Thursday, January 23rd, 2014
Elizabeth called me tonight, she’s in Denver meeting some of the regional managers to go through the plans for the Spring season launches. She’s always been a hands on CEO who pays attention to the more mundane aspects of the business. Once a month she selects a store at random and turns up to work behind a till, the back office, sales floor or even a stockroom. She’s always said if you roll up your sleeves and work with the people at the coal face you learn a lot more than listening to a manager saying all the right things just to please her. It’s become something of a McIvor tradition and there’s a dedicated Twitter feed that updates her followers whenever she’s working at a store. #mcivoratwork has about 850,000 followers so far.
She read my last chapter and wouldn’t change a thing, which surprised me because I thought it was a bit too revealing about her but she assured me it wasn’t.
“It’s being read by Grey Raven members and associates at the moment but even if Melanie and the Central Council decided to out themselves I still wouldn’t change anything about your story. It goes a long way to dispelling the old prejudices about vampires so feel free to mention me whenever you feel it’s necessary to your journal.”
That last week in July was warmer than usual and on the 24th, Elizabeth drove me up to Sigrid’s hotel where all my friends were waiting to give me a surprise farewell party I’d never forget. Elizabeth isn’t a big drinker but that night she had a few too many and the next morning I found her lying on a couch looking quite pale.
“Champagne doesn’t go with tequila,” she groaned..
…One of the going away presents she gave me was a suitcase full of new clothes from House of McIvor. It was why Melanie and the others weren’t on the flight that day, they’d been out at the store selecting clothes. At the airport they charged extra for the suitcase and Elizabeth paid the difference without blinking an eye. It was a bittersweet parting, sad because I was leaving my family and friends, and sweet because I was going to Cat’s homeland. Elizabeth had rekindled a fire in my soul. One way or another we were going to unravel the truth. I wanted to walk the same streets she once walked, wait at the same bus stops and soak up some of the culture. I still had a Cat-shaped hole in my heart. It may have been a coincidence but one of the tracks playing on my in-flight entertainment console was I Will Find You by Clannad.
When my stepmom’s plane went down a part of me died, Cat was my world. In her place she left us to her friends, the Grey Ravens. Over the years I slowly came to realise her death was a mere facade. When we were reunited I learned the truth about Clan Grey Raven and her remarkable history. Some people will always love. Some people never lose hope. Some people never die…