Page 23 of The NemeSis
Beth: Okay, see you in a few.
Me:
Ares: Have they sent any other messages?
Me: No. Do you know when I should expect something?
Ares: Soon.
I rollmy eyes and take my bag and stack of books to check out and head back to the sorority house. Greek Row is on the other side of campus, so I drove over knowing I would probably have more than I’d want to carry all the way back.
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“As you can see,there will be a mix of traditional and quirky activities planned that will last throughout the week.” I hesitate as everyone looks over the projection screen to see the list.
“How will you make sure that no two houses are hosting the same event?” Lucy, our secretary questions.
“We have an interactive document going right now with all the events that every social chair has access to.” I smile.
“What does the week itself look like?” The president, Diana, asks.
I move the cursor on my laptop and open up the mockup calendar I’m working on for the week of events. “This is my current draft, so it doesn’t have all the events yet. However, you can see the kickoff brunch, the list of events and where they are taking place, as well as the end of the events party.”
The kickoff brunch and end of events party aren’t something that have been shared with the rest of the group yet. The excitement on their faces tells me they’re getting even more anxious.
“All of the houses are excited to go all out with themes. Even some student clubs outside of Greek life are asking how to get involved. The logistics are still being worked out, but it’s going to be great.” I don’t bother mentioning how the Gammas social chair, Max, is helping me work out a ticketed audience system. “I’ve got a meeting with some of the other social chairs later this week before our meeting with the Dean next Monday.”
“This all sounds great, Kyra. Thank you for the report.” Diana stands up from her seat.
I un-link my laptop from the screen and move to take a seat. The rest of the meeting passes in a blur. I zone out for most of it, my mind torn between the games and my paper.
Chapter Ten
ARES
Ican’t believe I bought a fucking condo.
Even as I stare back at my digital signature on my phone from the contract the realtor sent back to me, I’m in disbelief. It was my intention to rent an apartment, have a place of my own. Now, I really did have my own place. I pocket my phone with a groan as I look around the space again.
I don’t hate it. Clearly, or I wouldn’t have dropped nearly a million dollars on it. The four-bedroom condo is a few blocks from the auction house. Being within walking distance when traffic is horrific is perfect. I step across the dark hardwood floors and toward the large arched windows overlooking downtown. My eyes move to scan over the off-white walls. It’s a blank canvas and I can’t begin to think where I should even start.
After living out of suitcases for most of my adult life, I feel stuck.
The idea of asking for help to pick out furniture comes to mind. My mother would love to help, but our styles aren’t the same. My assistant, Jules, would be more than happy to order things for me. I don’t want to waste her time though. She already helped me find this place and I know she’s getting ready to go on vacation with her girlfriend next week.
There’s one person I would love to have input from. I pull out my phone.
Me: Where are you?
Kyra: Just finished up my classes for the day. I’m headed back to the house to work on my paper.
Me: Are you able to concentrate in a house full of people?
Kyra: It depends on the day. My roommate has plans this evening, so I’ll thankfully have the room to myself to concentrate.
Me: I just bought a condo.
Kyra: What? Where?
