ignored her; all my attention was on Dunner. He'd betrayed me. "How could you?" I whispered to him.
He shook his head, and reached out to me. "It's not what you think."
I slapped his hand away and stepped back. My hands balled into fists and my body shook like a bowl full of jelly, the delicious raspberry kind. "Not what I think? How could I think anything else? Why don't you two just keep on doing what you were doing and I'll leave you alone."
I stomped off down the hall and past Alicia. She had the biggest grin on her lips, but I had tunnel vision through my tears and she was quickly swept out of my sight. I grabbed my stuff from my cubicle and got into the elevator. Dunner's office door was closed, but I could hear shouting. It sounded like the love-birds were having an argument; must have been pretty bad to get through those soundproof walls. Then the elevator doors shut and took me away from it all.
CHAPTER 7
I drove back to my apartment in time to catch the postman. Actually, I kind of shoved him out of the way as he delivered my mail through the slot. The poor guy probably thought the whole world had moved when I barreled into him and fumbled with the door. I stepped inside, slipped on the mail on the floor and crashed to the ground. I flipped over and stared at the bewildered mailman in the doorway and he stared at me. I crept my leg over and slammed the door shut; I didn't want anybody seeing me like this, a big blubbering mass of sobs and quivering flesh. People can smell the emotionally wounded and flock to gawk at the poor souls.
I flipped over and my hand crunched down on mail. I hoped it was a bill, but just my luck it wasn't anything I'd want to tear up later. Instead it was a postcard from Ms. Finner, and showed one of the local resorts in the mountains above the city. There were the words Wish You Were Here printed at the bottom. I flipped over the card and read the note.
Dear Mitsy, hope you're having fun with the new boss, but don't forget to stop and enjoy life outside the office once in a while! Hope to hear from you soon! Sincerely, Feodora
I had been having fun with the boss, but now I just wanted to get away from him. The words on the front of the postcard caught my attention; maybe I could take her advice and have some fun with an old friend. I glanced at Mr. Perkins atop the couch. "What do you think, old man?" He perked up his head. "You up for a trip to the mountains?" He yawned and laid his head down; I rolled my eyes. "Well, you don't have much of a choice because I don't have anyone to babysit your furry hide."
I tossed some clothes into my hardly-used suitcase, called up the office to tell them I was long overdue for a five-day vacation, and stuffed Perkins into his cat carrier. The hard won battle was one and the cat was hissing in his box when the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and scowled; it was Mr. Dunner. "Go away!" I called through the door.
"Come on, let me in. I just want to talk to you," Dunner pleaded. He had that damn puppy dog look in his eyes and I was forced to retreat from the peephole.
I hefted the case and carrier into my arms, and stuffed the postcard into my pocket. I needed that for the address. "Why don't you go to Allison? I bet she's a great conversationalist with those lips," I shot back.
"Because I don't want her, I want you!" he insisted.
I threw open the door and he smiled at me; I scowled back. "If that's true then you'd better get her lipstick off your collar." He didn't have any on him, but the lie distracted him so I could push past him. "Now leave me alone!" I yelled back as I bravely ran down the hall.
He yelled something at me, but I didn't give him a look back and he didn't follow me to my car. Poor Perkins was tossed with the suitcase into the back and I jumped inside. We were halfway out of the city before my anger broke down and I started crying. Good thing I remembered which resort Ms. Finner was at because I dropped
He shook his head, and reached out to me. "It's not what you think."
I slapped his hand away and stepped back. My hands balled into fists and my body shook like a bowl full of jelly, the delicious raspberry kind. "Not what I think? How could I think anything else? Why don't you two just keep on doing what you were doing and I'll leave you alone."
I stomped off down the hall and past Alicia. She had the biggest grin on her lips, but I had tunnel vision through my tears and she was quickly swept out of my sight. I grabbed my stuff from my cubicle and got into the elevator. Dunner's office door was closed, but I could hear shouting. It sounded like the love-birds were having an argument; must have been pretty bad to get through those soundproof walls. Then the elevator doors shut and took me away from it all.
CHAPTER 7
I drove back to my apartment in time to catch the postman. Actually, I kind of shoved him out of the way as he delivered my mail through the slot. The poor guy probably thought the whole world had moved when I barreled into him and fumbled with the door. I stepped inside, slipped on the mail on the floor and crashed to the ground. I flipped over and stared at the bewildered mailman in the doorway and he stared at me. I crept my leg over and slammed the door shut; I didn't want anybody seeing me like this, a big blubbering mass of sobs and quivering flesh. People can smell the emotionally wounded and flock to gawk at the poor souls.
I flipped over and my hand crunched down on mail. I hoped it was a bill, but just my luck it wasn't anything I'd want to tear up later. Instead it was a postcard from Ms. Finner, and showed one of the local resorts in the mountains above the city. There were the words Wish You Were Here printed at the bottom. I flipped over the card and read the note.
Dear Mitsy, hope you're having fun with the new boss, but don't forget to stop and enjoy life outside the office once in a while! Hope to hear from you soon! Sincerely, Feodora
I had been having fun with the boss, but now I just wanted to get away from him. The words on the front of the postcard caught my attention; maybe I could take her advice and have some fun with an old friend. I glanced at Mr. Perkins atop the couch. "What do you think, old man?" He perked up his head. "You up for a trip to the mountains?" He yawned and laid his head down; I rolled my eyes. "Well, you don't have much of a choice because I don't have anyone to babysit your furry hide."
I tossed some clothes into my hardly-used suitcase, called up the office to tell them I was long overdue for a five-day vacation, and stuffed Perkins into his cat carrier. The hard won battle was one and the cat was hissing in his box when the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and scowled; it was Mr. Dunner. "Go away!" I called through the door.
"Come on, let me in. I just want to talk to you," Dunner pleaded. He had that damn puppy dog look in his eyes and I was forced to retreat from the peephole.
I hefted the case and carrier into my arms, and stuffed the postcard into my pocket. I needed that for the address. "Why don't you go to Allison? I bet she's a great conversationalist with those lips," I shot back.
"Because I don't want her, I want you!" he insisted.
I threw open the door and he smiled at me; I scowled back. "If that's true then you'd better get her lipstick off your collar." He didn't have any on him, but the lie distracted him so I could push past him. "Now leave me alone!" I yelled back as I bravely ran down the hall.
He yelled something at me, but I didn't give him a look back and he didn't follow me to my car. Poor Perkins was tossed with the suitcase into the back and I jumped inside. We were halfway out of the city before my anger broke down and I started crying. Good thing I remembered which resort Ms. Finner was at because I dropped
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