Post by Tiffany Grace DiNozzo on Nov 27, 2011 21:20:30 GMT -5
Tiffany took a drink from her coffee mug as she tried to reach back with her left hand and pull her high heel on to her foot. She was a little late in getting ready this morning, but it seemed like it was getting harder to wake up these days. Bed seemed like such a better option than being with everyone else. It had been a week since the day. Four days since the funeral. Three days since she moved to New York. All of her stuff was still in boxes, scattered across the penthouse. Though she sort of felt scattered herself, so why shouldn’t her clothes be. She picked up her clutch before she dumped the rest of her coffee in the sink and dropped the mug inside of it. After taking her phone off of the charger she checked to see if she had any messages from Gabe. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t glad to be back in New York. The circumstances sucked, but she’d grown up here. She could be in the center of fashion, which was a dream since she was majoring in it for college, and she had Gabe. Even though he’d grown up in Boston, she loved him with all of her heart and was thankful for the relationship that she had with him. Which was the main motivator for why she had gotten out of bed today; lunch with him. After she signed over all of the book rights that Mason still had in his name. Well, her name now.
The streets were loud, which gave her something to concentrate on instead of the repetitive thoughts that had been in her mind for seven days. She wasn’t sure that she was handling this the way people normally did, and she hadn’t felt an inept sense of sadness. All she could feel was complete and utter rage surging through her entire body. They’d stared at her at the funeral, and though no one said anything she knew they wondered why she didn’t appear more upset. Tiffany looked out the window, watching as a sense of déjà vu came over her. She should have never gone to California in the first place. She should have never walked into that book store, and she should have never met Mason. Then she would have never married him, and she would have never had to have received the phone call from the police about how he had committed suicide. There was a note, which she still refused to read until she felt she was ready. Tiffany got out of the cab quickly and made her way into the law office where Masons’ lawyer was meeting her so she could sign over his rights, and all of his other assets that she wanted nothing to do with. She ran her hand through her hair, shaking it out tiredly as she made her way over to the elevator and sighed once she was inside, resting against the handrail inside.
Tiffany sat down in his office, waiting for him to come back from getting the last of the papers. She pushed her hair from her face, looking around the stiff office where plenty of people had probably made the same choices she was going to today. ‘ Sorry about the wait, Mrs.DiNozzo’ he said apologetically before he realized how he referred to her and offered an awkward smile, sitting down behind his desk. ‘ You still wish to sign over his book rights?’ he questioned, shuffling the papers and setting the appropriate ones for all of his book rights in front of Tiffany. ‘ Highest bidder..’ she said with no infliction of emotion before she reached out for the pen in the attorney’s hand. Tiffany kept her legs crossed as she leaned forward and signed her name to the bottom of each page, initialing where he had set stickers in place for her. ‘ … Okay, and the real estate.. his possessions?’ Tiffany kept her head tilted as she continued to sign her name. ‘ His family went through already and took what they wanted.. as far as real estate goes, let the bank have it for all I care and sell it on their own.” She looked up at the attorney, who surely hadn’t faced a situation like this. Young widow who wanted nothing left from her now deceased husband. Tiffany licked her lips and looked back down at the paperwork. ‘And the financial assets?’ he questioned hesitantly. Tiffany took in a deep breath and sighed, finally looking up from the papers and at the attorney. “ Donate it to whatever charity you see fit. I want none of it. And when you do, don’t place it under his name. Do it anonymously. Charity money given from a man who took his own life sort of sets a difficult precedence to explain to others, particularly in sensitive charities.” she said as she waited for him to hand over the rest of the paperwork. “ Are you sure this is what you want to do? The papers are signed, but its just you and I here. I can shred them if you want to take a few minutes to decide,.. it was your husband, Tiffany.” he said, trying a less formal approach. ‘ You’re probably feeling all sorts of things I’ll never understand, but once you do this it’s final. You can take all the time in the world you want to decide, nothing is going anywhere if you don’t want to”.
Tiffany tightened her jaw before she reached forward, taking the last of the paperwork from the attorney, trying to think of charities off the top of her head before she wrote them in to distribute Mason’s finances. She had enough money on her own, she didn’t need his. She wanted him. That’s all she had wanted, and he took it from her. Everything else was less than useless. “ Mr. Parkins, have you heard the expression…. he’s dead to me?” she questioned, signing the last sheet before she set the pen down. Tiffany picked her clutch up off of his desk before she stood up and offered a small smile. “ Looks like our business ends here…” she said, noting that the only thing she had left to do was change her last name. For some reason she was having a harder time letting go of that than anything else. That and her wedding ring, which was still placed against her finger. Tiffany placed the clutch under her arm before she made her way out of the office. Usually when relationships ended you got some sense of closure, and Tiffany prayed for a day she’d be able to feel that, or just a day where she didn’t have complete resentment and hate. It was probably a good thing that she was going to see Gabe today, after doing this. She talked herself up a lot, knew she was strong, but part of her still looked at her phone, almost expecting a text message from Mason. To have a voicemail saying he’d be late home, like always, or she’d wait to hear the sound of him walking through the door. But maybe this would really help her move forward, and if not.. atleast she was on her way to see Gabe.
