The Life of Jezebel Firetongue

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I held my hands above my head as a sign of peace. My best clothes, (the outfit Jake gave me,) were washed and I was clean. All for pure business reasons. If I was going to join Dr. Davis, I had to look my best.

"What are you doing here?" A big burly guard asked.

I gently pushed him aside. "I've come to take Dr. Davis' proposal. I would hope it's still open?"

"Let her in!" cried a guard.

The guard glared at me and grudgingly let me in. "Dr. Davis!" he called.

Dr. Davis appeared quickly, brown wig on his head. "You called? Oh!" He turned his expression of distaste into one of excitement and clapped his hands together. "Jezebel! Here to take my offer, I hope?"

"Yes, of course!" I sighed and twined my hands together. "I realized that this was the only way to save my relationship with Jake. I left him a note, but..." Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. "I just don't know if he'll understand."

"Oh, you poor girl." Dr. Davis put his arm around my shoulders affectionately. "We all had to do hard things. But look at what this has gotten you! A family of people just like you, a job of being my right-hand woman, the world..." Dr. Davis smiled at me and started walking me down the hall. "If he loves you, he will respect you for making such a wonderful decision."

I nodded. "Of course, Dr. Davis. How did you get so smart?"

"Well, I worked hard and tried to do my best at everything. I have a degree from Harvard, Rice, Yale, and Stanford. I got my doctorates degree and started a great job. I even got a wife, after going through many different relationships. Through my long years of hard work and struggle, I learned many, many things." We stopped and he stared off into space, probably dreaming about those days. "Now," Dr. Davis said, collecting himself, "Let me show you my new lab!"

I smiled at Dr. Davis and put my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket. With a quick flex of my thumb, I sent a message to Jake, using my brand-new iphone.

I'm in.

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