A Baby By Bestie

27: House Arrest with Moxie

This isn't so bad, is it? No. It's just so very quiet in here. Don't you have like a radio or music somethings...? I sighed to myself as I looked around the four corners of my bedroom. I had switched the folding chair to a more comfortable swivel chair from AP to help me settle in. Ricky was at work, covering some political debate or whatnot and I haven't seen or heard from Sam or my mother since the party on Sunday. Actually, I think Sam was a little preoccupied and my mom? I haven't a clue, honestly.

I'm stuck at home, and it's an itchy feeling that was eating away at my concentration. I moved around my stationeries and shuffled with my laptop's keyboard as I text back and forth with Gregory. Well, it was mostly me asking if everything was okay every other second but, of course, he didn't mind. The place was too quiet. So silent that you could hear a pin when it drops. After a while I got up and opened the windows wide and let in the sounds of the cars passing by and the neighbors chihuahua barking up a storm outside.

The tiny dog provided a sense of companionship for me and I silently thanked her as I went back to my desk. I uncapped a small tub of strawberry yogurt and went back to the email that I kept reading over without really reading it. I'm trying, I really am trying to stay put. Right here. In. This. Quiet. Home. But it's so hard! I was desperate for a reason to leave the house, but I just knew I don't have one, neither will I get one. But as I released another frustrated sigh and stuffed a spoonful of yogurt in my mouth, my phone went off and I was overjoyed to find Gregory's number flashing on the screen.

"Gregory!" I answered way too chirpy to be professional, but at this point, I didn't care.

His chuckle was more a bundle of nerves than anything else. "Hello, boss. How are you?"

I rolled my eyes involuntarily, "you already know I'm suffering in here. Is everything okay at the office?"

He paused for way too long and I immediately got anxious. "Greg? Are you still there?"

"Uhh... Yes boss!" He answered in a rush, "Ahh, in this office, yes. Everything's great!"

"In this office? What's that supposed to mean?" Yesss! I grabbed my handbag that was resting at my feet, threw my keys inside it and stood up with the rest of my yogurt in hand.

"Well, boss." There was palpable worry in my PA's voice now. "Three printers are down in section B, and the Ad team is behind on their new proposal for rebranding. And then there is anniversary plans..."

I was already locking up my front door and heading to my car by the time Gregory trailed off. "It's okay, Gregory. I'm on my way."

"No no! I've got everything under control... I think." He whispered the last part as if he was talking to himself. "I called in repairers. And am currently working on arranging for new caterers for the dinner party."

"New caterers? But we already-"

"Oh crap. Forget I said that!" He's completely losing his shit.

I pulled up in my executive parking spot pretty fast as traffic wasn't so hectic after the rush hour and made a beeline for my office. I took the stairs because the elevators were already packed and the motion had started to make me sick after some time. I found Greg walking up and down in his office with the phone pressed to his ears and jotting down sometime on his notepad. I leaned on his desk to catch my breath and waved silently at him.

"I told you boss, I had it under control." He said after hanging up. "I'm getting new caterers because, well... The other one cancelled."

"How come?" I asked.

"Don't know yet. But everything's going well. I got this." He smiled at me, more hope than confidence in his bright eyes.

"Okay. But I'm already here, so I'll just stay." I patted him on the shoulder and sauntered to my office. I missed it so much, I could give it a hug.