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Celine stood up uneasily as the receptionist waved her back towards the desk. That wasn't her real surname- she doubted back in Greece that her family would have had one, as only noble families did- but she was the speechwriter for the new UN secretary-general, and as such she felt she needed a surname. Also, she used one to keep herself protected, in a sense. It seemed most if not all people had a surname in this universe, and if someone found her who had no business doing so, it could be changed more easily than simply deriving a name from her birth province- though she hoped no one would find her, as she had feared after the fire in her childhood that she would be kidnapped, but it hadn't happened.
While her eyes weren't the color of pale azure to which the name referred, they turned a dark blue like Blue Sea Sediment Jasper in certain lights, so it was at least a sort-of-related characteristic.
'I'm sorry, Miss Galanis, we'll have to reschedule your appointment.Your assigned counselor had a family emergency- that was him just now. Perhaps next week?'
"No. Not the week after that, either. Too many social obligations, I'm afraid."
'We'll call if there are any openings. I really am sorry.'
Celine nodded, then realized she had nearly walked away without her purse, which held her cell phone, car keys, wallet- everything necessary to existence in the universe, anyway, it seemed.
She'd just begun a new job as the speechwriter for the UN's new secretary-general, and the nightmares of the fire in her past were returning for the first time in this universe.
Why did everything have to remind her of her past, anyway? Despite her horrible childhood memories, she was an ambassador's daughter, and with her interest in literature as well as her knowledge of languages and politics, she might have made the perfect speechwriter for someone so important- at least as far as things went. She'd only just started, but she had no doubt her father's credentials as well as her own political knowledge among other things had landed her the job.
She was finding her footing here, and besides, nothing serious had happened since she was ten. Why couldn't her mind just block those memories out entirely?
She sighed, returning for her purse, and had just reclaimed the seat briefly to organize it when she noticed someone in the waiting area she hadn't seen when she'd arrived.
"Hello." She smiled cordially, but there was something about this man with chocolate skin and dark eyes she liked. Or maybe something she recognized, at least.
Did he have his own demons to fight?
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'Celine Galanis?'
Celine stood up uneasily as the receptionist waved her back towards the desk. That wasn't her real surname- she doubted back in Greece that her family would have had one, as only noble families did- but she was the speechwriter for the new UN secretary-general, and as such she felt she needed a surname. Also, she used one to keep herself protected, in a sense. It seemed most if not all people had a surname in this universe, and if someone found her who had no business doing so, it could be changed more easily than simply deriving a name from her birth province- though she hoped no one would find her, as she had feared after the fire in her childhood that she would be kidnapped, but it hadn't happened.
While her eyes weren't the color of pale azure to which the name referred, they turned a dark blue like Blue Sea Sediment Jasper in certain lights, so it was at least a sort-of-related characteristic.
'I'm sorry, Miss Galanis, we'll have to reschedule your appointment.Your assigned counselor had a family emergency- that was him just now. Perhaps next week?'
"No. Not the week after that, either. Too many social obligations, I'm afraid."
'We'll call if there are any openings. I really am sorry.'
Celine nodded, then realized she had nearly walked away without her purse, which held her cell phone, car keys, wallet- everything necessary to existence in the universe, anyway, it seemed.
She'd just begun a new job as the speechwriter for the UN's new secretary-general, and the nightmares of the fire in her past were returning for the first time in this universe.
Why did everything have to remind her of her past, anyway? Despite her horrible childhood memories, she was an ambassador's daughter, and with her interest in literature as well as her knowledge of languages and politics, she might have made the perfect speechwriter for someone so important- at least as far as things went. She'd only just started, but she had no doubt her father's credentials as well as her own political knowledge among other things had landed her the job.
She was finding her footing here, and besides, nothing serious had happened since she was ten. Why couldn't her mind just block those memories out entirely?
She sighed, returning for her purse, and had just reclaimed the seat briefly to organize it when she noticed someone in the waiting area she hadn't seen when she'd arrived.
"Hello." She smiled cordially, but there was something about this man with chocolate skin and dark eyes she liked. Or maybe something she recognized, at least.
Did he have his own demons to fight?
'Celine Galanis?'
Celine stood up uneasily as the receptionist waved her back towards the desk. That wasn't her real surname- she doubted back in Greece that her family would have had one, as only noble families did- but she was the speechwriter for the new UN secretary-general, and as such she felt she needed a surname. Also, she used one to keep herself protected, in a sense. It seemed most if not all people had a surname in this universe, and if someone found her who had no business doing so, it could be changed more easily than simply deriving a name from her birth province- though she hoped no one would find her, as she had feared after the fire in her childhood that she would be kidnapped, but it hadn't happened.
While her eyes weren't the color of pale azure to which the name referred, they turned a dark blue like Blue Sea Sediment Jasper in certain lights, so it was at least a sort-of-related characteristic.
'I'm sorry, Miss Galanis, we'll have to reschedule your appointment.Your assigned counselor had a family emergency- that was him just now. Perhaps next week?'
"No. Not the week after that, either. Too many social obligations, I'm afraid."
'We'll call if there are any openings. I really am sorry.'
Celine nodded, then realized she had nearly walked away without her purse, which held her cell phone, car keys, wallet- everything necessary to existence in the universe, anyway, it seemed.
She'd just begun a new job as the speechwriter for the UN's new secretary-general, and the nightmares of the fire in her past were returning for the first time in this universe.
Why did everything have to remind her of her past, anyway? Despite her horrible childhood memories, she was an ambassador's daughter, and with her interest in literature as well as her knowledge of languages and politics, she might have made the perfect speechwriter for someone so important- at least as far as things went. She'd only just started, but she had no doubt her father's credentials as well as her own political knowledge among other things had landed her the job.
She was finding her footing here, and besides, nothing serious had happened since she was ten. Why couldn't her mind just block those memories out entirely?
She sighed, returning for her purse, and had just reclaimed the seat briefly to organize it when she noticed someone in the waiting area she hadn't seen when she'd arrived.
"Hello." She smiled cordially, but there was something about this man with chocolate skin and dark eyes she liked. Or maybe something she recognized, at least.