LeftHandedArtists

Summary: Just a cute fluffy oneshot featuring Shayera Hol and her family. *beep beep* *beep beep* "Mmm.....", mumbled Shayera, clearly being roused from her deep sleep by the wretched alarm clock that just had to ruin it for her. She opened her shimmering green eyes, her vision being blurry at first, but quickly gaining focus as she gracefully rose up from the plush king-sized bed she shared with Esmeralda. After tapping a button on the alarm clock, forcing it to become quiet, she used her other hand to feel around the mattress to know if Esmeralda was there. She wasn't. Not that it suprised Shayera, of course. Besides, that only meant she now knew where to look. The kitchen. After stretching out her wings, careful not to knock something over with them, she then stretched out her arms and yawned. Once that was over with, she put her hands behind her torso and loudly popped her back, causing the vertebrae in her spine to rupture the cavitation bubbles of carbon dioxide gas that

I knew I was in big trouble. I was in trouble and rigthfully so. It was my fault that our company lost the important Midwest-Bank-Deal. When my manager called me in, I knew I was in big trouble. So what was the worst thing that could happen to me? Losing my job and having to find a new one? Not in this company. See, since Miss Arin became the manager of our branch, she introduced a new rule: If you screw things up, you get a chance to redeem yourself in a new position, assigned by Miss Arin. Strangely enough, all coworkers, that have been transfered to a redeeming position, have never been heard of again. With a bad feeling in my gutt, I entered Miss Arin's office. Miss Arin had certainly changed the look of her office after she replace Mr. Vandoorn as manager. Her office now looked more like the lair of an excentric Bond villain, with it's lavish, flame-themed decorations. Miss Arin appeared as the ruthless, stern, business woman in her red blazer and skirt combo, that fitted so