The Penpal (LGB(T)Q+) (FTM)

Chapter 3

Emily

•February 18th, 2022•

Emily got home late the night before and then woke up late that next morning, so she had no time to check her mailbox either day. She was sitting in her cubical, doing her daily work assigned by the floor manager.

"Emily, did you finish those files like I asked you to?" The floor manager stood in her cubical and Emily immediately mentally facepalmed.

"I- Uhm-" Emily searched the best words for the situation, but she was interrupted.

"I'll take that as a no." She marked her check sheet and gave a very disappointed look.

Emily held her breath before speaking after she checked her sheet, "I just got in late and then woke up late so-" she was interrupted again.

"Does it look like I care? If I trust in you to get things done by a deadline, you do them and you figure it out. I've stayed up for multiple nights doing paperwork like that, so why would I allow you to make excuses?" She crossed her arms and raised her brow at Emily.

Emily coward down slightly, "yes ma'am." Was all she could say. The floor manager took the stack of files off her desk and took them to another coworker to torture. Emily sighed slightly, not having to do them, but realized that not doing them most likely docked her performance which had already been docked twice for other stupid reasons. She would probably not be seeing a Christmas bonus this year.

When Emily did get back to the apartment building, she grabbed her mail and caught the elevator instead of the stairs, she was absolutely drained in every way. Coming through the door she left her paperwork on the counter to complete later, without falling asleep this time. She sifted through the letters; including one about jury duty, but she wasn't looking for that one anymore. Then there it was, Peyton James. Emily opened up quickly, seeing a rather long letter, she smiled, leaving the rest of the mail on the counter, she sat cross legged on the couch in her corner and began reading.

Dear Emily,

Thank you for trusting a stranger enough to confide in me about your divorce. Although I've never been married and separated, I could even begin to fathom the pain, confusion and betrayal you much be feeling at this moment. Especially since it is so fresh... have they sent you an invite to the wedding yet? It's like they love to do that shit. I've had many girlfriends do the same to me."

Emily shook her head. Yep, the invitation rotted in her mail with the rest of the things she never cared to open, yet reminded her every time she opened her mail that it was still there.

"If you ever want to talk more about it, or technically write, I'm here to read! There would be no judgement. Plus I don't think alone is the way anybody is supposed to be, you wouldn't want to have children? I love kids! New York is only dreamy in the movies, in real life, it can be the sleaziest and dirtiest city out there. But when I do my gigs, the city comes alive, the stage really lifts me up emotionally. Every night is such a party, I know I will have to slow down eventually. It's so hard to think about because music is my life, my love. It is the one thing in life that never fails me. My favorite genre to play would have to be Indie, punk, and classics. I know you have more hobbies than just being a creative homemaker."

Emily scoffed at that name, a homemaker? She poured herself a glass of Cabernet and sipped it, holding it as she read now.

"I want to know all about you. I am the youngest of 6, 4 sisters and 2 brothers, so needless to say, my parents aren't really in the picture. They kicked me out at 17 when I came out as bisexual. I went to NYU for Astronomy, but after my BS, I pursued my musical talent is where I ended up. I have 2 cats and one goldfish named one-eyed blub. I'm sure Los Angeles isn't so bad, do you ever get to see any movie stars out and about? I think I would die if I met any of the Kardashians. Excited to hear back soon!