Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Inc. ❯ Chapter 1
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By: MarshAngel 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.11.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 528 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.11.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 528 | Status: Completed
MarshAngel
Watsonma@hotmail.com
Inc.
Somewhere on the West Coast of the United States, specifically San Francisco,
most famous for it's Golden Gate Bridge and zoological Gardens, Serena Kyler
looked up from the slightly glowing computer screen at her desk. As her head rose
she was suddenly aware of the stiffness and slight pain in the back of her neck.
She reached a well toned, lightly tanned arm behind her head to massage the base
of her neck where her honey-blonde curls were already flowing out of the insecure
knot in which she had fixed it that morning. In doing so she succeeded in knocking
her hair from it's knot causing her waist-length curls to tumble over her hands and
down to her waist.
She sighed, and after considering her present situation decided to take a break. She
loosened the curls with her fingers, tugging none too gently and wincing as her fingers
caught one of the numerous knots into which her hair tended to arrange itself when not
constantly attended to with a hairbrush. Placing both hands on the large faux cherry-wood
desk, she pushed herself out of her comfortable chair, allowing the wheels to slide backwards,
giving her space to move freely.
She continued to massage her neck as she walked slowly over to the large windows that, made up
the majority of the left wall of her office. The other walls were relatively bland, containing
a few of her awards, mostly from UCLA, where she had earned her degree and graduated in the top
five percent of her class. That left the large window overlooking the city as the only point of interest in the office.
The view from the large ebony-framed windows of the Kyler Inc. high-rise office structure was truly amazing.The building was far from the tallest in the city but architecturally it rose above all the others. It was about thirty-five stories high and from the outside appeared to be a silvery blue that reflected the bright skies and sunsets on a good day. It was one of the few corporate buildings in town that seemed to fit into any environment.It would have been perfect in any place, even in the San Francisco hills where her family home was located. She hardly went there anymore, preferring the comfort of her spacious studio
apartment in the city, than being surrounded by various members of her considerably large
family that visited the house periodically.
When she did happen to make her presence known to her family on various holidays or family occasions on which her absence would be considered a direct insult and a bad reflection on herself, she enjoyed solitude of the woods surrounding the extremely large mansion of mixed architectural styles. There she could escape the constant chatter of her younger cousins, and the incessant gossip of her recently married cousins, and the man-hunting frenzy in which her single cousins engaged. She easily avoided both groups including the company of her
overbearing grandmother by flashing the engagement ring that easily got those who would have normally forced into pointless conversations about love and marriage off her back and allowed her to escape to the natural beauty of the woods.
Love and marriage seemed to be the only conversation any of the women in her family discussed.
They of course expected her to be equally intrigued by their conversations but she had little patience for such matters. To her family's great consternation she really had no interest in marriage or the discussion of the matter. She had a fiancée but she had no interest in marriage. She wouldn't tell her family that of course. Her grandmother would probably pass out from the shock.
Staring out the window, she smoothed her short gray linen skirt with one hand and then tugging at its matching jacket, in an attempt to straighten the creases she had gotten from sitting in the chair for so long. Looking out over the city, through the large windows of the high-rise office building, she caught glimpses of the endless array of cars, which at this time of day were no doubt stuck in a traffic jam. Even with the usual smog in the air, the sunset was
spectacular. The mix of bright yellow deepening to a fiery orange, fading off into bright pink and ending in hazy violet, was a sight of which she never tired. Even as a little girl
she'd point out the beauty of it to her parents, but they had never looked. They were always too busy with something else.
Even now her parents hardly paid any attention to what she did. In high school her friends had thought it was really cool that she could pretty much do what she wanted, but when your parents wouldn't be shocked into caring by anything rebellious you did, what was the point? There was no urge to rebel when the people you wanted most to notice would hardly blink an eye. Serena loved her parents and she knew they loved her but it would be nice every once in a while for them to pay some attention to what she said or did.
