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Clara Carmine and The Curious Case Of The Suspicious Sister Who's Totally Up To Something - Chapter 1: Odette is working late again?

Summary: Clara Carmine and The Curious Case Of The Suspicious Sister Who's Totally Up To Something

“C’mon … c’mon, tu hijo de …” Clara muttered, her eyes fixated on her target. Her concentration was at an all-time high. Nothing was going to distract her from this task. Just a few more moments, and the deed would be done. Just a few more … almost there. Just … one … more …THERE!

A buzzer sounded throughout the factory.

“Quitting time! Wooh! ¡Adiós, responsabilidades corporativas!” Clara cheered as she tore her eyes away from little clock in the corner of her computer screen and jumped up from her chair. The work day was over, and a long weekend was ahead of her. She had been looking forward to this. Three days of zero responsibility. She loved her job, but man, she does sometimes miss the times before she and Odette became involved in the family business.

Just … teenagers lounging around the house all day, stuffing themselves with junk food and watching junk tv shows. Kinda ironic that in those days, she often told her sister that she couldn’t wait until they were old enough – ‘mature enough’ as Odette would call it – to get a job with their mom.

After she had shut down everything that needed shutting down – and ‘accidentally yet conveniently forgetting’ her company cellphone in her drawer, hidden beneath some notepads. Oh dear, seems like she won’t be available until she ‘finds it again’. She grinned as she locked the door.

“And to no-one’s surprise, Ody is still working.” Clara said to herself as she walked over to Odette’s office, who was just adjacent from hers. She briefly considered just kicking the door in, but …just decided to knock. After Odette had collapsed due to sleep-deprived and stress-induced breakdown a while ago, she had taken it upon herself to lessen the teasing a little bit ... for now. Totally by her own choice and not because their mom had told her too. She knocked on the door twice.

“Enter!”

“Knock-knock, Ody!” Clara sang as she walked in.

“Saying ‘knock-knock’ after I already told you to come in completely negates its purpose, Clara.” Odette stated, her eyes fixed on the documents in front of her. She briefly glanced up, giving her sister a curt smile before turning back to her papers. “Is there something you need my assistance with, sister?”

“Uh, didn’t ya hear the buzzer, Ody?” Clara grinned, placing a fist on her hip. “The workday’s done. Pack up and let’s go.”

“You can go.” Odette stated, flipping over a paper and taking a new one to inspect. “I’ll be working a bit later today.”

“Is that so …?”

“Indeed. Because of my prolonged absence during my … sick days, some of the work started piling up. Nothing too vital, but a real pain in the behind if not properly handled.” Odette explained. She put a document aside and folded her hands on the table, letting out a deep, exasperated sigh. “My substitute really had no idea what they were doing.”

“Uh, I am the one who took over your work, Odette.” Clara stated.

“My point exactly.” Odette exclaimed matter-of-factly, her expression neutral but as she glanced up from her work, her eyes were alight with mischievous sparkles.

“Oh, hardy-har-har, Ody.” Clara grinned, really trying hard not to let out a snort. Odette’s humor was dryer than the blazing desert of the darkest point of Hell’s Circles, but it never failed to make Clara laugh. Still … just the notion of Odette working late again … brought unpleasant memories afoot. Clara casually took a lap around Odette’s desk, letting her gaze go over the room.

“Working late, huh?”

“That’s correct.”

“Cool, cool, …” Clara muttered, nonchalantly opening a drawer. Nothing but paperclips … literally.

Odette sighed, clearly having picked up what Clara was putting down. “I know that you’re looking for my supposed stash of caffeine tablets or other stimulants.” She sighed. “And the secret compartment will only open if you find 5 hidden sigils that I have placed around the factory, smash them in the correct order and then pleasure yourself with a cactus while singing Hell’s anthem – in reverse.”

Clara crossed her arms, giving Odette a deadpan look, as her sister swiveled her chair around. “Or you can trust me when I say that I’ve thrown them all away and haven’t touched them since they’ve made me sick.”

“Odette, it’s not that I don’t trust you, I’m just –-"

“I know, you are looking out for me.” Odette interrupted, a genuine smile on her face. “And while I utterly and truly appreciate it … you don’t need to worry about me; neither does mother, for that fact. Having firsthand experienced the harmful consequences of my … lack in selfcare and judgement has made me learn my lesson … quite thoroughly. I’m not about to put myself – nor my family – through that again.”

