in her hand.
“ Hi,” Susan said, she strolled in. Marcella paused when she noticed the diamond studs that belonged to her sparkling on her best friend’s lobes. Susan loved to accessorize. The problem was she did most of it in Marcella’s closet.
“ What’s wrong?” Susan asked.
“ Read it!” Marcella forced the letter on her. She put a hand to her forehead, and paced in front of Susan with her nostrils flared. “He doesn’t want to meet? Everything has finally come together and he sends me a form letter from his office? We need this discovery to re-establish our credibility.”
“ Marcella…”
“ Where’s his number dammit.” She hurried over to her Rolodex where she kept her phone numbers. Susan and Garrett chastised her repeatedly to step into the times and get an iPhone or iPad to track these details, but Marcella preferred her paper deck of cards. “A meeting with me is customary. He dismissed us. I thought the man had more depth than this. He’ll probably sell-out to the highest bidder. Damn him. I won’t give up that easily.”
“ Hey! Calm down. The man may not have even been told about your request. We just got to do it more personally.” Susan grabbed her arm. “Are you okay? What’s really got you all worked up today?”
“ Did you read the damn letter?”
“ That’s not what’s bothering you. You’ve been uptight and grumpy all weekend. Now look at you, spitting mad. We knew this would happen. Archaeologists are temperamental.”
Susan once again proved to be the voice of reason. She couldn’t deny her nerves were frayed.
“ I’ll figure it out, never mind.” She mumbled. Marcella grabbed the back of her office chair and turned it to plop down in the seat.
“ Must be menstrual, this attitude of yours.” Susan said.
Marcella had to laugh. “You are such a chauvinist.”
“ Realist, honey. I get cramps and I’m munching on candy. You? You get all bitchy. Hormones. Besides, our cycles seem to come on at the same time.”
“ Spare me!” Marcella shook her head.
“ Okay so out with it. Why the sour face? I know I’ve been in and out this weekend, because I met this guy, and he well, he was great until I finally gave him some last night. It was pathetic girl.”
“ I thought we were talking about me,” Marcella frowned.
Susan snickered. “Oh yeah, what’s your problem?”
“ Remember when you were supposed to go shopping with me and you blew it off for that date? You also stuck me with a bunch of salmon and wine, I had to drink alone since you didn’t show up for movie night.”
“ Oh sweetheart I’m sorry. I forgot all about our movie night. You should have called me girl.”
“ No, something happened.” Marcella leaned forward, picking up her pen. She drummed it over the letter from Katchner. Anger consumed her but she remained unsure as to why. She didn’t know Diego. It pissed her off that their brief encounter had stirred something in her she pretended she didn’t need. The asshole.
Susan sat on the edge of the desk and crossed her legs. “Talk to Dr. S. What happened? And why am I just hearing it today?”
“ You’ve been out, remember? Besides, I don’t know. It hasn’t been to the front of my mind. Or at least I wasn’t trying to dwell on it I guess.”
“ What! Tell me.”
Marcella released a burdened sigh. “I met someone. Remember El Jay’s a month ago. The man I bumped into when we were leaving?”
“ Vaguely.”
“ We had lunch and he turned out to be a jerk. A real jerk this one, all charm but no tact. I’m a jerk magnet. So sick of being a jerk magnet.”
“ Marcella, sweetie, I’m confused. I’m your best friend. You’re dating again? You should have told me. Let me screen him.”
“ Not dating. I went on a date. No, technically we just had lunch so not really a date. He was a jerk. Keep up
“ Hi,” Susan said, she strolled in. Marcella paused when she noticed the diamond studs that belonged to her sparkling on her best friend’s lobes. Susan loved to accessorize. The problem was she did most of it in Marcella’s closet.
“ What’s wrong?” Susan asked.
“ Read it!” Marcella forced the letter on her. She put a hand to her forehead, and paced in front of Susan with her nostrils flared. “He doesn’t want to meet? Everything has finally come together and he sends me a form letter from his office? We need this discovery to re-establish our credibility.”
“ Marcella…”
“ Where’s his number dammit.” She hurried over to her Rolodex where she kept her phone numbers. Susan and Garrett chastised her repeatedly to step into the times and get an iPhone or iPad to track these details, but Marcella preferred her paper deck of cards. “A meeting with me is customary. He dismissed us. I thought the man had more depth than this. He’ll probably sell-out to the highest bidder. Damn him. I won’t give up that easily.”
“ Hey! Calm down. The man may not have even been told about your request. We just got to do it more personally.” Susan grabbed her arm. “Are you okay? What’s really got you all worked up today?”
“ Did you read the damn letter?”
“ That’s not what’s bothering you. You’ve been uptight and grumpy all weekend. Now look at you, spitting mad. We knew this would happen. Archaeologists are temperamental.”
Susan once again proved to be the voice of reason. She couldn’t deny her nerves were frayed.
“ I’ll figure it out, never mind.” She mumbled. Marcella grabbed the back of her office chair and turned it to plop down in the seat.
“ Must be menstrual, this attitude of yours.” Susan said.
Marcella had to laugh. “You are such a chauvinist.”
“ Realist, honey. I get cramps and I’m munching on candy. You? You get all bitchy. Hormones. Besides, our cycles seem to come on at the same time.”
“ Spare me!” Marcella shook her head.
“ Okay so out with it. Why the sour face? I know I’ve been in and out this weekend, because I met this guy, and he well, he was great until I finally gave him some last night. It was pathetic girl.”
“ I thought we were talking about me,” Marcella frowned.
Susan snickered. “Oh yeah, what’s your problem?”
“ Remember when you were supposed to go shopping with me and you blew it off for that date? You also stuck me with a bunch of salmon and wine, I had to drink alone since you didn’t show up for movie night.”
“ Oh sweetheart I’m sorry. I forgot all about our movie night. You should have called me girl.”
“ No, something happened.” Marcella leaned forward, picking up her pen. She drummed it over the letter from Katchner. Anger consumed her but she remained unsure as to why. She didn’t know Diego. It pissed her off that their brief encounter had stirred something in her she pretended she didn’t need. The asshole.
Susan sat on the edge of the desk and crossed her legs. “Talk to Dr. S. What happened? And why am I just hearing it today?”
“ You’ve been out, remember? Besides, I don’t know. It hasn’t been to the front of my mind. Or at least I wasn’t trying to dwell on it I guess.”
“ What! Tell me.”
Marcella released a burdened sigh. “I met someone. Remember El Jay’s a month ago. The man I bumped into when we were leaving?”
“ Vaguely.”
“ We had lunch and he turned out to be a jerk. A real jerk this one, all charm but no tact. I’m a jerk magnet. So sick of being a jerk magnet.”
“ Marcella, sweetie, I’m confused. I’m your best friend. You’re dating again? You should have told me. Let me screen him.”
“ Not dating. I went on a date. No, technically we just had lunch so not really a date. He was a jerk. Keep up
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