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available. At the end of the day, I walk back to Mr. Connors office, knock. When no one answers, I leave my payroll evaluation papers and timecard in his inbox, outside his door, along with a Thank You letter for allowing me the opportunity to be a part of his company. Tomorrow is my last day. Yay!
At 3:45, I straighten my desk, then daydream out the window of Moore, waiting for 4 o'clock sharp. The plan tonight to see him is simple. I will listen at my door for him to leave and I will go down to my car with him. I hope he made it home … safe.…alone. I check the time again, impatient for the day to be over.
Suddenly, TD comes out of his office in a full blown panic. He is truly upset. I jump and put my hand to my heart. "TD, you scared me! What's wrong? Is it Mandy?"
He doesn't hear me. He rants as he paces back and forth. "God dammit! Rachael. You Bitch! You can't cancel now! There isn't enough time to find someone else! God dammit!" He puts his fingers in his mouth and chews his manicured finger nails, then starts pacing again. "I finally get an invitation to the cocktail party tomorrow night and you dump me the day before? Fuckin' cunt, some friend you are! That's just like you, leaving me high and dry!" He runs his fingers through his hair. "What am I going to do?" I listen as he blows off steam talking about how he needs this invitation to be included in their circle of friends. The local big money boys. Then he turns on his heel, walks over to my desk, puts both hands on it, and leans toward me. "What are you doing tomorrow night, Siri? Would you consider going with me?"
"No." I answer automatically. He throws his hands up, spins around and starts pacing again. He turns to me and begs. "PLEASE! I'm desperate here! I have to have a date. I can't go alone and I don't know anyone else in this fucking hell hole! Please!" He gets down on his knees, crawling to me. "Pretty please! With sugar on top and all that shit girls want to hear." When he reaches me, he tries to take my hand.
I pull it away and wave him off, laughing at him. "Get up! Someone will see you and get the wrong idea."
His eyes light up. "If you don't say you'll go, I'm going to run to the back offices and tell everyone we fucked up here on your desk."
"Ha! I don't give a shit what any of them think of me." He looks like he is going to cry. His bottom lip starts to tremble as he looks away completely dejected.
My gut screams "NO" when I make my decision, but I hate to see a grown man cry. I hate to see anyone cry. "I will go as your colleague."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" He rushes towards me.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there." I throw my hands up to block him.
He stops his advance, but reaches for my hand, trying to kiss it. I wave him away. "Don't kiss up, TD! It's not manly."
He turns around, puts his hands under his hair, fluffs it, then runs his fingers through it to settle down the fly aways and regain his composure.
"But… and this is a BIG but! Are you listening?"
He looks at me. "Yes. I'm listening. But?"
"BUT this is NOT a date. I'm only a stand in for the girl who cancelled. I am not a friend. I am a colleague, doing another colleague a favor. That's all! This is NOT a date. AND.…"
"NOT a date. No problem. Got it! And?"
"I have one rule."
"Ok. I can handle a rule. What is it?"
"Rule #1: No touching!"
He laughs. "Really? NO touching? I thought you were going to say I can't drink and drive."
"No touching! None, nix, nada, null, zero on the touching."
"Deal." He sticks his hand out for me to shake.
I raise my eyebrows. "Really? Did you think I would fall for that? No touching means NO touching."
He smiles down at me with a crooked smile that looks like Charlie's playboy smile. "But my name is TD. That stands for Touch Down, Baby. Women can't resist my charms. I always score!"
I smile sweetly up at him with complete confidence. "Your name is Thomas David. And I'll be your first rejection. Don't be a
At 3:45, I straighten my desk, then daydream out the window of Moore, waiting for 4 o'clock sharp. The plan tonight to see him is simple. I will listen at my door for him to leave and I will go down to my car with him. I hope he made it home … safe.…alone. I check the time again, impatient for the day to be over.
Suddenly, TD comes out of his office in a full blown panic. He is truly upset. I jump and put my hand to my heart. "TD, you scared me! What's wrong? Is it Mandy?"
He doesn't hear me. He rants as he paces back and forth. "God dammit! Rachael. You Bitch! You can't cancel now! There isn't enough time to find someone else! God dammit!" He puts his fingers in his mouth and chews his manicured finger nails, then starts pacing again. "I finally get an invitation to the cocktail party tomorrow night and you dump me the day before? Fuckin' cunt, some friend you are! That's just like you, leaving me high and dry!" He runs his fingers through his hair. "What am I going to do?" I listen as he blows off steam talking about how he needs this invitation to be included in their circle of friends. The local big money boys. Then he turns on his heel, walks over to my desk, puts both hands on it, and leans toward me. "What are you doing tomorrow night, Siri? Would you consider going with me?"
"No." I answer automatically. He throws his hands up, spins around and starts pacing again. He turns to me and begs. "PLEASE! I'm desperate here! I have to have a date. I can't go alone and I don't know anyone else in this fucking hell hole! Please!" He gets down on his knees, crawling to me. "Pretty please! With sugar on top and all that shit girls want to hear." When he reaches me, he tries to take my hand.
I pull it away and wave him off, laughing at him. "Get up! Someone will see you and get the wrong idea."
His eyes light up. "If you don't say you'll go, I'm going to run to the back offices and tell everyone we fucked up here on your desk."
"Ha! I don't give a shit what any of them think of me." He looks like he is going to cry. His bottom lip starts to tremble as he looks away completely dejected.
My gut screams "NO" when I make my decision, but I hate to see a grown man cry. I hate to see anyone cry. "I will go as your colleague."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" He rushes towards me.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there." I throw my hands up to block him.
He stops his advance, but reaches for my hand, trying to kiss it. I wave him away. "Don't kiss up, TD! It's not manly."
He turns around, puts his hands under his hair, fluffs it, then runs his fingers through it to settle down the fly aways and regain his composure.
"But… and this is a BIG but! Are you listening?"
He looks at me. "Yes. I'm listening. But?"
"BUT this is NOT a date. I'm only a stand in for the girl who cancelled. I am not a friend. I am a colleague, doing another colleague a favor. That's all! This is NOT a date. AND.…"
"NOT a date. No problem. Got it! And?"
"I have one rule."
"Ok. I can handle a rule. What is it?"
"Rule #1: No touching!"
He laughs. "Really? NO touching? I thought you were going to say I can't drink and drive."
"No touching! None, nix, nada, null, zero on the touching."
"Deal." He sticks his hand out for me to shake.
I raise my eyebrows. "Really? Did you think I would fall for that? No touching means NO touching."
He smiles down at me with a crooked smile that looks like Charlie's playboy smile. "But my name is TD. That stands for Touch Down, Baby. Women can't resist my charms. I always score!"
I smile sweetly up at him with complete confidence. "Your name is Thomas David. And I'll be your first rejection. Don't be a
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