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The familiar chimes of a cell phone powering down filled my empty office. Great, that’s all I need. I got up from the chair to plug it back in to the charger, and turned around just in time to see Max at my door.
“Long time no see.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to see you before I left for Switzerland.” He put down his carryon bag in the doorway and embraced me.
“Why Switzerland?”
“Well, I have business meetings. And the divorce proceedings are taking longer than normal.”
I pushed him away and walked to the other side of the room. “Great deductive reasoning skills, Max.”
“What do you want me to do about it Louisa? She wants more money than I have.” Max’s tone became slightly more agitated.
“Get the divorce!” I slammed my planner shut. “I am sick of waiting around for you Max. I love you but I can’t do this anymore.”
“Then maybe we should just take a break, Lou, because you’re not exactly great to be around anymore.” He picked up the bag.
At that point I was done. “Oh really? I’m not great anymore? Well maybe you should actually be around to make that conclusion.” I picked up my bag, without particularly caring that he was still there, and walked out.
I was in desperate need of some air, so I walked around the corner to an obscure cafe for a coffee.
The barista was having a hard time with a customer, so I perused the pastry case for a red velvet cupcake. Another man came up beside me.
“Red velvet?” He asked.
“Yeah, the cure for all the world’s problems.” The girl behind the counter came over and took it out of the case for me.
He laughed. “Another one for me, please. And I’ll be paying for both of us.”
I blushed. “Oh, that’s alright, I’m fine.”
He grinned. “Alright then, but you’ll owe me.”
“Owe you for what?”
He gave the girl a five-pound note. “You’ll just have to wear a dress exactly like that on the date I’m about to ask you for.” He grabbed a pen from his shirt pocket and scribbled a phone number on a business card.
Before I could get another word out, he turned around to leave. “Tomorrow, 6:30, Nobu.” A smile was plastered on his face as he dashed out into the street.
I turned over the card to read Andy Tesser, Hedge Fund Manager. He was good.
The familiar chimes of a cell phone powering down filled my empty office. Great, that’s all I need. I got up from the chair to plug it back in to the charger, and turned around just in time to see Max at my door.
“Long time no see.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to see you before I left for Switzerland.” He put down his carryon bag in the doorway and embraced me.
“Why Switzerland?”
“Well, I have business meetings. And the divorce proceedings are taking longer than normal.”
I pushed him away and walked to the other side of the room. “Great deductive reasoning skills, Max.”
“What do you want me to do about it Louisa? She wants more money than I have.” Max’s tone became slightly more agitated.
“Get the divorce!” I slammed my planner shut. “I am sick of waiting around for you Max. I love you but I can’t do this anymore.”
“Then maybe we should just take a break, Lou, because you’re not exactly great to be around anymore.” He picked up the bag.
At that point I was done. “Oh really? I’m not great anymore? Well maybe you should actually be around to make that conclusion.” I picked up my bag, without particularly caring that he was still there, and walked out.
I was in desperate need of some air, so I walked around the corner to an obscure cafe for a coffee.
The barista was having a hard time with a customer, so I perused the pastry case for a red velvet cupcake. Another man came up beside me.
“Red velvet?” He asked.
“Yeah, the cure for all the world’s problems.” The girl behind the counter came over and took it out of the case for me.
He laughed. “Another one for me, please. And I’ll be paying for both of us.”
I blushed. “Oh, that’s alright, I’m fine.”
He grinned. “Alright then, but you’ll owe me.”
“Owe you for what?”
He gave the girl a five-pound note. “You’ll just have to wear a dress exactly like that on the date I’m about to ask you for.” He grabbed a pen from his shirt pocket and scribbled a phone number on a business card.
Before I could get another word out, he turned around to leave. “Tomorrow, 6:30, Nobu.” A smile was plastered on his face as he dashed out into the street.
I turned over the card to read Andy Tesser, Hedge Fund Manager. He was good.
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