ERICA
"Is my husband available?" I ask the woman at reception.
"and your husband would be?" She asked peeking over the rims of her godawful pink glasses.
Really, Twice in one day? I guess I need to guest star on his show a little more often.
"Your boss." I said now tapping my fingers on the counter trying to calm myself.
"Wallace never told me he was married, that scumbag." She answered looking over her shoulder with a scowl.
"Not Wallace you idiot." Boy did that get her attention. "Phil, your other boss."
"Oh, he didn't come in today." She says through grinted teeth obviously trying to be friendly.
"Does he not come in often?" I ask now crossing my arms.
"This is the first time since I've started bout two years back." She said her eyes now glued to her computer.
"Well if he drops by let him know his lady wants to talk to him." And with that I headed right back to the elevator.
Was he so tired from last night that he just decided to sleep the entire f'ing day? Maybe I shouldn't do that for him if he is going to act this way!
I pick out my phone from my purse to make an appointment.
"Hello, this is Erica is there any room to fit me in this afternoon?" I ask the woman, probably Paula, on the other end of the line.
"Of Course Erica." Yep it was Paula I could envision her horrible dye job now. "How would 4 work for you?"
"You got anything sooner?" I ask knowing their schedule down pat.
"The only other availability is in 30 minutes, could that work for you?" She asks cheerfully.
"Thats fine, thanks."
The drive would take me longer with the lunch rush starting soon but I don't care. I needed to relax.
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Their lobby was empty as was normal for the middle of a workday so I took my usual chair near the door and waited for my appointment.
"Erica, I didn't see you on the books earlier." Derrick said with a questioning look.
"Yeah, lots of stress today I thought a massage would help." I say with a smile.
"They always do, don't they? He says with a wink.
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Mystery / ThrillerI let my thoughts wander, anything to get my mind off of her. They glide down a winding river of past emotions, actions, conversations. Then the waters become choppy; rushing and rushing. They are out of control. I can't keep up. The horrible though...