The only time either of them blinked an eye was at the mention of marriage. She glanced down at the large diamond ring on her finger. At some point they had actually taken note of her engagement and she got the sense that her parents were very pleased. They approved of herfiancée, but then why wouldn't they? He was tall, gorgeous, blonde, and blue-eyed. He came from a wealthy and prestigious family just like her own; he had the right job and the right connections. Yes, he was perfect in every way. Even his name resounded perfection: Andrew
William Davenport III. There was only one problem, Serena didn't love him.
Andrew was a very nice guy but lately it seemed as though they were growing apart. Whenever they were together it was as though they were more like best friends or siblings. They teasedeach other, they went on picnics, he took her to expensive restaurants, everything couples were expected to do, but as soon as she had gotten over her early infatuation and the whirlwindromance that had lead to their engagement, she realized that she loved him not as a husband, but as a really close friend. She doubted that he was in love with her either but they wereboth afraid of being alone or having to find someone else; in each other they had found
everything their families and friends had expected for them.
The wedding was less than two months away and for the first time her mother seemed to be paying attention to her and it was driving her up the wall. Now she wished things could go back to the way they had been, when she had been ignored, and there were no thoughts as to color schemes, doves, caterers, musicians, and those damn lilies. Her mother kept insisting that lilies were what she should have at her wedding. Serena was tired of having to remind her mother how much she disliked lilies, as they reminded her of funerals, and repeatedly telling her she preferred white or cream-colored roses.
Now she was contemplating telling her parents that there would be no wedding. She could just hear it now: "After all this planning...he's so perfect... what is wrong with you... I'm sure you could work this out...You're just getting cold feet...." All this was of course assuming her parents said anything at all. There was always the chance they would just ignore her as though she had said nothing at all, and all would be normal once again.
She glanced down at her watch and decided to call it a day. She spent long hours in her office doing reports that her father would probably glance over, give her his usual meaningless compliment and then turn his mind back to everyone else's business. She was tired of having to fight other executives for his attention. She didn't expect any special treatment but it
would be nice to be acknowledged for all the hard work and long hours she put into this damn
company. Somehow, She'd prove herself to him, if it took the rest of her life to do it.
Watsonma@hotmail.com
Inc.
Somewhere on the West Coast of the United States, specifically San Francisco,
most famous for it's Golden Gate Bridge and zoological Gardens, Serena Kyler
looked up from the slightly glowing computer screen at her desk. As her head rose
she was suddenly aware of the stiffness and slight pain in the back of her neck.
She reached a well toned, lightly tanned arm behind her head to massage the base
of her neck where her honey-blonde curls were already flowing out of the insecure
knot in which she had fixed it that morning. In doing so she succeeded in knocking
her hair from it's knot causing her waist-length curls to tumble over her hands and
down to her waist.
She sighed, and after considering her present situation decided to take a break. She
loosened the curls with her fingers, tugging none too gently and wincing as her fingers
caught one of the numerous knots into which her hair tended to arrange itself when not
constantly attended to with a hairbrush. Placing both hands on the large faux cherry-wood
desk, she pushed herself out of her comfortable chair, allowing the wheels to slide backwards,
giving her space to move freely.
She continued to massage her neck as she walked slowly over to the large windows that, made up
the majority of the left wall of her office. The other walls were relatively bland, containing
a few of her awards, mostly from UCLA, where she had earned her degree and graduated in the top
five percent of her class. That left the large window overlooking the city as the only point of interest in the office.
The view from the large ebony-framed windows of the Kyler Inc. high-rise office structure was truly amazing.The building was far from the tallest in the city but architecturally it rose above all the others. It was about thirty-five stories high and from the outside appeared to be a silvery blue that reflected the bright skies and sunsets on a good day. It was one of the few corporate buildings in town that seemed to fit into any environment.It would have been perfect in any place, even in the San Francisco hills where her family home was located. She hardly went there anymore, preferring the comfort of her spacious studio
apartment in the city, than being surrounded by various members of her considerably large
family that visited the house periodically.
