at her computer screen. “Must be nice to travel around like that and still hold a job. Fuckin’ guy.”
“Excuse me.” She says, turning away from Benj and running toward the elevator. “I’ll be right back!” She calls out to him, leaving him to answer the phones once again.
She rides the elevator to the 23 rd floor, impatiently waiting for the light to ding.
“Hurry up!” She says as she waits for the heavy metal doors to open.
She squeezes out of the doors before running toward Peter’s assistant’s desk.
“Where is he?” She asks, panting as she looks toward his office.
“He just left, Megan.” The assistant says, flipping through a day planner. “But the car he’s waiting for is coming at 10. So unless it’s early, he should still be downstairs.”
“I just came from downstairs.” She says, exasperated.
“Must have just missed him.” He says, handing her a folded paper. “But he left you this.”
“Yeah, okay, thanks.” She says, opening the folded paper, revealing a very expensive check.
Call me. Good faith money. More when you want it. Please call, Megan. I love you.
“Oh my God.” She whispers turning around and racing for the elevator.
“Hey, Megan!” The assistant yells out to her. “He loves you, ya know!”
She runs past the cafeteria on her pantyhose, her heels in her hands. Megan pushing against the big glass doors of the entrance to her office before walking out into the parking lot.
She looks around for Peter, her heart racing as she feels the time slip away. Finally she spots him. She runs over to him as he opens the door to a long, black limo.
“Peter!” She yells, slowing down, her legs aching as she watches him turn his head.
His blue eyes light up and he begins to run forward toward her.
“Megan.” He whispers, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her hair.
“No. No!” She says, pushing him away. “I don’t want this!” She yells as she waves the check around in the air.
“Take it. It’s okay.” He whispers to her as he grasps her arm, trying to hold it steady.
“I don’t want it!” She says, ripping up the check as tears flow down her face. “How could you just leave without telling me?”
“I don’t want to be her if I can’t have you, Megan.” Peter whispers to her, brushing his fingers against her chin.
“Well, I don’t want your money.” She says, tossing the torn paper at him. She grabs him by the tie and pulls him close. “I want you.”
She pushes her lips against his before wrapping her arms around him, resting her ear on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
“Sir.” A suited driver says from behind them. “I’m sorry, but if we’re going to make it to the airport we need to leave now.”
“No.” Peter whispers to him. “I won’t be going.” He pulls up Megan’s chin, looking into her crystal eyes. “Everything is already right here.”
End.
“Excuse me.” She says, turning away from Benj and running toward the elevator. “I’ll be right back!” She calls out to him, leaving him to answer the phones once again.
She rides the elevator to the 23 rd floor, impatiently waiting for the light to ding.
“Hurry up!” She says as she waits for the heavy metal doors to open.
She squeezes out of the doors before running toward Peter’s assistant’s desk.
“Where is he?” She asks, panting as she looks toward his office.
“He just left, Megan.” The assistant says, flipping through a day planner. “But the car he’s waiting for is coming at 10. So unless it’s early, he should still be downstairs.”
“I just came from downstairs.” She says, exasperated.
“Must have just missed him.” He says, handing her a folded paper. “But he left you this.”
“Yeah, okay, thanks.” She says, opening the folded paper, revealing a very expensive check.
Call me. Good faith money. More when you want it. Please call, Megan. I love you.
“Oh my God.” She whispers turning around and racing for the elevator.
“Hey, Megan!” The assistant yells out to her. “He loves you, ya know!”
She runs past the cafeteria on her pantyhose, her heels in her hands. Megan pushing against the big glass doors of the entrance to her office before walking out into the parking lot.
She looks around for Peter, her heart racing as she feels the time slip away. Finally she spots him. She runs over to him as he opens the door to a long, black limo.
“Peter!” She yells, slowing down, her legs aching as she watches him turn his head.
His blue eyes light up and he begins to run forward toward her.
“Megan.” He whispers, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her hair.
“No. No!” She says, pushing him away. “I don’t want this!” She yells as she waves the check around in the air.
“Take it. It’s okay.” He whispers to her as he grasps her arm, trying to hold it steady.
“I don’t want it!” She says, ripping up the check as tears flow down her face. “How could you just leave without telling me?”
“I don’t want to be her if I can’t have you, Megan.” Peter whispers to her, brushing his fingers against her chin.
“Well, I don’t want your money.” She says, tossing the torn paper at him. She grabs him by the tie and pulls him close. “I want you.”
She pushes her lips against his before wrapping her arms around him, resting her ear on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
“Sir.” A suited driver says from behind them. “I’m sorry, but if we’re going to make it to the airport we need to leave now.”
“No.” Peter whispers to him. “I won’t be going.” He pulls up Megan’s chin, looking into her crystal eyes. “Everything is already right here.”
End.
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