Chapter Seven: In Which She Get an Unexpected Guest

Glory was woken up to the sound of someone fiercely banging on her apartment door. Duke, her overweight tabby was startled awake, digging his claws into her leg to which she let out a slew of curses. When the banging continued she jumped out of her bed grumbling. She marched herself to the front door, unlocking it and opening it quickly, "What?!" She proclaimed, still rather sleepy.

"I've been knocking on your door for the past five minutes!" Arden said in a tense voice, "What took so long?" She had to blink her eyes a couple to make sure that she was actually seeing him and to confirm it wasn't a hallucination, "What are you doing here?" She looked up at him and down as usual he looked like he was planning on being on the cover of GQ.

"There were matters we needed to discuss before the press conference Frankie has set up for monday. Are you going to invite me in or would you rather I discuss them out here for everyone to hear?" His tone was as pushy as ever. Glory opened the door wider, but didn't respond to him. He walked into her apartment like he was stepping into an alien space ship. His eyes inspecting and taking in everything but the look on his face was the same frown as always. She closed the door and made her way into the kitchen area, in serious need of coffee if she was going to have to deal with him. "This is an interesting choice of residence..." He said as he turned to look at her as she fumbled through fixing up a pot of coffee.

"It's the only residence I can afford with my salary." She replied as she turned on the pot of coffee and waited for it's heavenly goodness. Arden stuck out like a sore thumb in her apartment, it was clear that he was not used to this type of low level living. "So how did you find me?" Glory asked as she jumped up onto counter taking her usual morning spot next to the coffee pot. He watched her for a second then quickly looked away, "Don't you think you should get dressed into something more appropriate for company?" Glory looked down at her clothes trying to look for something that was wrong. She was wearing a holey t-shirt and a pair of boy short underwear. They're basically like shorts right? She didn't see a problem with what she was wearing. If he was going to show up unexpected then he could just deal with it. She looked back to him, "Why should I change? You're the one who invaded my home. If you don't like what you see then feel free to leave."

He turned back to Glory with his frown, "Are you always unreasonable?" He questioned her as he eased his way out of his nice jacket. She leaned forward putting her hands on her knees, "So how did you find me?" She asked, ignoring his question. He laid his jacket on the bar counter neatly, "I remembered you lived at these apartments from that night in the cab. So it was actually pretty simple to make a call to the apartment manager." He said like it was something she should have figured out on her own.

Glory was the one frowning now, "I'm going to have to speak with Miguel about what privacy means..." When she heard the coffee stop running she pushed myself off the counter and grabbed a mug, pouring herself a cup. She looked over her shoulder, "Would you like some?" She asked to be polite.

Arden shook his head, "I don't drink coffee." Her frown deepened, "What is wrong with you?" Turning back to her coffee, "Ignore him. He doesn't know you like I do." She whispered to the coffee cup.

"So I wanted to discuss your image." Glory turned back to him taking a sip of coffee, "What's wrong with my image?" He raised an eyebrow, "Are you seriously asking me that question while your hair is a mess and it looks like you got that shirt off a homeless person?"

She calmly took another sip of my coffee before she responded to him, "First, I was sleeping until about twenty minutes ago when I was awoken to what sounded like someone trying to break down my door. So excuse me for looking like a homeless person." He looked over her with his usual disapproval, but Glory just smile at him sarcastically over her coffee, "And Secondly, why do I care what you or anyone else thinks of me? I'm completely content with how things are."

"Look it's important that if you're going to be seen with me at any point that you look presentable and like you know something about what you're doing." She stuck her tongue out at him, "I know what I'm doing..." He nodded his head but his eyes said, 'yeah-right'. He cleared his throat, "Also it would probably be best if you kept the talking to a minimum when we get approached by media because I can guarantee we will get approached and you don't need to make more work for poor Frankie." He suggested.

At this moment he kind of reminded Glory of my mother. She had always been all about appearances. Her family was actually pretty well known but when her parents got divorced Glory changed her last name to her fathers mothers sir name so she would never have to worry about being associated with her 'sophisticated' upbringings.' It was also why Glory turned out the way she had, using sarcasm as a defense mechanism. That aside she didn't trade in that life to go back to it again.

Setting down her coffee she walked towards Arden, "Yeah, that's definitely not going to happen. However, I'll try to keep my sassy comments to a minimum. How's that for unreasonable?" She joked as moved around him toward her bedroom so that she could put on some more 'presentable company clothes'. To her surprise she found that he had followed her right into the bedroom. Glory spun around, "You do realize I came in here to get dressed right?"

