Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 48

RACHEL

The next day flew by quickly, and I woke up with a wicked headache from the night before; luckily, I had some over-the-counter headache medicine in my suitcase for emergencies like this one.

I decided not to drive to work, so I called a Uber that cost me less than twenty bucks; moments later, I arrived to work with piles of work on my desk.

"Ugh! I feel like a pile of shit being run over by a truck," Lauren says as coming to my office and sits down in front of me with a mark on her neck; I laugh, "You must be," I tell her, and run my finger on my neck to say to her to check her neck.

Lauren looks up, lifts her head slowly, "What's wrong with your neck? You keep rubbing it," she wonders when I grab my compact mirror from my purse and hand it to her, "Here." She smiles, opens up the mirror, and gasps, "What the hell?". I try my best not to laugh but can't, "I'm sorry, but it's kinda funny," I admit.

"This is why I don't drink then make out with fucking weirdos," she signs as putting some makeup on that I give her.

...

An hour later, I'm writing out all of the information that Eric and the company owner of the building Don are telling us; as looking at my wring, it's all chicken scratch writing. They are talking about the cost, and when everybody will have to move, I would love to come here to Utah, but I also want to be with Ezra.

I feel a tap on my hand; it's Lauren telling me that Eric is trying to get my attention, "Oh, I'm sorry. What were you saying?" I ask, rip the unreadable writing on my notepad, and start a new one.

" I was asking if you can give me all of the writing documents you edited last night?" he asks with a sharp tone and stacking up his notepad and files and pens. He always has at least three black pens, just in case.

"Yes, I will, sir," I tell him, and he nods.

I couldn't believe what Ezra and I were doing during our call. After a few more talks and agreements about the building and money, everybody heads back to their offices. Once I walk back to my office, I go to the computer to send out the stuff Eric asked for; I'm so happy that I finished them before going to that club and got drunk.

*Knock Knock*

"Come in," I call out, see it's Andrea standing by the door, and she looks so beautiful with the olive green shirt she's wearing; it looks great with her green color, her and Ezra look so similar with facial features and attitude minus his snippy remarks.

"Hello Rac, I wanted to tell you that you are more than welcome to come to lunch with Eric and me," she smiles.

I smile back, nod my head no, "No thanks but thank you for asking. I have a lot of work to get done, as you can tell," I apply, pointing at the stack of papers on the corner of the desk. Andrea laughs, "It's okay. Don't work too hard," she jokes and leaves.

Andrea?

She turns back, "Yeah?".

"Didn't I hear from Eric, or I think Don that you have a choice to come to the office tomorrow?" I wonder, stand up and grab four unfinished files.

"Yes, I'm coming tomorrow, so Eric doesn't bite off the contractor's head off if he doesn't do what he's told," she jokes again, and I can imagine Eric yelling his ears off, "Yeah," I laugh, "I think I won't come, but I think I will walk around because I haven't had a chance to," I tell her, and she smiles.

Rachel?

"I'm thrilled that you and my son found each other, and he told me to hire you," she says as leaving and closes my door. I didn't know that Ezra told her to hire me, was this before or after he left me in the library.

...

The next day, I wake up to hear birds outside chipping and the sun shining through the humorous windows in my room. My eyes are slightly open; the warm weather feels like home in North Carolina; I miss home along with my parents and family. I can't wait for next month for thanksgiving to see them, and I hope Ezra comes with me.

*Ring Ring*

My phone starts ringing on the nightstand; I roll over and see it's my mom Angela.

"Hi, mom," I quickly pick up her call. I miss her so much; from her sweet voice to her delicious cooking for the holidays, she makes the best apple pie in the world.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you? I miss you so much. How's school?" she questions me with multiple questions in one sentence. I laugh, "Everything is good. I miss you more," I answer back.

Moments later, mom and I hung up the phone after talking for at least an hour. I start getting ready for the day; I have no work and haven't had a chance to see parts of Utah since I got here; turn on the shower, take off my pajamas, then step in the shower.

"LIFE WAS A WILLOW, AND IT BENT RIGHT TO YOUR WIND, THEY COUNT ME OUT TIME AND TIME AGAIN," I scream out as shampooing my hair with a scent of vanilla and mint shampoo, then stop singing out since I notice I'm in a hotel shower instead of my shower at home... home with Ezra.

I miss him so much, and I hope he's okay; I keep thinking about him because it's hard not to, from his sexy accent of a voice to his green eyes that catch my heart when I meet him on an airplane. As I think about everything we have been through, the warm water suddenly turns cold against my skin, so I get out.

...

After leaving the hotel, I begin walking around Utah, and it's so breathtakingly beautiful with all of the sounds of the waters and colorful leaves falling everywhere that I stop by a park with people sitting down on benches reading or enjoying a cup of coffee, so I join in.

I walk up to one of the wheeling coffee trucks, "Hello, can I get a large, cold, green tea with a piece of lemon loaf," I ask the barista, nodding yes and grabbing a large cup. While waiting for my order, there's a little bookshop next to the truck, and I stop in to see what they have.

"Ms?" the barista calls me, I walk up and grab my order, "Thank you," I thank her, then put a five-dollar tip in her top jar.

A while later, I began walking to the park benches and pulled out the book I selected from the bookshop and its The Great Gatsby; I found an old copy, but Ezra's copy is better with the margins highlighted.