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left for
Maine. A maid would eventually find it.
An early Christmas
bonus for her
.
œ
Our black town car pulled out of the tunnel
around two that afternoon with Leo at the wheel and Max whining by
the gate, eliciting an exasperated look from Sofie.
As we turned onto a busy street, Sofie pointed
to a massive forest on its other side. “That’s Central Park, right
there.”
I’d been too overwhelmed to notice it the night
we arrived. “Wow, it’s so big,” I murmured.
“ Maybe we’ll go one day this week.
Drop us off at Saks, will you?” Sofie instructed Leo.
“ I can’t believe Viggo and Mortimer,
with the money. They’re so nice,” I said.
“ Yes, it would appear that way,
wouldn’t it?” Sofie said through clenched teeth. Then she sighed
loudly and, as if that simple act released a mountain of tension, a
broad smile splashed across her beautiful face and the fire went
out. “Let’s go spend all their hard–earned money.”
The car dropped us off and I followed her into
Saks like a seven–year–old tailing her mother. “Fifth Avenue is the
most expensive street in the world for shopping,” Sofie announced.
And then she transformed into a human wrecking ball, weaving
through the place without caution, casually yanking clothes off the
racks and tossing them at me. “Try these on. And I want to see all
of them,” she demanded, the look in her eyes brooking no argument.
Not that I would argue. I’d gladly play her dress–up doll if that’s
what she wanted.
Two sales ladies descended upon us, eyes alight
with the possibility of large commissions, but froze in their
tracks with one venomous look from Sofie. I guessed she wasn’t in
the mood for help.
With my arms buried under clothes, we headed
back to the fitting room, where I spent the next half an hour
modeling for Sofie.
“ I always dreamed of doing this with
a daughter,” Sofie sighed, helping me with the zipper of a black
evening gown.
“ You still can. You’re
young.”
Sofie laughed sadly. “There was a time when I
dearly longed for two little girls—my dolls.”
It was my first glimpse of Sofie as something
other than my confident and beautiful boss. By briefly sharing such
a personal dream, she became human to me. I desperately needed to
see more. “You still have plenty of time, Sofie.” She smirked but
said nothing. “You just haven’t met the right guy yet,” I
continued, defaulting to the universal explanation all females had
firmly committed to memory by their early tween years.
Sofie’s lips pursed. “I did. The perfect guy.”
She finished with the zipper and turned me to get a
look.
“ What happened?”
“ It didn’t … end well.” She glanced
at my pendant before scooping up a pile of clothes and walking
toward the cash register.
I paid for my purchase with my birthday money,
holding my breath as I counted out and laid thousand dollar bills
on the counter. We stepped out of the store to find Leo waiting
with the car.
“ Let’s drop these bags off in the
car and—” Sofie stopped in mid–sentence, her eyes suddenly scanning
the street, an apprehensive grimace marring her beautiful
face.
“ What’s wrong?”
She didn’t respond, still searching.
“ Sofie?”
“ This way. Lots of shops to hit
still!” she said abruptly, pounding the trunk door twice with her
hand. It popped open in response. She tossed her bags in, then
turned to stalk toward the next retail victim.
Hurricane Sofie whipped through three more posh
stores on a spiteful mission to exhaust every last cent of Viggo
and Mortimer’s money. I noticed her glance out the window several
times with that same cautious gleam in her eye but each time I
asked, she shrugged it off.
“ I really don’t need any more
clothes, Sofie,” I said as we stood in front of the fifth clothing
store, my arms laden with bags. And I meant it. Between what we’d
just purchased and the full closet back at Viggo and Mortimer’s, I
had
Maine. A maid would eventually find it.
An early Christmas
bonus for her
.
œ
Our black town car pulled out of the tunnel
around two that afternoon with Leo at the wheel and Max whining by
the gate, eliciting an exasperated look from Sofie.
As we turned onto a busy street, Sofie pointed
to a massive forest on its other side. “That’s Central Park, right
there.”
I’d been too overwhelmed to notice it the night
we arrived. “Wow, it’s so big,” I murmured.
“ Maybe we’ll go one day this week.
Drop us off at Saks, will you?” Sofie instructed Leo.
“ I can’t believe Viggo and Mortimer,
with the money. They’re so nice,” I said.
“ Yes, it would appear that way,
wouldn’t it?” Sofie said through clenched teeth. Then she sighed
loudly and, as if that simple act released a mountain of tension, a
broad smile splashed across her beautiful face and the fire went
out. “Let’s go spend all their hard–earned money.”
The car dropped us off and I followed her into
Saks like a seven–year–old tailing her mother. “Fifth Avenue is the
most expensive street in the world for shopping,” Sofie announced.
And then she transformed into a human wrecking ball, weaving
through the place without caution, casually yanking clothes off the
racks and tossing them at me. “Try these on. And I want to see all
of them,” she demanded, the look in her eyes brooking no argument.
Not that I would argue. I’d gladly play her dress–up doll if that’s
what she wanted.
Two sales ladies descended upon us, eyes alight
with the possibility of large commissions, but froze in their
tracks with one venomous look from Sofie. I guessed she wasn’t in
the mood for help.
With my arms buried under clothes, we headed
back to the fitting room, where I spent the next half an hour
modeling for Sofie.
“ I always dreamed of doing this with
a daughter,” Sofie sighed, helping me with the zipper of a black
evening gown.
“ You still can. You’re
young.”
Sofie laughed sadly. “There was a time when I
dearly longed for two little girls—my dolls.”
It was my first glimpse of Sofie as something
other than my confident and beautiful boss. By briefly sharing such
a personal dream, she became human to me. I desperately needed to
see more. “You still have plenty of time, Sofie.” She smirked but
said nothing. “You just haven’t met the right guy yet,” I
continued, defaulting to the universal explanation all females had
firmly committed to memory by their early tween years.
Sofie’s lips pursed. “I did. The perfect guy.”
She finished with the zipper and turned me to get a
look.
“ What happened?”
“ It didn’t … end well.” She glanced
at my pendant before scooping up a pile of clothes and walking
toward the cash register.
I paid for my purchase with my birthday money,
holding my breath as I counted out and laid thousand dollar bills
on the counter. We stepped out of the store to find Leo waiting
with the car.
“ Let’s drop these bags off in the
car and—” Sofie stopped in mid–sentence, her eyes suddenly scanning
the street, an apprehensive grimace marring her beautiful
face.
“ What’s wrong?”
She didn’t respond, still searching.
“ Sofie?”
“ This way. Lots of shops to hit
still!” she said abruptly, pounding the trunk door twice with her
hand. It popped open in response. She tossed her bags in, then
turned to stalk toward the next retail victim.
Hurricane Sofie whipped through three more posh
stores on a spiteful mission to exhaust every last cent of Viggo
and Mortimer’s money. I noticed her glance out the window several
times with that same cautious gleam in her eye but each time I
asked, she shrugged it off.
“ I really don’t need any more
clothes, Sofie,” I said as we stood in front of the fifth clothing
store, my arms laden with bags. And I meant it. Between what we’d
just purchased and the full closet back at Viggo and Mortimer’s, I
had
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