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Forty-Seven
Margie
Reagan walks past me with her cell in her hand, she doesn’t speak or even look at me. She walks right through the office and out the doors, turning right as she closes the door behind her.
I’m curious as to where the privileged bitch could be going. All there is that way is the fire escape and the stairs leading up to the roof.
When she’s disappeared from sight, I take the receiver off the hook and walk as quickly as I can to the door. I catch Reagan as she disappears from sight through the fire escape door. I wait until I know she’s disappeared, then slip off my shoes, putting them in one hand while holding the handrail with the other, and head up the stairs.
When I reach the top, I find the door to the roof wedged open.
Standing behind the door and out of sight, I peek through the gap.
What is she doing?
Why is she on the roof?
Squatting down, I watch her for another few minutes. I always wondered where she went when she walked out of the office. She was never too long either, about ten or fifteen minutes and now, I know.
Reagan has a secret hideaway. Interesting.
Smirking, I push the door open and let it spring back. The bar that’s in place to stop it from shutting clunks against the steel of the door. If I move that now, I know the door will close and she’ll be stuck up here.
Peeking back through the gap, I watch her look around her. Standing up, I run down the stairs and through to the escape door, dropping my shoes on the ground and slipping my feet in them before straightening my posture. I push back my shoulders and walk back through the sales office and into my office, closing the door and quickly replacing the handset.
As soon as the receiver is set back down, the phone rings. Sucking in a deep breath, I blow it out before answering in my most professional voice.
It’s my turn to ignore her as she comes back into the office, and I act like nothing’s happened. She shuts her door, glancing through the glass partition as she picks some paperwork up.
Leaning back in my chair, I take my cell from the drawer in my desk and see a message: Hey babe. We still on for tonight? I can’t wait.
I reply: Of course we are. I can’t wait either.
Locking my screen, I place the phone back inside the drawer and turn back to my computer. Tonight is going to be epic.
Taking the files from the cabinet that she asked for in our briefing this morning, I knock on the window of her office. She looks up and calls me in. “Here are the files you wanted.”
“Thanks. Just drop them on the desk, please. I also want all the files for the active accounts so I can go through them for the meeting. I need to send as much information as I can to Terry.”
I nod and watch her carefully. “How’s your mom? I hope she’s well?”
Her brow creases in a frown. “Yeah, why wouldn’t she be?”
“No reason. You just don’t talk about her much.”
She frowns again. “That’s because she’s my mom and my personal life is private…”
“Oh, of course.” I attempt a smile but it comes out more of a sneer. “Well, I better get back to work.”
“If you could. I want to be done by five today so we can get this meeting over and done with as quickly as we can.”
I nod and go back to my own desk. Is it so hard for her to be fucking nice?
We’ll see who’s nice when I’m finished with her.
I’m getting sick and tired of this bitch. I’m not sure how long I can keep this up.
Forty-Eight
