Just Desserts- GxG

Chapter 10- The Folly of St. Dick

I've killed 3 glasses of scotch. The warm fuzzy feeling is starting to take the edge off of my pain. I can't even force myself to engage in the corporate celebration that I care nothing about.

I couldn't tell you who has approached me. I couldn't even tell you what words were exchanged, or from whom they came.

Time passes by and I can't quantify it. I count my empty glasses and assume it's been about an hour.

After my fourth scotch, I finally look up from the bottom of my glass.

I want to leave, but I want to drink more. I don't want to see what Camry is doing, but I yearn to be close to her. She's still here. Snippets of her melodic voice cut through the fog of despair I've shrouded myself in. I don't listen to her words. I'm satisfied just knowing she's still near me. When she leaves, then I will too.

There's a wall of glass behind the bartender. In it's reflection, I can see the dress I bought for her. The strappy open back, which I hadn't seen much of this evening. It fits her like a snug leather glove, accentuating the curve of her ass. The slit in the skirt separates to show a flash of her tan thigh, with every step. It makes my mouth water.

She's being herded by Director Dick again, and in somewhat of a hurry. Her steps seem reluctant. There's not enough alcohol in me to make me oblivious. Dick is not escorting her out the door. He's taking her to a different part of the building.

I really don't like the look of this.

Call me the possesive type. Call me a jealous, overprotective drunk with stalker tendencies. I don't care. Regardless, I rise from the bar and cross the room to check on things.

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The hallway is devoid of life. It's about 30 ft long with doors on either side. I peek in through the inset windows but the lights are off in every room I pass. I jiggle a few of the knobs, all locked.

This is an interesting place to hold a Corporate Christmas party. We have it here every fucking year, though. Most places use hotel conference rooms, or their own office buildings. We come to this outdated, 2 story fortress. It has the surface area of a military base, with none of the charm. I suppose the event planners do a good job of making the party room look nice. God forbid you go down a random hallway, though. You end up in a different reality.

I reach the end of the hallway, where it splits into a T shape, two more hallways with doors going left and right. They look identical to the first, with elevators at both ends, but only one has a light that signals it still working.

I don't see Camry, or Richard. There's no sign of them, and the light on the far left elevator remains in its place, dimly signaling it's lack of use.

Which way?

Then I hear something that makes my blood run cold. The fear I refused to give the energy to consider, makes itself known. Like tipping a bucket of ice water over my head.

The muffled sound of Camry's voice reaches my ears. The distressed pitch of it sobers me. Terror grips me in it's sharp talons and constricts my lungs.

I can't tell where the sound came from. My eyes close for a moment, and I try to settle the chaos in my head. I focus in, desperate for another sound.

Not seconds later, I hear another muffled cry from Cam.

"I said stop!" Much louder, this time. If it weren't for my straining to hear her, I would have missed it again.

That sneaky bastard. He must have known how far to take her so she wouldn't be heard.

Unfortunately for Dick, I heard. Now I know which way to run.