Astor
My phone rings while I try to sort out the documents that my mother gave me this morning regarding the new product that our company will launch.
Unknown number.
Interesting, since I know almost everyone’s phone number.
“Yes?”
“Astor? Is that you?” Familiar voice. Soft tone, not from my workplace.
“Yes.” I say arching a brow.
“I am Dylan Grace’s cousin you remembe-“
That rings a bell.
“Yes, I do. Is there something wrong?” I ask feeling a slight uneasiness.
“No, no everyone is great I was just wondering would you like to come by and hang out for a little bit as a thanks for yesterday.”
Relief floods through me.
Strange.
Was it likely that I would pass on a chance on seeing Grace again?
Not likely.
But curiosity keeps pummelling me.
I am forcing it down for now deciding that a win is a win.
“ I would like that. Is 3 o’clock alright?”
“ Yeah, no problem. I’ll see you.”
He hangs up. I am not satisfied accepting an invitation to her house by her cousin. I would prefer it if she was the one inviting me, but as I said before, a win is a win.
I leave the office throwing my blazer over my button-down and heading to the elevator.
My mother spots me.
I mentally calculate how many minutes of my time she will take considering that it was 2:30.I hated being late, I also hated people that talked a lot with no meaning behind their words and my mother on a bad day was one of them.
“Where are you going?”
“How is this information useful to you?”
I couldn’t let her know anything about Grace. She hates her parents and this will just put another weight on Grace’s back and that is the last thing I want. But again, even if I wasn’t heading to Graces house she had no reason to know where I am going.
She rolls her eyes checking her watch on her wrist.
“ Are you done with the p-“
“ Yes.” I say without letting my annoyance show.
My mother was never anyone important in my life. I was barely seeing her as a kid. I basically grew up with nanny’s while she was working most of the time with my father and when our paths crossed in the house she always asked basic questions without caring about any answer that I gave her.
So I stopped responding altogether. And she gratefully stopped asking which was to my benefit mostly.
I press the button of the elevator and she nods one time and leaves.
And I check the time again 2:35.
Good job.
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RomanceGrace is an independent eighteen year old girl who always takes care of others but lets no one help her. Astor has been haunted by her presence since they played a round of chess once when they were little kids and saw her again in a contest. They w...
