Keeping Wicked Secrets

Maria Williams, you are something special.

    I was always excited for my birthdays, whether it was my sixth or my 16th, it was always so fun. I. Would always ask my parents for such elaborate parties. Like what six year old wants a formal masquerade as a birthday? Well I did, but thats beside the point. My 21st birthday was approaching fast and I had no ideas what to do for my celebration into adulthood. Who am I? Oh, of course, my name is Maria Alice Williams, and my family has an ancient secret.
It was February 15th, yes I know, so close to the most mushy day of the year, part of me wanted to be born on Valentine's day, but part of me is happy that didn't happen. I work for a major Occult Magazine, maybe you've heard of it? The Siren's Oracle, eh its not a big magazine anyway. I'm the CEO's assistant, he treats me well enough, but I think he has a thing for me, which is gross considering he's like 55.
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"Mortisha!! Have you seen my keys?" she yells to an empty home, "Come on 'Tish! I don't have time! If I'm late again Mr. Belladonna will kill me!" A sleek black cat walk into the kitchen and jumps onto the counter, she makes a little mew. "Tish, stop lolligagging, I need to find my keys." The cat bats at the shining keys in her hand, she looks down,"...have those been there the whole time?" The cat lets out a mew again, "What would I do without you Mortisha?" She smiles and gently hugs her cat, "Hopefully I wont be home too late, but if I am, you know where the food is right?" The cat stares, the tip of her tail flicks up and down, much like a nod if it had been her head, "Thats my girl. Stay out of trouble." She opens the door, "Bye 'Tish." She closes and locks the door and rushes to her dark blue Mini Cooper. She sets a large stack of papers and her insulated mug of coffee on the top if the car, "Crap crap, I still need to get his coffee and his dry cleaning, ugh!" She retrieves the stack of papers and her mug for the roof of her car, she starts the engine and heads off to get her Boss' coffee and his dry cleaning, which is usually a previously worn tie with some sort of stain on it, last time it was lipstick, hopefully his wife's. Not to mention its odd that lipstick would be on a tie in the first place. She makes the stops she needs to and as quickly as legally possible she heads to her work place, "Crap! 25 minutes late! I am so toast this time!" She parks, runs, as much as one can in heels, into the elevator of her building after locking her car. "Come on come on..." She impatiently bounces up and down in the elevator, "Level 10" the elevator announces, "Finally!" She rushes in trying to keep a low profile and avoid eye contact with any high ranked employee, "Miss Williams." A gruff and stern sounding voice echoes, "Shit..." She mumbles stopping dead in her tracks, "Turn around and face me." She slowly does as she is asked, she soon makes eye contact with Mr. Belladonna. " Miss Williams..."