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The Andretti Legacy (75)
Published Jun 15, 2009


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The Andretti Legacy
Chapter 75

The Andretti Legacy
Chapter 75
Isis confidently crossed the office, and politely seats herself in the chair in front of the desk. Behind the desk is a successful business man that screams power with his mannerisms and attitude. Six months ago, Isis would have tucked her tail and run, but not today. Ian and Ivy have spent many hours educating Isis well enough to land a job. As soon as Isis learned to read, she was able to talk properly. Her accent still rings out, but you no longer need to decipher anything that comes from her mouth. Ivy is so incredibly proud of the young girl, and the sudden intelligence and professionalism that Isis displays sends butterflies to Ian's stomach.

"Good morning, Ms. Dahmeno." The man smiles kindly after Isis has taken a seat.

"Good morning, how are you?" She smiles sweetly at the man as he reviews her application.

"It shows here...you've never been to a public school?" He asks with great concern.

"No, sir." Isis agrees politely. "My father didn't believe in public education, and therefore I was never sent to school. I think that I am thoroughly capable of handling everything that I read the job description I was given." Isis defends herself politely, but strongly enough to make him look over his paper at her.

"But, you never graduated from high school." His voice is stern and seems as if he's wasting his time on her.
"Sir, I never went to any school. I have no formal education, whatsoever. But, I'll be the first to tell you I am more responsible, reliable, and intelligent than any of the other job applicants that you are seeing. I know the only people wanting this job are high school kids. I can work for you full time, at any rate, and I will be on time and I will be efficient and proactive in my duties. You will have no reason to worry about my education history. You'd never know I didn't go to school." Isis never bats an eye, and is extremely proud of herself and how far she's come. She isn't going to let anyone bring her down from the pedestal she's placed herself on after her latest achievements.

"Ms. Dahmeno." The man sighs heavily with a kind, yet irritated, smile. "One of the job requirements is that you provide proof of a high school diploma or certificate of equal education."

"If you hire me, I will be able to use my wages to go to school and I will bring you that diploma as soon as I have it." Isis stares back at him, suddenly feeling very depressed and nervous. She can hear Ivy's voice in the back of her head saying, 'Don't show weakness. Be brave."

"I am sure that you would, but this is..." He starts in on her again.
"So, tell me...if I am required to show proof of a high school education, why do you have three employees working in your shop, who I have seen on school buses around town?" Isis glares at him. "You can't single me out because you think I am not capable of doing this job. My job description for your bookstore was to file books, check books in and check them out, basic secretary work, and customer service. Now tell me, what it is exactly, out of those listings, that you think I can't do for you?"

"Fine. I'll give you a chance. You have a 30 day trial period. You prove to me that you can handle everything I throw at you, and I'll hire you. Otherwise, you're gone." He glares at her, defeated.

"Thank you, I promise you, you won't be disappointed." Isis rises to her feet, sticks out her hand for him to shake. He stares at her hand, and she slowly takes it back to her side. "I promise you." She smiles kindly and leaves his office victorious.
Isis bursts through the front door feeling on top of the world. Ian's practicing his music, and Ivy is seated on the couch listening.

"I got the job!" Isis screams as she jumps up and down from excitement.
"Oh, that's great news!" Ivy smiles proudly.

"When do you start?" Ian asks her, taking particular notice of the smile on her face that he's never seen before.

"Tomorrow!" Isis jumps up and down again. "I really, really can't thank you two enough...for everything that you've done for me!" She looks over at her two best friends with love. "But don't you worry, as soon as I can afford it, I'll be out of here and in my own place! ...probably not this side of town, you know...but, I'll have something!" Isis giggles as she leaves the living room to change her clothes.
Ivy throws her hands in the air and cheers from Isis' latest accomplishment with pride, whereas Ian's heart sinks into his stomach and churns around painfully at the thought of Isis leaving. Later that evening, Ian saw Isis out back staring out at the water. He kept walking down the hallway, but then just as he got the door, something tugged on him from the inside and he opened the back door and joined her outside.

"You sure spend a lot of time out here..." Ian looks out at the ocean, and doesn't blame her one bit for enjoying the scenery.

"This is such a lovely place...maybe one day, I can make enough money to afford to live on the beach, too." Isis takes a deep breath of the fresh air.

"...so, you're really planning on moving out of here, then?" Ian tries his best not to sound too obvious that this bothers him.

"I can't live off Ivy forever, besides...who doesn't want their own place?" Isis looks back at him smiling as he joins her by the fence.
"I want to ask you something, Isis." Ian musters up some courage, but quickly loses it when she turns to look at him. "You know...nevermind."

"What is it?" She notices his apprehension and giggles quietly.

"...well," He begins after a long deafening silence. "...when I first met you...you remember? ...you were different then. Scared of me...somehow...and then, when I touched your arm...you ran into the house...terrified." He looks at her wondering just why she acted in such a way. "...why?"
"Oh, Ian...you have to know everything about me, don't you?" She smiles to herself.

"I'd like to..." He sneaks in between her sentences, before she can get the next one out. She looks over at him nervously, and quickly looks away.

"...Ian...I..." She struggles to find words to end the awkwardness.

"...have I done something to you...? Did I say something? ...anytime I try to interest in you other than a friendly one...it's like you put up this wall...I can't get passed it." He looks off into the water trying to think back to all the things he's ever said to her.

