Scandal

two

"Hey Cece, I hope you dont mind closing by yourself tonight." I leaned against the doorframe of Marie's office as I watched her frantically gather her belongings into the large bag she carried with her everywhere she went.

"Um, yeah that's fine. Where you headed off to in such a hurry?"

"It's my son, I'll explain tomorrow. The keys are in my desk," she called out to me while practically sprinting towards the front door. I watched as she hurried down the steps to the sidewalk in front of the library and over to her car. She gave me a wave before jumping into the front seat and speeding off. I walked back into her office to grab the keys. I serched the desk drawers for the keys and found them in the last drawer on the right, along with a bottle of Nyquil. My back was acting up again so I decided it wouldnt hurt to take some. The label was kinda worn out so I decided to just wing it.

I wasn't planning on falling asleep, but I knew that it was going to happen no matter how much I tried to keep my eyes open. I was out in a matter of seconds. I woke up to the loud vibrating of my phone. I groaned lifting my head up from the desk and quickly grabbing my phone. It was Dylan.

"Hello" I managed to mumble out.

"Sorry to wake you! But I just had to tell you about Mrs. Higgens. She almost got me fired today"

My eyes skimmed the clock before I jumped up from the seat and grabbed my purse. It was nearly one in the morning, I had slept for almost three hours. I tried my best to listen to Dylan's story but I was more concerned about getting home than listening to Dylan complain about work.

"I guess now she's making us take the damn fist to the preservation room once a week. And now it's not going to be on display durning the Artist Benefit thing because it's too risky" He continued to complain as I threw on my jacket and turned off all the lights before heading out locking the large front doors behind me.

I would never hear the end of this if Marie found out I fell asleep on the job. I ran down the flight of stairs and turned the corner, begginig my trek back home.

"Hey Dylan sorry to interrupt you but I gotta go I'll call you when I get home"

"You're not at home what the hell are you doing. It's one in the morning Cece!"

"I know I know. I stayed at work late. I'm walking home now. I'll call you in twenty minutes"

"Alright be careful"

"I'll be fine don't worry about me" I hung up and threw my phone in my purse. Part of me wanted to just ran back to the library and spend the night there, anything would suffice as long as i didnt have to face Kyle. The cold wind took me by suprise. I tugged my jacket tightly around my body, letting no warmth escape my body. It was thirty degrees out but the windsheild made it feel even colder. I should've grabbed a sarf or a hat, it's always cold around this time of year, the wind making it even worse; they don't call Chicago the windy city for nothing. I've always loved the idea of living in a big city. I wouldn't be able to tell you why I guess I just liked the city atmosphere. When I was little, I used to go to New York with my mom, dad, and sister all the time. Both my parents were lawyers and they worked alot of cases in New York. I loved going to New York. I could sit and look out at the busy streets and the crowds of people walking down the streets for hours. It was such a pretty sight besides the occasional person flicking someone off. There really is no place like New York, it's one of the most exciting places to be. The streets are always busy and life never stops. A lot of people say 'New York is a great place to visit, but not to live' but I disagrees completely.

When me and Kyle moved out, New York was our first choice but we wouldnt be able to afford anything out there so we decided Chicago was the next best thing. Kyle used to promise me that we would move to New York and own a beautiful Penthouse that had the most breathtaking view of the city, but I stoped getting my hopes up months ago.