Manic: Confessions of a Wife

Manic Book 1: Chapter 9

As Savannah wraps up her day at work, she takes a moment to check in on her upcoming sales. She's been hard at work, reaching out to clients and attorneys through phone calls, emails, and messages. It's been a mentally exhausting day, but she knows she just needs to make a few more calls before she can go home.

Just then, her assistant Tiffani enters the room. "Hey Savannah, I made sure to send out the invoices to the agents. Some of them have already responded and said they'll pay their fees by the end of next week. We're still waiting on the others."

"Thanks for your help, Tiff. You're always on top of things," Savannah says appreciatively as she finishes up an email.

"You're welcome," Savannah replied with a smile.

As she sat down at her desk, Savannah asked, "So, what are your plans for the weekend? Staying in or going out with your man?"

Her assistant lets out a sigh, "Honestly, I have no idea what he's going to do. We're not even talking right now. I went through his phone and saw so many....she pauses.

Savannah listening intently. "What did you find?"

"He had like four different women texting him! I mean, come on. I deserve so much better than that. I am way too pretty to be cheated on by a man who barely even caught my attention in the first place."

Savannah couldn't help but laugh, "Girl, you are too much!"

Laughing along with her, her assistant added, "But it's true! They always say the ugly ones do you the dirtiest, and let me tell you, they weren't lying."

"I am screamin', stop it!" Their laughing suddenly stops when someone rings the bell at the front to be let in.

"Are you expecting anyone Savannah?" asks Tiffani as she stands up to open the door. "No, but whoever it is, I'll handle them. You can go home as soon as they come in. I'll pay you for the missed hour."

"Thank you Savannah," Tiffani's voice fades as she goes down the hallway. Meanwhile, Savannah returns to her emails, not paying attention to the conversation happening at the front office. Several minutes later, Tiffani walks back into Savannah's office, her cheeks flushed and a smile on her face. Curiosity getting the better of her, Savannah asks, "Who has you blushing? Your cheeks are so red..."

As she tries to hide her blushing cheeks, Savannah can't help but giggle along with her friend. "I'm sorry, but that man up front is fine, okay?" she confesses, sitting on the edge of her chair. "His name is Omar and he said he had an appointment with you...? I am more than happy to stay; I don't have anywhere to be anyway."

Suddenly, Savannah feels butterflies in her stomach and starts to feel flustered. "Omar Hopkins..." she repeats softly.

"Yeah, Omar Hopkins."

"He doesn't have an appointment with me, but uh, yeah," Savannah closes her Macbook. "Send him in." She notices her energy has shifted and quickly puts on a smile so Tiffani doesn't worry. "Thank you again for everything. I'll see you Monday."

With a smile, Tiffani nods and exits her office. She quickly checks her appearance in the full length mirror, ensuring her hair, makeup, and outfit are perfect.

Sexonds later, Omar lightly knocks on her door despite being open. His seductive grin on his face almost makes her forgive him for how he did her.

Trying her best to smile, she asks, "Omar, what are you doing here?"

"Oh so now I have to have a reason to see you?" Ignoring her question, he asks, "How have you been?"

Savannah crosses her arms, "Why do you care? We haven't seen each other in six months and now you're trying to converse as though we've been communicating everyday, like be fa real."