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SEPTEMBER 2
"What an asshole," she fumed.
My glass jumped as her fist slammed down on the glass table. The sunglasses hiding her reddened eyes slipped down the ridge of her nose.
"It wasn't just him, Jules, it was all of them. They all had their fingers in this," I responded blankly. "Things aren't looking too good either."
She turned her head away from me, burying her chin into her shoulder.
"I don't think we're going to get it back," I continued, trying to regain her attention. "The law just isn't on our side."
I took my hand off the edge of the table and reached out to comfort her. She pushed her chair back and stood. The sound of her heels pacing back and forth the only response.
"But I hav--," the only words I could get out before she turned and cut me off.
"I can't."
The words crawled through her tightly pressed lips.
"Whatever you have planned, I just can't. I don't want to go through all this again."
I rose and placed my hands on her shoulders.
"It won't happen again, Jules. There'll be no one hiding behind the curtain trying to hamstring us."
She slipped from my grasp and turned to the door. The long days had taken their toll on her will.
"I'll be at home."
The wind from the swiftly opened door raced through my hair. I watched as she disappeared amongst the town of cubicles. I would have to go this alone.
My thoughts were interrupted by the vibration in my right pocket. I grabbed the phone and cradled it gently against my ear.
"Hello."
The messenger brought good news. After months in the dark, I could feel the sun beating against the horizon. I reached down into my briefcase for a pen and knocked the top few pieces to the side.
The sensation as I moved the files back in place ran through my body.
I know what is coming in the next few days. The only thing remaining is preparation.
"What an asshole," she fumed.
My glass jumped as her fist slammed down on the glass table. The sunglasses hiding her reddened eyes slipped down the ridge of her nose.
"It wasn't just him, Jules, it was all of them. They all had their fingers in this," I responded blankly. "Things aren't looking too good either."
She turned her head away from me, burying her chin into her shoulder.
"I don't think we're going to get it back," I continued, trying to regain her attention. "The law just isn't on our side."
I took my hand off the edge of the table and reached out to comfort her. She pushed her chair back and stood. The sound of her heels pacing back and forth the only response.
"But I hav--," the only words I could get out before she turned and cut me off.
"I can't."
The words crawled through her tightly pressed lips.
"Whatever you have planned, I just can't. I don't want to go through all this again."
I rose and placed my hands on her shoulders.
"It won't happen again, Jules. There'll be no one hiding behind the curtain trying to hamstring us."
She slipped from my grasp and turned to the door. The long days had taken their toll on her will.
"I'll be at home."
The wind from the swiftly opened door raced through my hair. I watched as she disappeared amongst the town of cubicles. I would have to go this alone.
My thoughts were interrupted by the vibration in my right pocket. I grabbed the phone and cradled it gently against my ear.
"Hello."
The messenger brought good news. After months in the dark, I could feel the sun beating against the horizon. I reached down into my briefcase for a pen and knocked the top few pieces to the side.
The sensation as I moved the files back in place ran through my body.
I know what is coming in the next few days. The only thing remaining is preparation.
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