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speaker. “Mr. Whitman is on the phone for you.”
“Thank you Jessica, I’ll take it.”
He turned to Lia. “I told you it was gonna be a busy morning so try and keep quiet please,” he told her. “But don’t you dare leave this floor.”
“Okay, I won’t,” she promised then made herself comfy on the sofa next to his desk and picked up a magazine from the coffee table in front of it and began to fumble through the pages.
Randle answered his call and she unconsciously tried to listen to all his business as he took one phone call after the other and she tried to read her book all at the same time.
Finally after a couple of hours she made her way out of his office and spent almost the rest of the entire afternoon behind the receptionist desk chatting with Jessica and being nosy as she found herself going through Randle’s appointment book to see who was coming in next.
Sitting in his office listening to all his clients come and go just to discuss their wills and estate planning, real estate purchases and wanting to know what their chances were to sue someone because they slipped and fell in a puddle of water had gotten old and hard to bare.
No wonder Randle would rather be home frolicking in the pool with me instead she thought at last. This stuff can get real absurd quick.
Finally it neared 5 o’clock. She returned to his office after his last client had gone and perched herself comfortably up on the side of his desk. Misty made her way into the room now.
She stood a little shyly in front of his desk. “Are you finished with me today Mr. Malcolm?” she asked acting a little fidgety.
Lia didn’t like the way she was acting but sat quietly and watched and listened.
“Yes you can go. And thank you,” he replied without ever looking up at her.
“See you tomorrow then,” she responded almost seeming embarrassed about something, a slight tone of redness appearing on her cheeks. She glanced quickly in Lia’s direction then hurried from the room as if she couldn’t get out fast enough.
Lia had sat there and looked from one to the other as they spoke and thought that both their behavior was rather peculiar and then watched as Misty made her way out the door and closed it behind her. Then she had a sudden surprised look about her face as if an idea had suddenly hit her and her body did a little jerk as she turned to face Randle.
He glanced up to meet her gaze after the sudden change of expression.
“What?” he asked.
“Randle are you banging that girl?” she asked with utmost sincerity.
Randle quickly snapped his brief case closed and spun the locks then he yanked it from the desk as he stood up. “What the hell’s wrong with you talking like that?”
“Nothing. I mean it, are you sleeping with her?” she continued prodding as she rose from the desk and began to follow him.
“Why would you ask me such a stupid question?” he nearly protested. He rounded to the front of the desk in a hurried pace never looking back knowing she would be right behind him.
“You are aren’t you? That’s why she was acting so funny about me being here from the start this morning. She’s ashamed of herself!” she then proclaimed.
“Princess, you have a vivid imagination you know that?” he tried to joke now.
Lia didn’t believe him. She knew full well it was true and had a sudden feeling of anger and jealousy. But why should I care? she wondered to herself as they made their way down the elevator and to the car, her eyes looking up at him with disbelief almost the entire time.
Randle felt her constant stare but dared not to look back at her.
Neither of them brought up the subject again as they drove home but the ride was tense. It was nearing dinner time and Lia didn’t want to spoil the rest of the day with an argument. She was however trying now to figure out why it bothered her so much to think about Randle being with another woman or even women.
“Thank you Jessica, I’ll take it.”
He turned to Lia. “I told you it was gonna be a busy morning so try and keep quiet please,” he told her. “But don’t you dare leave this floor.”
“Okay, I won’t,” she promised then made herself comfy on the sofa next to his desk and picked up a magazine from the coffee table in front of it and began to fumble through the pages.
Randle answered his call and she unconsciously tried to listen to all his business as he took one phone call after the other and she tried to read her book all at the same time.
Finally after a couple of hours she made her way out of his office and spent almost the rest of the entire afternoon behind the receptionist desk chatting with Jessica and being nosy as she found herself going through Randle’s appointment book to see who was coming in next.
Sitting in his office listening to all his clients come and go just to discuss their wills and estate planning, real estate purchases and wanting to know what their chances were to sue someone because they slipped and fell in a puddle of water had gotten old and hard to bare.
No wonder Randle would rather be home frolicking in the pool with me instead she thought at last. This stuff can get real absurd quick.
Finally it neared 5 o’clock. She returned to his office after his last client had gone and perched herself comfortably up on the side of his desk. Misty made her way into the room now.
She stood a little shyly in front of his desk. “Are you finished with me today Mr. Malcolm?” she asked acting a little fidgety.
Lia didn’t like the way she was acting but sat quietly and watched and listened.
“Yes you can go. And thank you,” he replied without ever looking up at her.
“See you tomorrow then,” she responded almost seeming embarrassed about something, a slight tone of redness appearing on her cheeks. She glanced quickly in Lia’s direction then hurried from the room as if she couldn’t get out fast enough.
Lia had sat there and looked from one to the other as they spoke and thought that both their behavior was rather peculiar and then watched as Misty made her way out the door and closed it behind her. Then she had a sudden surprised look about her face as if an idea had suddenly hit her and her body did a little jerk as she turned to face Randle.
He glanced up to meet her gaze after the sudden change of expression.
“What?” he asked.
“Randle are you banging that girl?” she asked with utmost sincerity.
Randle quickly snapped his brief case closed and spun the locks then he yanked it from the desk as he stood up. “What the hell’s wrong with you talking like that?”
“Nothing. I mean it, are you sleeping with her?” she continued prodding as she rose from the desk and began to follow him.
“Why would you ask me such a stupid question?” he nearly protested. He rounded to the front of the desk in a hurried pace never looking back knowing she would be right behind him.
“You are aren’t you? That’s why she was acting so funny about me being here from the start this morning. She’s ashamed of herself!” she then proclaimed.
“Princess, you have a vivid imagination you know that?” he tried to joke now.
Lia didn’t believe him. She knew full well it was true and had a sudden feeling of anger and jealousy. But why should I care? she wondered to herself as they made their way down the elevator and to the car, her eyes looking up at him with disbelief almost the entire time.
Randle felt her constant stare but dared not to look back at her.
Neither of them brought up the subject again as they drove home but the ride was tense. It was nearing dinner time and Lia didn’t want to spoil the rest of the day with an argument. She was however trying now to figure out why it bothered her so much to think about Randle being with another woman or even women.
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