Kendall!
"They'll be here."
The words were spat at the persistent waitress who kept asking her if she was sure her guests were going to arrive. It seemed that her accent became more pronounced when she was agitated, but she had good reason to be annoyed. Anya Kalinnikov was not the kind of woman who tolerated being forgotten about, and it seemed as though not one but two men had decided their lunch meeting was not important enough to remember. Kevin Broadmoor had arranged this meeting, wanting to discuss 'her career and where she saw herself with the Falcons this upcoming year'; his words exactly. He told her his brother would also be joining them, so she had anticipated something big. For two members of management to want to meet with her, it had to be something good, right? They would be fools to decide she was no longer a fit for the team, especially since she had earned herself the spot of captain for the Russians in the World Cup. That was nothing to sneeze at, and she had actually gotten a little excited to sit down and share her thoughts.
As far as she was concerned, she would have made an amazing captain for the Falcons. She had the experience, and had the determination needed to produce results. She thought maybe this meeting would end with them toasting in celebration of some good news - hell, even a raise would have been nice - but instead, she was left sitting alone at a table in the middle of the fancy Italian restaurant. She had arrived early, and they just...they didn't even send an owl to let her know they would be late.
She had been sitting there for over an hour, and she was certain she looked quite pathetic sitting there, fiddling with the napkin in her lap. She frowned, though she eventually let out a sigh before leaning forward to rest her head in her hands.
This was so embarrassing...
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