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me a favor, next time you talk to Angel, tell her I'm too busy to talk. I'd prefer it if you didn't talk to my mum at all, but since you never do what I say or suggest, make sure it's known that I don't want to speak to her," she said seriously, before leaving the room.
     
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    It was eight o'clock by the time Rory's midnight blue Audi rolled through the iron gates of her property. She parked the car in the garage and walked into her house. She stopped inside the study to turn on her laptop, before strolling up the stairs and into her lavish bedroom with a balcony and an ocean view. She walked into her closet, stripping off her company shirt and chino style pants and tossing them into the overflowing basket full of dirty clothes. She put on a white t-shirt, then slipped a canary yellow polo shirt over it and pulled on a pair of khaki colored cargo pants. She stopped momentarily, looking at herself in the mirror before exiting her room. 
    Rory walked through the open doorway of her study and sat in the leather chair behind the desk, bumping the wireless mouse next to the laptop to turn off the screensaver. Her personal computer had the same program as the one in her office, so she was able to continue working when she was at home. Rory yawned softly as she ran her fingers through her short blond hair. She logged into her office software and her inbox flashed three new messages. She walked into the living room in search of her iPod when she heard the doorbell on the gate ring. She pressed the call button on the intercom thinking it was Martie trying to redeem herself, even though she knew the code to get in.
    "I thought we handled this at the office?" Rory said.
    "Rory, I'm sorry for the mess I caused at your company today. If you'd just give me a chance, I only want to talk to you for a minute."
    Rory jumped back from the intercom, wondering whether she should call the cops or go out there and confront the girl. This girl has balls, I'll give her that. Sneaking into my office and now showing up at my home.  
    "Look, mate… I really don't have time to speak to you. I can set up an appointment with one of my representatives if you'd like, but I don't handle the recruiting. I'm sorry."
    "I would really rather speak directly to you. It won't take long, I promise."
    Rory heard another voice in the background as the girl was speaking.
    The young blond at the gate turned to her friend who was standing next to her.
    "Damn it, Lori, if you don't shut up you're going to blow this for me."
    "Look, Austin, you almost got us arrested this morning and now you're really in deep. If she calls the cops, this is stalking and harassment and probably ten other fucking things. Let's get the hell out of here. I don't like this."
    "You're such a pussy. Come on we're not going to jail. She's not Cruella De-Ville and besides we're not doing anything wrong. I'm just trying to speak to her."
    Neither of them realized that Austin had been holding the intercom button throughout their entire conversation, until Rory came back on the other end.
    "Uh… Austin…is that your name? I think you'd better listen to your mate. You were thrown out of my office building and now you're trying to enter my property. If I call the police you will more than likely get arrested for stalking. Look, if you really want to be seen that badly, call my office in the morning and ask to speak to Lisa Keaton. She's one of my surfing reps, I'm assuming you're a surfer right?"
    "Yes, uh we both are, but I'd much rather talk to you. I'm not good with the whole corporate ladder thing."
    "I can see that, but unfortunately that's the way I work. My reps handle everything until it comes to signing someone, then they see me. If I personally spoke to everyone that thought they deserved a sponsorship, it would take up the rest of my life, and I have a company to run. Now, I’d appreciate it if you'd please remove yourselves from my property and if you're as serious as you seem