>Writer's Workshop: Deflated
>Blair was feeling quite pleased with herself. All of the paperwork that had been shredded in the elevator had been restored to her, and her attorney had managed to secure all the permits she needed. She was finally going to be able to put those last touches into the gallery and get an opening date established. She knew this would appease her artists.
For the first time since Louis died, she felt truly happy. This was quite the accomplishment; the token that said that all her dreams were finally coming true. She knew that while her father would not say it, he was proud of her. She had done it all without his money. She would now be wealthy in her own right, and all those long looks down the aristocratic noses of those within her father’s social circle would disappear.
With her confidence high, she opened her Macbook to send out the email to all her artists she had composed three months before. The sigh that escaped her lips was a liberated one.
It is with great joy that I send you this email. I have gotten all the final approvals to complete the construction of the art gallery and have selected an opening date. I am honored to have your presence there to help create a smashing good show to open the gallery with. Please mark your calendar for Saturday, August 22, at 7:00.
I do require that you arrive at least 2 hours prior to the start of the show in order to set up your display. If you are unable to arrive that early, and wish that have another start in your stead, please be sure to send me their information so I can add them to the security list.
Thank you once again for your extreme patience in waiting with me for the approvals. Your continued support has been appreciated and has not gone unnoticed. Should you need assistance with anything, please do not hesitate to let me know.
Hmmm. No LinkedIn contacts today. That’s just as well. Facebook always has the good stuff anyway. She felt a sense of euphoria as she waited for the page to load. It always loaded to the news feed, so she quickly skimmed through it before clicking on profile and bringing up her page. Her notification bubble revealed that she had received a few comments on her wall.
They were quick enough to read. Most of them were from one of the artists or a friend looking for an opening date. Her eyes scanned the page, taking it all in, basking in the glow of the care her friends and employees gave regarding the opening. Then she saw it:
Regina A. Delacroix: How many city officials did you have to screw this time, you old whore? I’m really hoping that your gallery opens soon so I can show the whole world what a thief and liar Ms. Blair Weathers really is. The elevator was just the start. I’m rounding up the grand finale now. Mark my words. You will pay for this. Does Daddy know how you cheated your way through college?
“You bitch!” Blair screamed at the laptop. She rose to her feet. “You bitch!! Two can play at this game!!”
Damage had been done. She hadn’t seen the comment in time to delete it, and 32 other people had seen it and commented. People that she needed to snub noses with. People that she needed in order to open her gallery successfully. Some of them were horrified at the words left on the page but others, the ones waiting for Blair to make a mistake, swooped in like vultures attempting to further destroy her reputation and good name.
If she deleted it, she looked guilty of the charges Regina listed. If she left it up there, it would be there for the rest of the world to see. It didn’t look good for her no matter how she approached it.
She picked up her cellphone.
This is another piece to my novel-in-progress in the tab above labeled “Weathered“. It is in response to Mama Kat’s prompt #5.) Social media is an amazing way to reunite with old friends. Describe a good or not-so-good experience you’ve had with it.
–Stephanie, AKA The Drama Mama