Reticent

Chapter Eight; stilettos

"Hey, Tay!" Millie smiles, walking into my office. "So, there's a woman wanting to see you." She gestures to the door. "She didn't say who she is, but she needs your help." Millie shrugged.

"Okay." I nodded my head slowly. "Can you make sure security is standing-by in case." I tell her as she starts to walk out.

"They're already outside your door." She smiles. She tells the woman she can come in and then holds the door open for her. A thin blonde woman walked into my office, a malicious grin on her face.

"Hi," she smiles.

"Hi." I say, trying to remember where I recognize her.

"My name is Kate." She sat down in the chair in front of my desk.

"I'm sorry, but have I met you before?" I asked, sitting in my chair.

"Yes. I waitress at the restaurant you and your husband went to a few weeks ago. I told you my name was Emily, but that is my alias. That's actually why I came to you, today. I'm in trouble, Mrs. Swift."

"I don't know what I would be able to do for you, Kate. I'm an editor." I said.

"No, I know. I thought you could help me, woman to woman. Not in a business-resource way, but just as a...friendly kind of way. And I know we aren't friends, but the other night, talking to you..it felt like I had known you for a really long time." She smiled softly.

"How did you find out where I worked?" I asked her.

"I heard you mention a company and thought it could be yours, so I guessed and it turned out I was right." She shrugged.

"Alright.." I was still bothered by this woman. Something is making me uncomfortable and I don't know what it is. She looks nice, she looks insecure almost, but the way she stalked me to my work and assumed I'd help her as friends.. it makes me feel..weird.

"What is going on?" I asked her, pushing my feelings aside.

"I fell in love with a guy and he told me he loved me too, but then he left me. I just- I don't know what to do." She said sadly.

"Do you know why he left you?" I asked her, pushing a box of tissues towards her.

Her soft, sad eyes turned to evil, dark eyes. She glared at me and then grabbed a tissue. "He didn't love me as much as he loved his job." Her evil glare switched to sadness again. "I love him so much and I don't know what I should do?"

"I would suggest you let him go. No guy will ever leave their job if they love it that much. That guy is cocky and money-hungry." I try to say as softly as I could. "Sweetie, you are too nice and pretty to let a guy tell you if you're lovable or not. There's a guy out there for you, I know there is. You have to give him a chance."

"What if that guy is with someone else?" She asked.

"You know for a fact that he's your guy?" I asked her.

"Of course. I can feel it when I'm with him." She smiles sadly.

"Then, go after him. You've heard the saying, right?" I asked her, leaning my elbows on my desk. She nods her head, another malicious smile on her face. "Well, I suggest you listen to that saying. I have to get back to work, now. I wish you well." I force a smile.

"Sure." She stands up and walks towards the door, her red stiletto heels clicking as she bounces around. "Did you get the flowers I sent?" She turned around and asked.

"I'm sorry?" I got a weird feeling of being watched, for some strange reason, I felt even more out of place.

"I didn't think just showing up would be appropriate, so I sent flowers to kind of...I guess- just as a nice gesture." She smiled. She nodded her head once and then walked out of my office.