"It isn't you, Ian." She speaks with a cracking voice and sighs heavily. "...Mama always told me that boys were from the devil...and I shouldn't mess with them. I'm older now...and I know why she was telling me that. But...you, that night...I felt something funny inside and...all I could hear was my mother telling me where you came from." She lets out a laugh, and a small smile remembering her mother's description of boys.
"I can't quite explain what it is...I've never talked to a boy in a my life before you, so this is all kind of new to me. Maybe I'm just thankful for everything you and your sister have done for me...but, I feel something in my heart...more for you than for Ivy...and I couldn't tell you what it is even if you asked me to. " Ian stares at Isis as she continues to ramble on about her feelings for him. "I have to wonder what my mother would say about you...with your crazy colored hair and earrings...she would laugh at the sight, I'm sure. She'd say something like, 'told you so', or something..." Isis laughs some more. Without any second thoughts whatsoever, Ian reaches forward, takes Isis' arm in his hand and kisses her. Ivy looks on at the two through the hallway window, not sure how to feel about the situation. She wonders how long the two have been sneaking behind her back, and just the thought makes her angry. Later that evening during dinner, it finally eats at Ivy just enough. She sneers across the table at Isis.

"So, how long have you been sneaking around with Ian?" Ivy growls, out of nowhere. Both Ian and Isis drop their forks in surprise.

"What?!" Isis chokes as she stares back across the table at Ivy.
"What the heck is that supposed to mean, Ivy?" Ian growls at her. "No body has been sneaking anything...!"

" Oh, Ian...don't think I'm stupid! I saw you two in the back earlier!" Ivy glares at him, she grabs her plate and storms out of the dining room, throws her plate into the sink and goes straight to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Isis sits at the table stunned, feeling awful. Ian looks over at her, and notices her fear.

"It's not you, Isis. I promise." He replies softly as he rises from the table, leaving his plate and heads straight for his room. Isis clears the table after regaining her composure, and notices Ian walking out the front door with a suitcase in his hand.
"Where are you going?" Isis calls from the front door, stopping him in his tracks.

"Anywhere but here..." He mutters angrily.
Isis tosses around a million different scenarios and outcomes, and finally replies.

"Can I come with you?" She asks quietly, afraid of rejection.

***
Shortly after leaving Ivy's house, Ian called his boss on his cell phone. He had always mentioned having some houses for rent around town, and Ian hoped that he'd lower the rent so they could afford to live there for a while until they could afford something of their own.

Ian and his boss have a pretty decent relationship, and he agreed to allow Ian to move in to one of the houses temporarily for a discounted rate.

That was two years ago...
Isis and Ian's relationship bloomed, and the two are inseparable. Isis still works for the bookstore, and she has put herself through enough schooling to get her high school diploma equivalent. The boss really admired her dedication, ad hard work that he offered to partner with her for a while to get a feel at how she'd continue to run the business. With him getting up there in age, he had no one to turn the store to other than Isis, as all the other workers were still high school students.

She gladly accepted the offer, and the pay increase did wonders for her and Ian.
Ian had made a career change, from pop music to the more classical genre. Making the change brought in a cash bonus, which he used to buy something for Isis that he'd been trying to do for a while now. Tonight would determine the rest of his life, and he was scared to death the entire ride home from work. Ian arrives home with wobbly knees and sweaty palms. He can't seem to look Isis in the face, and she expects the worst.

"What's wrong, Ian?" She meets him in the living room.

"Uh...well..." He stares down at the ground nervously.
"I got a question for you, and it's kind of a big deal. It's going to either make or break me." He looks up at her praying and hoping she won't reject him. "Why do I have to answer it then?" Her eyes show much concern and worry. "I don't like these kind of questions, Ian." "Well, I'm sorry...but, I have to ask." He shrugs his shoulders and drops to one knee and struggles to get something from his pocket.

"What on Earth are you doing?" Isis stares down at him in confusion.

"I have to show you something." He grunts as he tugs and pulls on the object.

"Well, honey...if you'd stand up, it'd come out a lot easier!" She breaks down in laughter, still completely oblivious to the whole ordeal.

"Isis, that's not the point!" He tries not to laugh with her as he gives one final pull and the object finally releases from his pocket.
He opens the box and presents it to her, and she nearly croaks.

"Ian!" She squeals and clasps her hands over her mouth.

"Will you marry me, Isis?" Ian asks over her squealing.
"Of course! Yes! Of course!" She screams and Ian slides the ring onto her finger with some effort as she is bouncing around from happiness. "Ian...I don't know what to say...I'm just...wow." She says through an ear to ear smile as he rises to his feet and hugs her.

"You don't have to say anything." He smiles and squeezes her tighter.

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#15kitfu11Jun 21, 2009

All I have to say is.... *squeeeee* ^__^

#16Crazy_doodleJun 21, 2009

Really good.
Is this like the longest running story on tsr or what?
:P

#17Murphy75Jul 12, 2009

Awww...they are so cute!!\:wub\:

#18hayloJul 15, 2009

Oh, this is the cutest legacy on this sight \:\)

#19lug12Jul 18, 2009

#20SandraRJul 21, 2009

I´m waiting for the wedding.... Next chapter???

#21spacemouseAug 9, 2009

Very good, love it. \:cool\:

#22DragonQueenOct 15, 2009

Great story...  \:D

#23justvexJan 8, 2010

what happen to Ivy and Ian's parents? So sorry Ivy felt left out. great chapt\:rah\:

#24Dec 24, 2010

great story

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