it’s only that, your opinion. We’ll talk about this later, I have to get ready. Love you, sister!”
I quickly throw on a pair of black slacks and pair it with my favorite emerald scoop neck top with three-quarter length sleeves. I search my jewelry box for my purple chunky necklace with no luck. After stepping into my purple kitten heels, I grab my purse and make a bee-line for Phoebe’s room. When I can’t find my things, they are usually in her room. I find my necklace lying on top of her dresser and head for the bathroom to make something of this hair. Upon closer inspection, I find my hair isn’t as bad as I thought. I pull a comb through it and pile it on top of my head, throw some mascara and eye-liner on and smear some lip-gloss on my lips. I check my watch to find it has only been ten minutes. I’m impressed, that has to be some type of record.
I’m out the door and running down the stairs at a quick pace. Traffic this time of day is awful, so I need to get on the road to ensure I will make it to the café on time. My mind is racing as I have never had to mentally prepare for an interview so quickly. I know my position backward and forward but each company is different and I’ve been in a James mindset. I need to remember the basics, not the James over achievement I’m use to.
Excitement begins coursing through me. Even though I promised it wouldn’t happen, my hopes are elevated after speaking with Logan. I know he said he wasn’t promising anything but I’m confident I can make him believe in me. As much as I loved James, working with Logan, who is around my age with about the same ideas, is exciting. For the second time in three weeks, I’m going after my dream job.
I jump in the car and just as I am starting it, I notice a piece of paper on my windshield. I quickly scan the lot but I don’t see anyone. Sub-consciously, I check the back seat as my father’s voice is in the back of my head telling Phoebe and me to always check it before going anywhere alone. I was so hyped up that I didn’t think about it this time.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I whisper to myself.
I look back to the piece of paper and it’s staring a hole through me. I’ve never had trouble with anyone in the apartments so I don’t know why I am so apprehensive about getting out and grabbing the damn paper. I guess if I am telling the truth, it isn’t my neighbors I am worried about, it’s what’s in the note that has me worried. After deciding to get it over with, I get out and grab the paper which is being held prisoner by the wiper.
With shaky fingers, I unfold the note. My mind is racing as the last note I received wasn’t very delightful. I close my eyes and try to calm my nerves before I read what’s inside.
“ Meet me by the dock at 7 PM. Clothes are optional.”
Chills run through my body as I stare at the note wondering why he left it. And when he left it? Why would he leave a note on my car and not come up to the apartment? Obviously, it’s from Fent but for the life of me, I can’t seem to figure out why he would leave it for me after what he has put me through. I stuff it in my purse, deciding I don’t have time to worry about it now.
I try not to think of anything but what I am going to discuss with Logan. I need to be focused and if I am thinking of Fenton, I won’t be. I pull into the museum lot ten minutes early and decide to walk along the canal that flows behind the museum. I use to watch everyone walk up and down this beautiful canal everyday from my office but have never had the chance myself. Usually, when I’ve been here for a meeting, I’m in and out quickly, having no time to appreciate the view.
As soon as I make it to the bottom of the tall, cement, stair case, I see why this place is always full of people. The canal winds around downtown. It’s lined with sidewalks on either side, benches to sit, people to watch and paddle boats for fun. One of the boats float by with the couple
I quickly throw on a pair of black slacks and pair it with my favorite emerald scoop neck top with three-quarter length sleeves. I search my jewelry box for my purple chunky necklace with no luck. After stepping into my purple kitten heels, I grab my purse and make a bee-line for Phoebe’s room. When I can’t find my things, they are usually in her room. I find my necklace lying on top of her dresser and head for the bathroom to make something of this hair. Upon closer inspection, I find my hair isn’t as bad as I thought. I pull a comb through it and pile it on top of my head, throw some mascara and eye-liner on and smear some lip-gloss on my lips. I check my watch to find it has only been ten minutes. I’m impressed, that has to be some type of record.
I’m out the door and running down the stairs at a quick pace. Traffic this time of day is awful, so I need to get on the road to ensure I will make it to the café on time. My mind is racing as I have never had to mentally prepare for an interview so quickly. I know my position backward and forward but each company is different and I’ve been in a James mindset. I need to remember the basics, not the James over achievement I’m use to.
Excitement begins coursing through me. Even though I promised it wouldn’t happen, my hopes are elevated after speaking with Logan. I know he said he wasn’t promising anything but I’m confident I can make him believe in me. As much as I loved James, working with Logan, who is around my age with about the same ideas, is exciting. For the second time in three weeks, I’m going after my dream job.
I jump in the car and just as I am starting it, I notice a piece of paper on my windshield. I quickly scan the lot but I don’t see anyone. Sub-consciously, I check the back seat as my father’s voice is in the back of my head telling Phoebe and me to always check it before going anywhere alone. I was so hyped up that I didn’t think about it this time.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I whisper to myself.
I look back to the piece of paper and it’s staring a hole through me. I’ve never had trouble with anyone in the apartments so I don’t know why I am so apprehensive about getting out and grabbing the damn paper. I guess if I am telling the truth, it isn’t my neighbors I am worried about, it’s what’s in the note that has me worried. After deciding to get it over with, I get out and grab the paper which is being held prisoner by the wiper.
With shaky fingers, I unfold the note. My mind is racing as the last note I received wasn’t very delightful. I close my eyes and try to calm my nerves before I read what’s inside.
“ Meet me by the dock at 7 PM. Clothes are optional.”
Chills run through my body as I stare at the note wondering why he left it. And when he left it? Why would he leave a note on my car and not come up to the apartment? Obviously, it’s from Fent but for the life of me, I can’t seem to figure out why he would leave it for me after what he has put me through. I stuff it in my purse, deciding I don’t have time to worry about it now.
I try not to think of anything but what I am going to discuss with Logan. I need to be focused and if I am thinking of Fenton, I won’t be. I pull into the museum lot ten minutes early and decide to walk along the canal that flows behind the museum. I use to watch everyone walk up and down this beautiful canal everyday from my office but have never had the chance myself. Usually, when I’ve been here for a meeting, I’m in and out quickly, having no time to appreciate the view.
As soon as I make it to the bottom of the tall, cement, stair case, I see why this place is always full of people. The canal winds around downtown. It’s lined with sidewalks on either side, benches to sit, people to watch and paddle boats for fun. One of the boats float by with the couple
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