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Insanity And Obsession

Chapter 27

(Darcy's POV )

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          The knock on the door that came prior to Bridget walking in my office, found me at my desk, typing away at my new laptop that was brought in by one of the IT guys. I looked up just in time to see Bridget stroll in.

          "Darcy, uhm..." She began, carefully selecting her words. "Are you okay?" She asked while she stood at the door.

          "Yeah, Bridget, I'm fine." I answered, looking up at the clock in my office. 9:10 P.M. Jesus, how had I not realized it was so late!

         "Okay, I was wondering if I could go ahead and head out. We are the last people in here." She told me. I smiled slightly. I couldn't remember the last time I had kept her at the office this late at night and sort of felt bad now that my mood and anger had been appeased.

          "I'm sorry, you can go ahead and get home. I'll see you tomorrow." I told her. She smiled back.

         "What about you?" She asked. "How long are you planning on staying here?"

           I checked my laptop to look at what I had been typing for the past three hours, and sighed. "I probably have another five to ten minutes before I head out myself."

          "Okay, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." she told me and I nodded.

         "Yeah, see you tomorrow." And then she was gone, closing the door behind her, the same way she had found it. I was now by myself, the only one still in the office and at that moment, I truly felt the emptiness. It was now just me and my thoughts, and today, that was just not a good thing.

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           I had the clear intention of heading home, because I knew Jemma was there waiting for me, and I had promised to take her out since she was leaving the next day. But as I got in my SUV and started driving, I realized that my brain, and body were on auto pilot because somehow, as I looked around me after having parked my car in front of the building; I found myself stepping out of the vehicle and walking into Charlotte's building, the doorman quickly opening the door for me.

          While I stood in front of the elevators and waited patiently for the doors to open, I kept wondering what would happen once she saw me at her door. Would she slam the door in my face or would she be nice enough to listen to what I had to say...before slamming the door on my face? I guess I was just about to find out as the elevator finally dinged and the doors swoosh opened, letting a few people out.

        Let's get going, I guess.

           I never got nervous. Never, ever got nervous. To me, it was a sign of weakness and I wasn't weak. so why the hell did I think this elevator ride could have easily been one of the longest rides of my life? Why was it that my left pinky slightly twitched as I heard the final ding that let me know that I had arrived at the right floor?

          "Hell." I cursed under my breath as I got out. Shaking the nervousness out of my body, then started walking towards the door.

           I knocked once, and a second time then stood there in front of the closed door and waited.

            So I waited...and waited. When I realized no one was coming to open the door, I knocked again a third time; this time waiting a bit longer. Still nothing. I frowned. Maybe they couldn't hear me. So I knocked a fourth time, and waited. Slowly though, my patience was leaving my body the longer I kept waiting in front of the door, while the minutes kept passing.