Sudden Chance

Westworld

"So Jimmi." Rose wastes no time cutting to the chase.

"Alright, alright." I chuckle while Moose makes his way on to my lap. "I'm not going to lie to you he was incredibly charming. Super sweet and funny, plus he was completely understanding about my forgetting to call."

Rose shoves my arm playfully, "If I didn't know better I would say you have a crush. But give me the good shit, anyone can tell he is charming just by watching an interview."

I laugh, "I was still there for work, I have to be professional you know." Rose just continues to stare expectantly. So I sigh and continue, "He makes a pretty good cup of coffee?" Nope she is still staring. "Ummm. Ok fine yes I have a bit of a crush. He was intellectual, polite, well spoken. Plus he is funny. You know how rare it is to find anyone like that now."

Rose finally leans back on the couch and Kitters climbs up behind her laying down for a snuggle, "Don't I know it, it took me years to find John. Besides after William you could use a win. It's been a while now hasn't it, do you feel like you're going to be able to try again?"

I lean back more myself eating a big spoonful of the warm brownie and cold ice cream. "I don't know, but it's not like I have shot. This was a one off notary errand, I'm the assistant office director it's not like I work with clients normally. And it would be highly unethical. Plus just flat out wrong given what I was there for."

Rose's eyes glimmer as she tries to put the pieces together, "What was he signing?"

I shatter her hopes, "Mmmm nope. I can't tell you that. That would be a breach of client privacy. I can tell you who I work with I just can't tell you what I'm doing for them."

"That's right. Hmmm." Rose pauses to think. "You wouldn't feel guilty if it was any contract signing for some show or movie."

I nod in agreement giving her a sly smile. Always clever and working out a loophole. "That does stand to reason with my values."

Rose squints as she thinks, "I've got it, it's not criminal because your firm doesn't do that. And it's not real estate because again you wouldn't feel guilty. And if I remember correctly he is married so that only leaves divorce." Her eyes go wide at her discovery. "They were divorce papers! Oh I know you can't confirm but I know it. And if he is getting divorced that means he will be on the market."

I scrunch my nose, "On the market. I hate that term it makes me feel like I'm valuing meat or that I'm just a product along with everyone else."

Rose shrugs, "Well do you think he likes you?"

I reach for the remote, "I don't think so, I mean he could just be polite. But there is no point in what if's, shall we begin Westworld and start filtering through the venues, I saw that stack of papers in your bag."

"Let's get into it then." Rose goes to divvy up the papers while I watch the purple screen for HBOMax pop up.

The show begins as we start reading through them. Rose more focused on the aesthetics while I look at the logistics. The combination of the two of us works well, each of us catching flaws the other would miss. Eventually we narrow it down to four venues that would work well. By the time we have gotten it down to that four episodes of Westworld had passed and I was absolutely hooked.

Rose stretches, "Well I think that's where I'm going to call it, we did well."

"Oh absolutely, I think I want to watch a few more episodes of Westworld before I go to bed but by all means go ahead you know where the guest room is." I pet a sleeping moose on my lap while Rose gets up.

She grabs both our bowls taking them to the sink before heading down the hall. "Goodnight! Don't stay up too late!" She calls and I can hear her yawn.

"Goodnight! I won't, I still have breakfast for us to make in the morning." I call after and turn my attention back to the opening title.

The plot so far is excellently written and all of the acting is fantastic. I find myself completely immersed, the first time I've felt this way about a show in a while. It isn't until almost three in the morning do I finally find myself starting to doze on the couch. I groan and get up, turning off the tv in the process. A long day but a good night at least.

I find my dreams being filled with outlaws, cowboys, and Jimmi's character William. No doubt a result of all the Westworld. Just when it's starting to get good, the shrill ringing of my phone pulls me from my sleep.

"Hello?" I sleepily blink my eyes open as I pick up the phone.

"Were you asleep? Oh boohoo, get up you should have done your job correctly." The angry voice on the other end of the line wakes me up more. Andrew.

God fucking damn him. What time is it even. I look at the numbers on my alarm next to me, it's not even 7 yet. I will kill this man damn the consequences.

His voice sounds from the other end again, "Hello? Is anyone in there? Come on Princess wake up."

I finally ask a question my voice hoarse from sleep, "What the hell are you talking about Myers? You better have a good reason for waking me up."

He scoffs, "Do I have to spell it out for you? The documents, we are missing a signature genius. I needed this done yesterday. Now you need to come into the office and take this back to Mr. Simpson to get signed. I already called so he should know you will be coming."

I feel the rage boiling up inside of me. "Excuse me? It is my day off. Find someone else or wait till next week. There is no way I am going into the office."

Andrew's tone somehow manages to get more grumpy, "A runner will be at your house soon with the paperwork."

I grip the phone so hard my knuckles turn white, "You do know I am taking this to David."

"Go ahead, run to daddy too I'm sure he will sign off on whatever for you." Andrew says. There it is. That is his issue. Always has been.

"The only thing my father signs is your paycheck. This is highly inappropriate and gross misconduct. The paperwork will be signed, but there will be consequences for this." I hang up the phone not bothering to hear whatever bullshit excuse he would come up with next.

I roll back to how I was before answering my phone and groan. Why me?