He motioned for her to resume what she was doing. Glory raised an eyebrow, "Are you joking? This isn't a private strip show Mr. Fox. Plus you didn't even pay me..."

He looked at her pointedly, "If I wanted to have a private show trust me it wouldn't be with you. I came in here to help you pick out something to wear that I approved of." She shook her head at him, "You're going to get out of my room before I sick Duke on you." His eyes widened a bit, scanning the room, looking for a huge dog but when he noticed the fat cat sitting on the edge of her queen sized bed staring at him he relaxed.

"Duke?" He pointed to the cat.

Glory nodded her head, "He might not look like much but he'll turn your pants into shredded pieces of cotton." Duke jumped down off the bed and strolled towards Mr. Fox his tail flicking back and forth. Arden took a step back and then another, "I'll just wait out here." He left the room quickly closing the door behind himself. Glory released a snicker, If he only knew that Duke was probably only wanting to have him rub his tummy. As if on cue Duke looked up at her with a tiny meow then flopped onto his side and rolled onto his back. She squatted down and rubbed his stomach, "Good boy!" She cooed at him.

Glory quickly put on her favorite jeans and a plain t-shirt, brushed out her hair and got rid of the coffee breath. When she walked out of the bedroom she found Arden sitting very relaxed on the couch. His eyes scanned over her as he stood up, "I guess that will have to do." She pretended to be pleased by his comment, "Well gosh, you sure know how to compliment a girl." She walked over to the desk nestled near the window in the living room, "If you don't mind I need to write up something for my..." She felt someone standing very close behind her. Glory looked over her shoulder to find Arden standing behind her looking over her shoulder at the computer screen with interest.

"Do you mind?" She asked as she raised her eyebrows.

"Not at all. I am actually curious about what it is you really do for work. I mean other then ruin peoples lives." He said taking a jab at her. She looked away from him with an eye roll, "You know what on second thought I think that can wait." She moved away from the computer, grabbing her cellphone which had charging. She opened her twitter and tapped a message quickly:

Okay guys. You're going to have to wait for my responses to your questions. I'm currently dealing with a small issue. Love you all. Muah!

Arden walked to the counter and grabbed his jacket, "We're already running behind on the schedule I had set up for the day. So if your done with your "things" I'd like to get on the road."

Glory raised an eyebrow, "We're? When did we make plans to do anything?"

He released a long sigh, "I told you when I entered we were going to go shopping to buy you more presentable clothes." He motioned for her hurry up by taping on the watch face of his shiny wrist watch. Glory crossed her arms over her chest, "I don't see what is wrong with the way I look. I think it says I'm down to earth and relatable." He opened his mouth to probably fire a snarky comment at her but his phone rang an interrupted that thought. He reached into his pocket and answered it, "Arden." What was he a secret agent? Who answered their phone like that?

He looked to Glory then looked away, "We will be out in two minutes. Call ahead and have everything ready to go." He hung up his phone and shoved it back into his pocket. "Put on your shoes." He commanded. She didn't say anything back to him as she walked over to the front door and shoved her feet into the converse. Quickly she opened the front door, "Let's go." Glory said in a bored tone.

Arden exited the apartment as swiftly as he had entered it. Glory followed behind him. Neither of them spoke as the made there way to the parking lot of the apartment building. When Glory saw the limo waiting for them she let out a big eye roll. The boy, Henry from the other day was waiting by the back end holding the door open for them. Arden put his hand on her back to guide her when her steps slow.

"Is it necessary for you to touch me?"

"It is when you're walking slower then my ninety-two year old grandmother. We have places to go and things to do Miss Novacek. I'd carry you over my shoulder if it would get us there faster." Arden replied cooly.

"Where are you taking me?" Glory asked through clenched teeth.

"I've reserved special time at Carmondy's." He said as he pulled them to a stop in front of the limo door.

Glory felt all the energy drain from her. Of course of all the places he was going to take her it had to be THAT place. She got into the Limo with a deep frown set on her face. Her Mother was THE Carmondy and the fact that she was her daughter was bound to get found out. She secretly wished that she had stayed in her bed and never answered the door this morning.

She pulled out her phone and opened her twitter:

Please call 911 I've been kidnapped by a man in a giant limo whose demanding he take me shopping. #RealLifeNightmare