It All Started With A 'Please': A Sokeefe Story

6: Not Jealous

The next day was a rainy one. The downpour of both the wind and the rain was insane as I walked to the parking building next to my apartment building. If you didn't know already, New York had so many buildings, and I sometimes questioned my sanity when I walked from one building to another and then to another.

It was a good thing that I decided to wear comfortable, closed-toed boots that reach an inch or two above my ankle. The navy jeans, white blazer, and black t-shirt that hugged my body tightly kept me warm enough for the short walk since I was dumb enough to forget my jacket. 

Once I reached my car, I hopped in. About half of the car ride in, I got a text from Anisha.

Anisha: Hey, running late. Wayyy too much traffic on the south side of the highway. The rain has blocked almost all of the exits.

When I got this text, I was exiting Starbucks with a cup of a black coffee. What? I'm boring. Sue me. After seeing this text, obviously, I texted her back.

Me: Oh no. Do you think you'll be able to make it to work?
Anisha: No. They just blocked the only other road I could take to work. 

That was when my phone rang, and Anisha's contact popped up.

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone.

Anisha spoke through the other line. "Hey Sophie. Most roads are closed for half the employees at NYREA, which, mind you, is a heck lot of employees down. I'm trying my best to get to work but I don't think it's possible. However, a couple employees have already made it to work. If you can make it, then you need to email some people and consult with them on their property investments. Will you be able to make it to work? I've asked Maria to help anybody that shows up. I just wanted to let you know what was going on."

Maria was another one of the managers in NYREA. 

"Oh no, that's a bummer. My side of town is fine. It's windy and rainy, but I'll be able to make it to work."

"Sophie, you are a freaking LIFE SAVER. Thanks so, so much. Let me know if you need help with anything."

"Haha, no problem."

"Drive safe."

And with that note, I hung up the call, and drove for three more risky minutes through the depths of the rainy road.

Once I successfully parked my car in the parking lot, which, mind you, took a lot more time and effort then I thought it would.

I made my way to the next building with the giant NYREA sign on it. As soon as I entered the wonderful--and dry, might I add--haven, I took my raincoat off and began to run my fingers through my hair to fix the mess on top of my head.

That was when I heard Mark. "Hey Sophie."

"Hey Mark. What's going on?"

"Congratulations on being one of the only people out of 7 who were able to make it to work today." He responded.

"What do you mean?"

"None of the employees are here. I made it since I live near you, and so do several other employees." He remarked. "Oh, and Keefe did too."

My ears perked up at the thought of me not being lonely when I did my work today.

"Anisha told me that whoever made it to NYREA doesn't have to do any work but they're welcoming to stay here until the storm is over, which, according to the weather report, won't be until 4." Mark added, buzzing me in.

But this time, he came inside with me.

"All of us are hanging out in the conference room. There's enough food at the juice bar on the 4th floor, so we won't starve to death." Mark informed me.