Esmeralda!" broke the silence. Caught! She sighed, formed a smile, turned. "Yes, Mother?" "Where have you been? I've called and called." "I noticed. Six voice mails and fourteen text messages. Nothing said urgent. You seem fine. I'm fine. So what's the big deal?" She frowned. What could be the problem? "Oh no, is it Grandma?" Her mother threw her hands up. "Yes!" "What? What's wrong with her? Is she sick? She didn't fall and break anything, did she?" "She's driving me out of my mind." Red bit back the sentence – Oh happy day – and instead managed to say, "What's she done now?" "Not here. Come into my office." "Can I go put my coat and things—" Hearing her mother's sigh of frustration, Red surrendered then remembered that following her mother to her office would mean passing by the office of Stanley Parkinson, VP of Sales. She stood a little taller, pulled in her stomach and confidently strode near his office then deflated at the sight of his closed door. Entering at the door marked R. Hood, Red had barely stepped into the office, when her mother pushed her aside, closed the door and stood before her. "Your grandmother has booked a stateroom on a cruise ship and is taking a man with her." Sensing So, was the wrong answer, Red let her mother vent whatever bothered her. This day could still be saved. If her mother stayed focused on the crisis-of-the-moment she might forget the weekly discussion of her love life. "A man. Did you hear me?" "Yes, Mother." Red unbuttoned her coat, dropped her gloves, scarf and onto the seat next to her then settled in the brown leather chair in front of the desk. Her mother walked around and sat behind her large, hand carved, oak desk. It provided an imposing barrier between mother and daughter. "I haven't told you this before, but your grandmother's going through your grandfather's money faster than you can go through a tub of maple walnut ice cream after a breakup." "Mom!"

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