I get to his office tired. My prefect dark ringlet curls dripping wet from the rain. I start to his office not paying attention to the fact that his secretary is trying to stop me.
“Miss Brown,” his secretary is saying, “he is on a conference call right now. If you wait I can let him know you are here.”
“I don’t have time to wait David.”
“Miss Brown,” he shouts at me, but I am already at the door to Joe’s office.
As I walk in, I swallow hard.
“So we are going to build this building in stages,” he looks up and stops what he is saying maybe it is the fact that I am a mess or the expression on my face. “Liah, what’s wrong.”
“I am, I am…” I can’t say the words. My beautiful blue eyed blonde architect boyfriend is standing, waiting for me to tell him why I had been crying and why I am scared and I can’t say anything.
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2012
, Article 1.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2012/iss2/1