Anything For You

Part 18

Samantha drove to the 'bad' part of town to meet up with Charlie. He had called her two weeks after their first meeting and the drive to his office had Samantha on edge.

The familiar 'street folks' were gathered on the sidewalk when she pulled up in front of the building. To her, these people were the filth of this country and glared at them with disgust.

"There is no way in hell I'll ever get use to this" she muttered under he breath.

She took the two flights of stairs again instead of the elevator and again she struggled with the door.  She remembered that there was a problem with the door the last time she was here and this time tapped it lightly with her foot. Unfortunately for Samantha a gentleman on the other side of the door grabbed the doorknob just as she did and jerked it open. She flew into the office crashing into the man. The door was still not fixed.

"Get off me" she screamed as the man tried to bring her to her feet.

"Fuck you white trash" he scolded.

"Why I never!" she exclaimed patting her clothes in place.

The gentleman flipped her off and walked out.

When Samantha had calmed herself she looked up at the receptionist. Her hair was brown instead of the unnatural bleach blonde. She studied the girls face and it occurred to her that she was in fact pretty. Not her kind of pretty but pretty enough.

As soon as she straightend her clothing again, she looked around the office and froze.  There were other people inside the filthy office and she immediately clutched her handbag to her chest. She was surrounded by tatood men, women that looked like prostitutes and a very old gentleman who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes open.

"Charlie! Your appointment is here!" the receptionist screamed in the direction of Charlie's office. Samantha jumped, startled at the volume of this very petite girl's voice. She realized that she didn't even know her name and pushed the thought out of her mind. She didn't care.

The receptionist was chewing bubble gum, looking like a cow lazily eating grass, smiling at Samantha while twirling the ends of her Hair. "Charlie will be right out. You want some tea of something?" she asked blowing a bubble as soon as she finished her question.

"No thank you" Samantha's eyes darting around the office.

"Samantha!" Charlie announced himself loudly. Startled again, Samantha jumped.

"Why so nervous? We're all friends here", his arms open and up to his shoulders, his body turning from side to side making a half circle. More like a thirty degree turn due his fat stomach.

"Can we just get this over and done with so that I can get out of this place." Samantha whispered, holding onto her Gucci handbag.

"Yeah, yeah come inside." Charlie stepping aside gesturing for Samantha to follow.

Samantha looked around the filthy office, realizing how much she detested coming there.  The office didn't change much, the papers were still sky high and she was hoping that the mouse had either packed its bags and left for a better life or it committed suicide.

"So you called and said you had some news on Jenna?" she asked, her eyes scanning the mounds of newspapers.

"Yeah. Your girl Jenna has had quite a rough life." Charlie's voice sound sympathetic. Hearing the tone of his voice, Samantha's snapped out of her little bubble of judgment.

"What do you mean?" she asked harshly.

"I mean, your girl...." before he could finish his sentence Samantha interrupted him by holding up her perfect manicured hand.