Dangerous Obsession

chapter thirty nine

Maven's Pov
"I need you to interview Frankie Lefévre for the business piece,"she says confusing me as to why I'm the one to do it. "Why me?"I ask genuinely curious.

"You write the pieces and your interviews have added more readers to this magazine. You could be looking at editor in chief in the future,"

"You're Kathy Briggs, that seat was made for you,"I say and she chuckles. "Honey even the best have expiration dates,"she says before taking her seat again. "I already talked to her assistant and your interview is in the afternoon,"she says putting her glasses and I take it she's done with the conversation. I get up and walk back to my desk still trying wrap my head around it. Four months since the hospital and I can remember all about work but not a life that led to a baby that eventually died? My phone rings and I pick up.

"Hey Maves, I'm getting lunch!you coming or what?"she asks and I just chuckle. Like I'd miss a meal. I decide to walk to the restaurant because it's close and I can have time to think. 5 months in a coma and nothing to show for it but scars I can't quite place. I was a mom? I walk in to her on the phone seriously, plopping on the empty seat facing her. "You look low what happened?" She asks noticing. "Tommie the observer huh? I'm fine just trying to adjust to life again,"I say making her sigh.

We live in the same building and as many times as I tried to push her away she just kept knocking on my door ever day with a bottle of wine and a sappy story about work or her life. "Maves your therapist told you to move on. Even that hypnosis guy couldn't help you remember. Maybe you needed the accident to start over. You got a second chance,"she says for the hundredth time. That I got a second chance and instead of focusing on the past I should be grateful I made out alive.

"You're right, maybe it was for the best,"I say before a waiter approaches us and she's already licking her lips making me chuckle. "I'll have the usual please,"I say and she seconds. She catches me up on her draft that got rejected. "I don't get what they want me to write about really. I quite law school for this,"she says but we both know it's more than that. "You just need to change your environment for a minute. Always works for me,"I say genuinely. My phone lights up the same time my chicken salad is placed before me.

"Hello, is this Maven Barnes?"

"Yes this is she,"

"Miss Frankie would like to cancel the interview, sorry for the inconvenience,"she says before the call is cut. Sorry for the inconvenience? Rich snobs like her know nothing about inconvenience. I don't even get why Kathy would have me interview her, there's bigger and better business moguls to focus on. I'm surprisedly glad I don't have to see her.

"What?"

"Frankie Lefévre is too busy for commoners...I bet she's just in her luxurious office playing candy crush,"I say making her laugh. "At least it's in a building she owns,"she says not helping the situation. I focus on my chicken salad. "No just imagine being her wife, she'd make the cutest babies. Lesbian folks are just purely lucky,"she says. When we're done I get the check and she lets me, she always does, saying when her book sells I'll never have to again and I believe her. I honestly don't care about who gets pays.

I leave her there because I need to break it to Kathy that her golden price isn't interested but my phone vibrates in my coat pocket. Really? Do these people think the world stops and moves when they want it to? Unbelievable! I mutter to myself getting a Taxi to the building. I use my press card at security and they let me in guiding me to the elevator. I've never been inside before. I step out of the elevator to a red haired woman holding a tablet smiling warmly.

"Maven?"she asks.

"Yes,"

"This way. She has 20 minutes so make sure you get everything you need,"she says sounding like my boss. They would actually get along. She opens the glass door for me to a boardroom with chairs that'd make someone want to offer their entire mortgage just to seat on forever. I take a seat watching her disappear somewhere before a familiar face appears walking next to her. She's fit. I take out my notepad and phone to record. "You must be Maven,"she says taking her hand out for me to shake and I do, feeling tingly. Her hair looks like what advertisement offer.