When she did happen to make her presence known to her family on various holidays or family occasions on which her absence would be considered a direct insult and a bad reflection on herself, she enjoyed solitude of the woods surrounding the extremely large mansion of mixed architectural styles. There she could escape the constant chatter of her younger cousins, and the incessant gossip of her recently married cousins, and the man-hunting frenzy in which her single cousins engaged. She easily avoided both groups including the company of her
overbearing grandmother by flashing the engagement ring that easily got those who would have normally forced into pointless conversations about love and marriage off her back and allowed her to escape to the natural beauty of the woods.
Love and marriage seemed to be the only conversation any of the women in her family discussed.
They of course expected her to be equally intrigued by their conversations but she had little patience for such matters. To her family's great consternation she really had no interest in marriage or the discussion of the matter. She had a fiancée but she had no interest in marriage. She wouldn't tell her family that of course. Her grandmother would probably pass out from the shock.
Staring out the window, she smoothed her short gray linen skirt with one hand and then tugging at its matching jacket, in an attempt to straighten the creases she had gotten from sitting in the chair for so long. Looking out over the city, through the large windows of the high-rise office building, she caught glimpses of the endless array of cars, which at this time of day were no doubt stuck in a traffic jam. Even with the usual smog in the air, the sunset was
spectacular. The mix of bright yellow deepening to a fiery orange, fading off into bright pink and ending in hazy violet, was a sight of which she never tired. Even as a little girl
she'd point out the beauty of it to her parents, but they had never looked. They were always too busy with something else.
Even now her parents hardly paid any attention to what she did. In high school her friends had thought it was really cool that she could pretty much do what she wanted, but when your parents wouldn't be shocked into caring by anything rebellious you did, what was the point? There was no urge to rebel when the people you wanted most to notice would hardly blink an eye. Serena loved her parents and she knew they loved her but it would be nice every once in a while for them to pay some attention to what she said or did.
The only time either of them blinked an eye was at the mention of marriage. She glanced down at the large diamond ring on her finger. At some point they had actually taken note of her engagement and she got the sense that her parents were very pleased. They approved of herfiancée, but then why wouldn't they? He was tall, gorgeous, blonde, and blue-eyed. He came from a wealthy and prestigious family just like her own; he had the right job and the right connections. Yes, he was perfect in every way. Even his name resounded perfection: Andrew
William Davenport III. There was only one problem, Serena didn't love him.
Andrew was a very nice guy but lately it seemed as though they were growing apart. Whenever they were together it was as though they were more like best friends or siblings. They teasedeach other, they went on picnics, he took her to expensive restaurants, everything couples were expected to do, but as soon as she had gotten over her early infatuation and the whirlwindromance that had lead to their engagement, she realized that she loved him not as a husband, but as a really close friend. She doubted that he was in love with her either but they wereboth afraid of being alone or having to find someone else; in each other they had found
everything their families and friends had expected for them.
The wedding was less than two months away and for the first time her mother seemed to be paying attention to her and it was driving her up the wall. Now she wished things could go back to the way they had been, when she had been ignored, and there were no thoughts as to color schemes, doves, caterers, musicians, and those damn lilies. Her mother kept insisting that lilies were what she should have at her wedding. Serena was tired of having to remind her mother how much she disliked lilies, as they reminded her of funerals, and repeatedly telling her she preferred white or cream-colored roses.
Now she was contemplating telling her parents that there would be no wedding. She could just hear it now: "After all this planning...he's so perfect... what is wrong with you... I'm sure you could work this out...You're just getting cold feet...." All this was of course assuming her parents said anything at all. There was always the chance they would just ignore her as though she had said nothing at all, and all would be normal once again.
She glanced down at her watch and decided to call it a day. She spent long hours in her office doing reports that her father would probably glance over, give her his usual meaningless compliment and then turn his mind back to everyone else's business. She was tired of having to fight other executives for his attention. She didn't expect any special treatment but it
would be nice to be acknowledged for all the hard work and long hours she put into this damn
company. Somehow, She'd prove herself to him, if it took the rest of her life to do it.