City Lounge: New York (Book Two, Chapter Eight: Izzie’s World II)

Chapter Eight: Izzie’s World II:

Izzie rules her world. She knows what she wants and will chase it down. Kris and Dianne try their best to keep up with her crazy. How does she keep them in her life? That’s all her secret.

This morning, she danced around in her room to Roy Ayers. Dianne walked up to her open bedroom door. She knocked on the hard white wood. Izzie spun around and froze.

“Yeah?” she asked. Dianne seemed to be shouting something at her.

“What?” Izzie asked over the loud music. Her girlfriend shouted louder again.

“What?!” the writer asked again. Dianne sighed and rolled her eyes as she reached over to turn off the stereo.

“Why did you stop it?” Izzie asked.

“I’m trying to tell you that Kathy is on her way right now,” Dianne said. At first, her girlfriend gave her a confused look.

“Huh?” she asked.

“Kathy,” the Scottish woman said. “Your publishing agent.” Izzie’s face went flat.

“Oh,” she said. Dianne slapped her hands at her sides.

“She’s supposed to come over today to collect your book!” she said. Izzie gave her a blank stare.

“Huh?” she asked. Her girlfriend hit herself in the forehead.

“Did you really forget?!” she asked.

“No,” Izzie said, shaking her head. She turned and walked over to her closet.

“What are you doing?” Dianne asked.

“I’m going out,” her girlfriend said. Izzie opened the close and looked through her various number of clothes. “Let’s see. What am I wearing today?” The journalist walked over with a confused look on her face.

“No,” she said.

“Should I wear shorts or a my favorite sun dress?” Izzie asked.


“It’s a nice day, I’ll go with the dress.”


“Yes, dress it is.”


The writer turned her head. “What?”

“You will not do this again!” Dianne said. She folded her arms across her chest. Izzie tilted her head.

“Do what?” she asked. Her girlfriend threw back her head and groaned. Then, the door bell rang.

“She’s here!” Dianne said. She turned and ran out of the room. Meanwhile, Izzie pulled out her favorite sundress and changed clothes.


Dianne ran to the door.

“Coming!” she shouted. She unlocked the door and removed the chain. A woman in their her thirties stood outside with messy dark brown hair and an uncomfortable red dress. She held her file to her side. Her pearls could work as a noose.

“Hello, Dianne,” the woman said.

“Hello, Kathy,” the Scottish woman said. “Is Izzie home?”

“Why yes,” Dianne said. “Follow me.” Kathy’s eyes shifted back and forth as she followed the other woman into the apartment. She held her file to her her side. Would Izzie behavior today? This morning started out good. Kathy got up, had a shower, had breakfast, drank her coffee, and went to work. Why did she have to come out to Izzie’s apartment today? Every time she left, Kathy felt her blood pressure going through the roof. The publishing house kept Izzie around because she was such a best-selling author. Kathy rubbed her forehead.

“I didn’t need this today,” she muttered under her breath.

“What?” Dianne asked, looking over her shoulder. Kathy jerked her head upwards as she forced herself to smile.

“Nothing!” she lied. “Everything’s fine!” Dianne walked ahead back to Izzie’s room.

“Izzie!” she called. “Kathy’s here!” To their shock, the two women found the room empty. They looked and spotted the open window with the deep red curtains blowing in the window. Kathy broke down trembling as she held onto her file. She slowly shook her head.

“No,” she murmured. “No. No! No!” Dianne walked over to the window and looked out and down.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” she wailed. Kathy sank to her knees with big eyes. All of the color drained from her face.

“Not again!” she wailed. “Why does she always do that to me?!” Dianne was about to walk over and comfort the agent when something caught her eye on the desk.

“Huh?” she asked. The journalist walked over to the desk and raised her eyebrow.

“What?” she asked. “She finished the book?” Kathy lifted her head.

“Huh?” she asked as she walked over. The agent and Dianne looked at the manuscript on the desk. Kathy picked up the stack of papers.

“So she did,” she said.


Meanwhile, Izzie walked down the street, smirking to herself. Perfect, she thought. She took out her iPod and put in her earbuds. Roy Ayers’ music filled her head.

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