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before he discovered she’d left. He’d come looking for her and she didn’t want to deal with that right now. She stood brushing out her hair in the shabby washroom and met her own miserable gaze. Her eyes were filled with disappointment in herself for not even giving it a try, but when she saw Mason’s drawer filled with memories and the tattoo permanently inked into his skin, fear overtook her thoughts and she did the only thing she could.
She ran.
Luckily Carl had come in ahead of her and received the liquor order, they had unloaded it into her office and Carl was securing the door when she arrived.
“I tried texting you honey, where have you been?”
“It’s a long story Carl, that I don’t wish to get into right now,” Mikala said, wiping sleep from her eyes, “I forgot to charge my phone.”
“Is that the excuse of the day?” Carl asked.
Mikala spun round to face him, anger searing her gaze, “Watch it Carl, I’m not in the mood to spar with you.”
“He’s called here at least five times,” Carl broadcast, grabbing the broom from behind the bar.
“Who,” Mikala asked, watching as Carl poked a hole in the ceiling above the bar and water streamed to the floor.
“You know exactly who, he’s sick worried because you disappeared.” Carl poked another hole and jumped back, “Where are you staying Mik? At least one of us should know just in case.”
“Just in case?” she laughed, “I’m staying at Edgehill, just in case you need know. But you keep your fucking mouth shut,” she cautioned, pointing her finger in his face for good measure.
“Honey, you couldn’t find a shittier place to stay? The roaches rule the place, you know this right?” he squirmed.
“It’s clean and affordable,” she said.
“It’s a dive, come stay with me.” Carl offered.
“You live in a one room bachelor,”
“It’s cozy, with all the amenities.”
“Thanks for the offer babe, but I’m good,” she said, as he raised a skeptical brow. “Really, I’m okay.”
Mikala went to her office gathering up paperwork she needed to deal with immediately. There were orders to cancel as well as appointments to reschedule, and a list of clientele she needed to contact in regards to upcoming bookings. It was going to be a day spent with a phone tucked under her chin and countless disappointed voices she had to listen to, but it had to be done and being the owner put the entire weight on her shoulders.
“And what do I tell Mr. I’ll-squish-you-like-a-grape when he asks me where you are?” Carl asked, pulling a large garbage can over to the bar and filling it with sopping wet bar towels and paper napkins, “I don’t have a death wish and I’m sure as fuck not lying to the guy.”
“Let’s try to remember who signs your paychecks,” Mikala joked. “Say whatever you have to but the name Edgehill better not cross your lips.”
“I thought you’d be happy to see Mason again,” Carl said, as he watched her stuff paperwork haphazardly into her briefcase, “I take it paradise is lost?”
“Carl, pull your head out of your ass,” Mikala snarled. “Paradise doesn’t exist, never did. I don’t live in a fantasy world, reality is all I know and at the moment it’s fucking ugly.”
Carl laughed, “Such bitterness wrapped in a beautiful package.”
“Fuck off Carl,” Mikala said, throwing her purse over her shoulder walking to the door, “call me on my cell if you need me.”
“Mik, at least send him a text to let him know you’re alright!” Carl yelled, as she walked out the door and the bar’s phone started ringing.
Caller ID was a wonderful invention, too bad the bar’s phone didn’t have it as Carl walked over and lifted the receiver. “Pulse,”
“Hey Carl, its Mason, is she there?” Mason asked.
Carl looked to the sky as he puffed out the breath he was holding. “Been and gone, sorry.”
“Let me guess,” Mason asked. “You know where she is but she threatened you with
She ran.
Luckily Carl had come in ahead of her and received the liquor order, they had unloaded it into her office and Carl was securing the door when she arrived.
“I tried texting you honey, where have you been?”
“It’s a long story Carl, that I don’t wish to get into right now,” Mikala said, wiping sleep from her eyes, “I forgot to charge my phone.”
“Is that the excuse of the day?” Carl asked.
Mikala spun round to face him, anger searing her gaze, “Watch it Carl, I’m not in the mood to spar with you.”
“He’s called here at least five times,” Carl broadcast, grabbing the broom from behind the bar.
“Who,” Mikala asked, watching as Carl poked a hole in the ceiling above the bar and water streamed to the floor.
“You know exactly who, he’s sick worried because you disappeared.” Carl poked another hole and jumped back, “Where are you staying Mik? At least one of us should know just in case.”
“Just in case?” she laughed, “I’m staying at Edgehill, just in case you need know. But you keep your fucking mouth shut,” she cautioned, pointing her finger in his face for good measure.
“Honey, you couldn’t find a shittier place to stay? The roaches rule the place, you know this right?” he squirmed.
“It’s clean and affordable,” she said.
“It’s a dive, come stay with me.” Carl offered.
“You live in a one room bachelor,”
“It’s cozy, with all the amenities.”
“Thanks for the offer babe, but I’m good,” she said, as he raised a skeptical brow. “Really, I’m okay.”
Mikala went to her office gathering up paperwork she needed to deal with immediately. There were orders to cancel as well as appointments to reschedule, and a list of clientele she needed to contact in regards to upcoming bookings. It was going to be a day spent with a phone tucked under her chin and countless disappointed voices she had to listen to, but it had to be done and being the owner put the entire weight on her shoulders.
“And what do I tell Mr. I’ll-squish-you-like-a-grape when he asks me where you are?” Carl asked, pulling a large garbage can over to the bar and filling it with sopping wet bar towels and paper napkins, “I don’t have a death wish and I’m sure as fuck not lying to the guy.”
“Let’s try to remember who signs your paychecks,” Mikala joked. “Say whatever you have to but the name Edgehill better not cross your lips.”
“I thought you’d be happy to see Mason again,” Carl said, as he watched her stuff paperwork haphazardly into her briefcase, “I take it paradise is lost?”
“Carl, pull your head out of your ass,” Mikala snarled. “Paradise doesn’t exist, never did. I don’t live in a fantasy world, reality is all I know and at the moment it’s fucking ugly.”
Carl laughed, “Such bitterness wrapped in a beautiful package.”
“Fuck off Carl,” Mikala said, throwing her purse over her shoulder walking to the door, “call me on my cell if you need me.”
“Mik, at least send him a text to let him know you’re alright!” Carl yelled, as she walked out the door and the bar’s phone started ringing.
Caller ID was a wonderful invention, too bad the bar’s phone didn’t have it as Carl walked over and lifted the receiver. “Pulse,”
“Hey Carl, its Mason, is she there?” Mason asked.
Carl looked to the sky as he puffed out the breath he was holding. “Been and gone, sorry.”
“Let me guess,” Mason asked. “You know where she is but she threatened you with
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