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she hadn’t signed the dreadful piece of paper. She had put off signing the document hoping Nick would change his mind. Fat chance. I’ll sign the darn thing after I get off this stupid phone with Ivan the Terrible.
“Good. Bring the document to my office so I can FedEx it to my attorney.”
Nick was determined not to make any of this easy for Summer, he very well could have sent a messenger service to her house to retrieve the document.
Stunned, Summer’s mouth dropped open. Didn’t this fool know there was supposed to be a blizzard later in the afternoon? Although it had not yet started to snow, she didn’t want to take public transportation into Center City. And no way was she going to drive with the threat of a blizzard. The last time she drove in heavy snow her life flashed before her as she slid through a stop sign and nearly collided with a SUV.
“Summer, did you hear me?” Nick snapped, irritated by her silence.
Too afraid to voice her concerns about the impending weather, she didn’t want to fuel his anger by refusing to come to his office.
“Yes, I heard you. I’ll bring it now,” Summer mumbled in defeat.
It’s a good thing she kept an outfit ready to wear at all times. She glanced at the kitchen wall clock and noticed it was eleven forty-five. The weatherman predicted the snow wouldn’t start for another few hours. If she hurried, she could make it back home before it started to come down.
Making her way up the stairs, Summer put on a pair of stylish black denim maternity pants foregoing tights, and a gray cable knit maternity sweater. She didn’t want to put too many clothes on since she’d taken to having annoying hot flashes at the most awkward times. Summer could just hear her mother admonishing her. “Girl you’re gonna catch a cold in your hind-parts going out half naked.”
After she got dressed and fixed her hair, Summer grabbed money from the dresser for carfare as she hurried down the stairs to put on her boots, coat, hat and gloves. As she proceeded to head out the door, she picked up the dreaded document and shoved it into a large leather hobo bag she slung across her shoulder. Concerned with getting back home before the blizzard hit it totally slipped her mind she had not signed the consent.
Coming up out of the subway at Walnut-Locust, wanting to turn back around and go home because the snow was coming down in large flakes covering the ground, Summer was fighting the tears that were threatening to fall. “I knew this was going to happen. Those weather people don’t know what they’re talking about. Later this afternoon, early evening my foot. It has
to be at least three to four inches out here already,” Summer fussed aloud not caring if passing pedestrians thought she was loco.
Maneuvering in the wind and snow was difficult; the brutal wind was biting at her face and fingertips. Summer wanted to put her gloved hands in her pockets to keep warm, but couldn’t, she needed her arms held slightly away from her body to keep her balance. Why can’t I get a stinkin’ hot flash right about now? I… am… freezing!
Summer’s face stung from the cold as she glanced up at the tall building at Eighteenth and Walnut. She signed the visitor’s log and took the elevator up to the twentieth floor. As the doors opened, her heart pounded as she stepped off into the main lobby of Stiles Enterprise. I just want this to be over with.
As Summer approached the receptionist desk, a middle-aged woman greeted her.
“Good afternoon, how may I help you?”
“Umm, I’m here to see Mr. Stiles.”
“What is your name and what company are you with?”
“My name is Summer Jackson and I’m not with a company.”
“Oh, yes, Mr. Stiles is expecting you. If you like you may have a seat while I intercom him.”
As Summer took a seat, she nervously rubbed her fingers up and down the thick leather strap of her handbag. She watched as the receptionist informed Nick she had arrived. As
“Good. Bring the document to my office so I can FedEx it to my attorney.”
Nick was determined not to make any of this easy for Summer, he very well could have sent a messenger service to her house to retrieve the document.
Stunned, Summer’s mouth dropped open. Didn’t this fool know there was supposed to be a blizzard later in the afternoon? Although it had not yet started to snow, she didn’t want to take public transportation into Center City. And no way was she going to drive with the threat of a blizzard. The last time she drove in heavy snow her life flashed before her as she slid through a stop sign and nearly collided with a SUV.
“Summer, did you hear me?” Nick snapped, irritated by her silence.
Too afraid to voice her concerns about the impending weather, she didn’t want to fuel his anger by refusing to come to his office.
“Yes, I heard you. I’ll bring it now,” Summer mumbled in defeat.
It’s a good thing she kept an outfit ready to wear at all times. She glanced at the kitchen wall clock and noticed it was eleven forty-five. The weatherman predicted the snow wouldn’t start for another few hours. If she hurried, she could make it back home before it started to come down.
Making her way up the stairs, Summer put on a pair of stylish black denim maternity pants foregoing tights, and a gray cable knit maternity sweater. She didn’t want to put too many clothes on since she’d taken to having annoying hot flashes at the most awkward times. Summer could just hear her mother admonishing her. “Girl you’re gonna catch a cold in your hind-parts going out half naked.”
After she got dressed and fixed her hair, Summer grabbed money from the dresser for carfare as she hurried down the stairs to put on her boots, coat, hat and gloves. As she proceeded to head out the door, she picked up the dreaded document and shoved it into a large leather hobo bag she slung across her shoulder. Concerned with getting back home before the blizzard hit it totally slipped her mind she had not signed the consent.
Coming up out of the subway at Walnut-Locust, wanting to turn back around and go home because the snow was coming down in large flakes covering the ground, Summer was fighting the tears that were threatening to fall. “I knew this was going to happen. Those weather people don’t know what they’re talking about. Later this afternoon, early evening my foot. It has
to be at least three to four inches out here already,” Summer fussed aloud not caring if passing pedestrians thought she was loco.
Maneuvering in the wind and snow was difficult; the brutal wind was biting at her face and fingertips. Summer wanted to put her gloved hands in her pockets to keep warm, but couldn’t, she needed her arms held slightly away from her body to keep her balance. Why can’t I get a stinkin’ hot flash right about now? I… am… freezing!
Summer’s face stung from the cold as she glanced up at the tall building at Eighteenth and Walnut. She signed the visitor’s log and took the elevator up to the twentieth floor. As the doors opened, her heart pounded as she stepped off into the main lobby of Stiles Enterprise. I just want this to be over with.
As Summer approached the receptionist desk, a middle-aged woman greeted her.
“Good afternoon, how may I help you?”
“Umm, I’m here to see Mr. Stiles.”
“What is your name and what company are you with?”
“My name is Summer Jackson and I’m not with a company.”
“Oh, yes, Mr. Stiles is expecting you. If you like you may have a seat while I intercom him.”
As Summer took a seat, she nervously rubbed her fingers up and down the thick leather strap of her handbag. She watched as the receptionist informed Nick she had arrived. As
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