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The streets were loud, which gave her something to concentrate on instead of the repetitive thoughts that had been in her mind for seven days. She wasn’t sure that she was handling this the way people normally did, and she hadn’t felt an inept sense of sadness. All she could feel was complete and utter rage surging through her entire body. They’d stared at her at the funeral, and though no one said anything she knew they wondered why she didn’t appear more upset. Tiffany looked out the window, watching as a sense of déjà vu came over her. She should have never gone to California in the first place. She should have never walked into that book store, and she should have never met Mason. Then she would have never married him, and she would have never had to have received the phone call from the police about how he had committed suicide. There was a note, which she still refused to read until she felt she was ready. Tiffany got out of the cab quickly and made her way into the law office where Masons’ lawyer was meeting her so she could sign over his rights, and all of his other assets that she wanted nothing to do with. She ran her hand through her hair, shaking it out tiredly as she made her way over to the elevator and sighed once she was inside, resting against the handrail inside.
Tiffany sat down in his office, waiting for him to come back from getting the last of the papers. She pushed her hair from her face, looking around the stiff office where plenty of people had probably made the same choices she was going to today. ‘ Sorry about the wait, Mrs.DiNozzo’ he said apologetically before he realized how he referred to her and offered an awkward smile, sitting down behind his desk. ‘ You still wish to sign over his book rights?’ he questioned, shuffling the papers and setting the appropriate ones for all of his book rights in front of Tiffany. ‘ Highest bidder..’ she said with no infliction of emotion before she reached out for the pen in the attorney’s hand. Tiffany kept her legs crossed as she leaned forward and signed her name to the bottom of each page, initialing where he had set stickers in place for her. ‘ … Okay, and the real estate.. his possessions?’ Tiffany kept her head tilted as she continued to sign her name. ‘ His family went through already and took what they wanted.. as far as real estate goes, let the bank have it for all I care and sell it on their own.” She looked up at the attorney, who surely hadn’t faced a situation like this. Young widow who wanted nothing left from her now deceased husband. Tiffany licked her lips and looked back down at the paperwork. ‘And the financial assets?’ he questioned hesitantly. Tiffany took in a deep breath and sighed, finally looking up from the papers and at the attorney. “ Donate it to whatever charity you see fit. I want none of it. And when you do, don’t place it under his name. Do it anonymously. Charity money given from a man who took his own life sort of sets a difficult precedence to explain to others, particularly in sensitive charities.” she said as she waited for him to hand over the rest of the paperwork. “ Are you sure this is what you want to do? The papers are signed, but its just you and I here. I can shred them if you want to take a few minutes to decide,.. it was your husband, Tiffany.” he said, trying a less formal approach. ‘ You’re probably feeling all sorts of things I’ll never understand, but once you do this it’s final. You can take all the time in the world you want to decide, nothing is going anywhere if you don’t want to”.
Tiffany tightened her jaw before she reached forward, taking the last of the paperwork from the attorney, trying to think of charities off the top of her head before she wrote them in to distribute Mason’s finances. She had enough money on her own, she didn’t need his. She wanted him. That’s all she had wanted, and he took it from her. Everything else was less than useless. “ Mr. Parkins, have you heard the expression…. he’s dead to me?” she questioned, signing the last sheet before she set the pen down. Tiffany picked her clutch up off of his desk before she stood up and offered a small smile. “ Looks like our business ends here…” she said, noting that the only thing she had left to do was change her last name. For some reason she was having a harder time letting go of that than anything else. That and her wedding ring, which was still placed against her finger. Tiffany placed the clutch under her arm before she made her way out of the office. Usually when relationships ended you got some sense of closure, and Tiffany prayed for a day she’d be able to feel that, or just a day where she didn’t have complete resentment and hate. It was probably a good thing that she was going to see Gabe today, after doing this. She talked herself up a lot, knew she was strong, but part of her still looked at her phone, almost expecting a text message from Mason. To have a voicemail saying he’d be late home, like always, or she’d wait to hear the sound of him walking through the door. But maybe this would really help her move forward, and if not.. atleast she was on her way to see Gabe.
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