“It was a studio-run raffle, so I would hope it would be nice. They do have millions of dollars.”
“Well, the next raffle you win, I get the cool prize, or at least I get a part of it. Deal?”
He chuckled. “Even if it’s a honeymoon trip to Hawaii?”
“Yes, even then, because I’ve never been to Hawaii,” I said, exasperated.
“It’s a deal, CJ.”
And there it was. CJ.
I looked down and saw the other line blinking. “Hey, you know what? The other line is ringing. You wanna stay on the line?”
“No, I better get back to work, but I’ll text you. I know you get bored with no one to talk to.”
I laughed. “Okay. Talk to you later.” I ended the call and switched lines. “Mayor and Sons.”
“Hello, I would like to talk with one of the lawyers there who might be able to help me.” A woman, probably early thirties. After sitting at a desk answering phones for a living and then seeing those same people come into the office, it was getting easier for me to make assumptions about a person over the phone.
“May I ask what it is pertaining to?”
“Well, I need to look into filing for divorce.”
“Okay, I’m going to transfer you to someone who can help.” She thanked me before I transferred the call to Susan Kingly. She was one of the office secretaries for the lawyers who focused mostly with divorce cases. She would be able to help.
My cell phone vibrated on the desk next to me. It was from Devin.
Was it someone important?
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Sent from ‘my phone is better than yours’
Just some lady wanting a divorce.
And I already know your phone is
better than mine, jerk.
Why don’t you get a new one then?
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Sent from my stuffy studio at work
How ‘bout you get me one, Mr. Moneybags.
And why don’t you air out the room?
Does it smell? Haha!
I’ll get you one for your birthday. :)
And of course it smells.
It’s a foul stench, that’s for sure.
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Sent and paid for by my top-paying job
Jerk. Stop bragging about the money you make.
You make pretty good money too.
You’re just really frugal about it.
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Sent from ‘Mr. Buys Everything He Wants’
Ha ha. You’re so weird sometimes.
And as for the phone, I want a pretty one,
something colored. Maybe blue.
Or green. Or red!
What am I getting you? M & M’s
or an iPhone? Some of the Android
phones are really good too…
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Sent from my iPhone
I want an iPhone fully loaded with
tons of apps. Are you texting someone else
Mr. ‘sent from my iPhone’?
Yes, my boss. And you do realize that the
iPhone only comes in black or white with
the option of colored covers?
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Sent from my iPhone
Well, you have your ways.
You’re Mr. Hollywood.
You’d figure it out.
You’re crazy, but I probably would be
able to figure something out…
because I’m so great…
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Sent from my iPhone
Chapter Three
So today’s session with Dr. Stone was interesting. Not bad. Just interesting. I came into Dr. Stone’s reception, and his secretary directed me to go straight in. I had my notebook in hand and when I walked into the office he was sitting in his usual seat, looking down at his notes.
“Good afternoon, Christy. How are you?”
“I’m okay.” I don’t think he was expecting me to finish the assignment or even do it, for that matter. But I had. For the first time, I’d actually written about what had been going on in my life the last few days. “Don’t you want to read my assignment? I brought it just like you asked.”
His head jerked up, and surprise showed on his face. His eyes widened. “You did it?”
I wanted to laugh, but instead I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, here you go.” I opened it up to the right page, and he gratefully took it.
“I must say, Christy, this is a pleasant surprise. Now, if you don’t mind, we’ll just start your hour after I’ve finished reading your assignment.”