water while listening to the radio and dreaming of how our lives would be.
Dates were expensive. Talking - and parking - was free.
We didn't want to stay in Lakemont. Too small for us and our big dreams. Random could hit it big, but even if it didn't, we would still leave. Sarah wanted to do something with computers; I wanted to do something with books- maybe editing or writing? For being my father's son, I wasn't a dumbass. I got amazing grades. Could easily go into technical writing...
One of the first nights I spent alone here, I went for a walk around the grounds. I could hear spring peepers here, too, and when my gaze flicked across the pool, I remembered those evenings with Sarah and broke down.
No, the pool stays despite being such a bittersweet memory... And despite the fact that I get to stare at that memory through the French doors that exit directly to the pool from my bedroom.
I pull the door from the hallway closed at my back and begin emptying my pockets. When I put my hand on my phone, I do what I always do and check the screen for any missed calls.
One waiting text from Ben Crest.
L and S already looking. Directing them to you.
Sarah
Somehow, I've made it through the weekend. I'm back to work, happy to have something else to put my mind on.
Lucy helps. She's been looking for new apartments in a better neighborhood since Saturday. I sit Monday morning with a stack of material that she apparently had couriered over for me to look through. I'm looking over my assignments for the day while absently flipping through the brochures and flyers.
They're all amazing, the glossy pictures making me wonder why we had to get such a piece of shit to start out with, though logically, I know why. Lucy was living with roommates while she lived in New Jersey and one of them was on the lease, not her. Neither of us have usable credit history- which I happily would have changed with my special skills , but it didn't feel right starting my new life on a credit history lie.
I shuffle through the stack once more on my lunch break, making calls for walkthroughs. I manage to get my lunch extended so I can go on a walkthrough in exchange for working a little overtime. Ms. Patrice Haas, the woman I talk to, is accommodating of my schedule and very solicitous. It's almost creepy. Not once do I get anything short of cheerfully polite.
Which is damned strange in New York City. Even on the cab ride there, the driver won't even look at me, much less crack a smile.
Now that's normal.
I'm sold on the place in seconds. It's huge, gorgeous, and well placed for work for both Lucy and me. It's also bigger than I expected and includes perks I never imagined. And for what we'd be getting, the rent is ridiculously low, which I don't understand at all, but the woman showing me around explains that they're running a special or something. It's a lot of technical rental stuff I don't understand, so I just nod and shake her hand. I sign the Intent to Lease and on my way out the door, I'm on the phone with Lucy.
"I found it! We're moving."
"Found what? Where are we moving?"
"I went to a walkthrough. I'm just leaving. I swear, these guys are on crack with what they're charging for rent for this place. I signed an Intent to Lease."
"Shit, no! Please tell me you didn't!"
"Why?" I nearly cross the street in front of an oncoming car, but some good Samaritan grabs my jacket and hauls me back.
"Thanks," I murmur to the crowd behind me.
"Insanely low rent for a spectacular place has to be a scam, Sare. Did they tell you why it was so low?" I can hear Lucy's hand rubbing her forehead over the phone line.
"They're offering this great deal to celebrate something... It's like a special."
"A special," Lucy mumbles.
"What? What's that tone of voice for?"
"Someone was probably murdered there, Sarah."
I stop in place and people bump into me from behind, shuffling
Dates were expensive. Talking - and parking - was free.
We didn't want to stay in Lakemont. Too small for us and our big dreams. Random could hit it big, but even if it didn't, we would still leave. Sarah wanted to do something with computers; I wanted to do something with books- maybe editing or writing? For being my father's son, I wasn't a dumbass. I got amazing grades. Could easily go into technical writing...
One of the first nights I spent alone here, I went for a walk around the grounds. I could hear spring peepers here, too, and when my gaze flicked across the pool, I remembered those evenings with Sarah and broke down.
No, the pool stays despite being such a bittersweet memory... And despite the fact that I get to stare at that memory through the French doors that exit directly to the pool from my bedroom.
I pull the door from the hallway closed at my back and begin emptying my pockets. When I put my hand on my phone, I do what I always do and check the screen for any missed calls.
One waiting text from Ben Crest.
L and S already looking. Directing them to you.
Sarah
Somehow, I've made it through the weekend. I'm back to work, happy to have something else to put my mind on.
Lucy helps. She's been looking for new apartments in a better neighborhood since Saturday. I sit Monday morning with a stack of material that she apparently had couriered over for me to look through. I'm looking over my assignments for the day while absently flipping through the brochures and flyers.
They're all amazing, the glossy pictures making me wonder why we had to get such a piece of shit to start out with, though logically, I know why. Lucy was living with roommates while she lived in New Jersey and one of them was on the lease, not her. Neither of us have usable credit history- which I happily would have changed with my special skills , but it didn't feel right starting my new life on a credit history lie.
I shuffle through the stack once more on my lunch break, making calls for walkthroughs. I manage to get my lunch extended so I can go on a walkthrough in exchange for working a little overtime. Ms. Patrice Haas, the woman I talk to, is accommodating of my schedule and very solicitous. It's almost creepy. Not once do I get anything short of cheerfully polite.
Which is damned strange in New York City. Even on the cab ride there, the driver won't even look at me, much less crack a smile.
Now that's normal.
I'm sold on the place in seconds. It's huge, gorgeous, and well placed for work for both Lucy and me. It's also bigger than I expected and includes perks I never imagined. And for what we'd be getting, the rent is ridiculously low, which I don't understand at all, but the woman showing me around explains that they're running a special or something. It's a lot of technical rental stuff I don't understand, so I just nod and shake her hand. I sign the Intent to Lease and on my way out the door, I'm on the phone with Lucy.
"I found it! We're moving."
"Found what? Where are we moving?"
"I went to a walkthrough. I'm just leaving. I swear, these guys are on crack with what they're charging for rent for this place. I signed an Intent to Lease."
"Shit, no! Please tell me you didn't!"
"Why?" I nearly cross the street in front of an oncoming car, but some good Samaritan grabs my jacket and hauls me back.
"Thanks," I murmur to the crowd behind me.
"Insanely low rent for a spectacular place has to be a scam, Sare. Did they tell you why it was so low?" I can hear Lucy's hand rubbing her forehead over the phone line.
"They're offering this great deal to celebrate something... It's like a special."
"A special," Lucy mumbles.
"What? What's that tone of voice for?"
"Someone was probably murdered there, Sarah."
I stop in place and people bump into me from behind, shuffling
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