James
James cradled the coffee Lacie had slid to him, taking a sip while Lacie and Amber made their plans for the day. Before James could answer, Aria emerged from her room. She swept Amber up, much to the delight of the toddler.
James considered Lacie's question, "I've gotta finish up a spread for the next issue, send that for approval. The obligatory team meeting, I think I have a photo shoot today too, I need to check my diary. And I need to check my phone, there were a few messages there so a few more things have probably come up, just to keep me on my toes."
James would like to think that he had earned his job at the magazine through his own hardwork and dedication but there was always this nagging voice at the back of his mind reminding him that his dad was pretty tight with the editor-in-chief, the suspected petty nepotism taking some of the shine off James' work. He loved his job, most of the time, and he knew he was lucky to have a job but he wished he could be sure that he had got it from his own credit, "But you're day sounds so much more fun," He tipped his head back to Aria, "You up to much today?"