“Okay, I’ll believe you.” Clara relented, holding up her hands in surrender. She knew what Odette was saying was true, but still … she had dropped the ball one time, and her sister had paid the price – even if it was a price of her own making. It had scared her big time, so she just wanted Odette to be alright. She paused as she watched her sister work. A snort suddenly escaped her. “Really, Odette, ‘pleasure yourself with a cactus’? What trash tv show did you steal that one from?”

“I don’t know. Some sort of improv show I couldn’t stop watching.” Odette stated with a smirk, never looking up from her papers. She rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. “Satan knows that I’ve had plenty of time to watch TV while I was confined to my bedchambers.”

“You must be the only one who complains about having nothing but free time to lounge in bed and watching TV, Odette.” Clara stated as she saw down on the desk, snatching a pen from her sister’s pen holder.

For some reason, this one had caught her eyes. It was a sturdy, rather nice pen, engraved with Odette name. Where did Odette get this one from? It wasn’t her usual style. Sure, she often – all the time - acted more professional than Clara herself, but even she wouldn’t spend money on personalized stationery. Or rather … more personalized, considering most of the office equipment was decorated, in one way or the other, with the Carmine family crest. But those were available to everyone working in the factory, considering they were made on location. The Carmine’s had their grasp on more franchises than just weaponry.

“I just require more stimulation than that.” Odette quickly held up her hand, seeing as her dear sister was about to open her mouth to comment. “And yes, I realize what I just said, and you know that’s not what I meant. Refrain yourself from making any lewd remarks.”

“Spoilsport, and after giving me such an easy one too.” Clara grinned, hopping of from the desk, pen still in hand and twirling it around her fingers. “Fine, I’ll let you be, but if you aren’t back home by 9PM, I’ll come back and haul you away myself.”

“You’re beginning to sound like mother.”

“Odette …”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be back by then. If not, I’ll text.”

“Good, I’ll hold you to that.” Clara gave her sister a wink and twirled around, ready to leave. “I’ll see you back home.”

“Ahem … pen.”

Clara looked over her shoulder, seeing her sister with her hand outstretched. “Huh?”

“Give my pen back, please.”

Clara looked at the pen that she still was holding. She hadn’t meant to take it with her. She raised an eyebrow, glancing over to the overflowing pen holder on her sister’s desk. “Why? You’ve got plenty right there.”

“I … like that one.” Odette stated, hand still outstretched. “It was a gift.”

Clara’s suspicion rose; raising an eyebrow as she cautiously handed back the pen, noting how closely Odette seemed the clutch it against her chest. “From who?”

“A friend.” Odette quickly answered. “A little ‘thank you’ for helping them out with something.”

“Like what?”

“Private matter. Weren’t you going?” Odette impatiently asked.

“Okay, okay, Miss Prickly, I’ll be out of your hair.” Clara huffed, swirling around to make her exit. She paused when she heard Odette letting out a groan.

“I’m sorry for snapping!” Odette called out.

“I know! Sorry for prying.”

“I know!”

“See you later, Ody.”

“Yeah, later, Clarabelle.”

Clara could just feel the smirk on Odette’s lips. Her sister knew how much she disliked the full use of her name. She glanced over her shoulder, a smirk on her own lips and a promise in her eyes that she’d get her sister back for that. After a few seconds of silence, they both giggled and Odette waved her sister away.

“Don’t forget to eat something!” Clara instructed as she walked out. “Mom’s gonna have your hide if she sees you’ve been hiding those ramen cups in your filing cabinet.”

“I’ve ordered a sandwich from the Sand Witch’s Shop.”

“You know those calories go straight to your thighs, right?”

“Remove thine own behind from mine domain, dearest sister, ‘fore I lose the remainder of mine patience.” Odette replied, using her best impression of Zestial’s peculiar speech pattern. It was something she’d like to do when she wanted to show her patience running thin – and because she knew Clara found it amusing.

“Okay, I’m gone!” Clara barked out a laugh, closing the door and leaving her sister to her work.

Odette scribbled something on the paper in front of her, listening carefully to the dying footsteps echoing down the hall. After she was sure that her sister was nowhere near her office, she fished out her phone and quickly typed in a text.

[Be there soon!]

She quickly put her phone away and went back to the documents in front of her. She’d give it a few more minutes, just to make sure that she wouldn’t be caught by her sister, or worse: her mother.

Odette truly didn’t know how she’d explain this to them.

How could she possibly justify that she had been lying to them for so long?

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