Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“I'll just get whatever you're having.”
“Okay, I'm going to go order a shit ton of food. And when I say a shit ton, I am not exaggerating. Get ready to eat, babe!” Mamie squirrels herself off in the corner of the couch to order our feast.
I locate the remote and find a channel that’s playing some reality show. It looks like one of those housewives shows that Mamie is obsessed with. I stop channel surfing and settle on this show.
I'm sure that after today, I'll be ready to face Brick. There are quite a few things I need to talk to him about. Some of it I haven’t even revealed to Mamie. Hopefully, what I have to say won’t over complicate things.
But tomorrow. I just need one more day before dropping a whole lot of truth bombs.
23
Brick
Tammy immediately bounced after our very fun time in the shower. Not what I expected, but I guess she needed some space. All I know is that she went to get that space at Mamie's apartment. I don't have any problem with that. It's just that we haven't talked since all of the chaos at her parent's house, and the minute Tammy seemed to snap out of her funk, she left for Mamie's.
I'm not sure if she's upset with me, but it's hard for my mind not to think that. I mean, why else would she leave with such urgency?
After she left, I opened my laptop and got to work. There are always emails for me to answer, so I don't have a shortage of things to keep me busy.
Several hours pass, and I begin to wonder when Tammy will be back. She hasn't texted or called. I was hoping to have a conversation concerning our next steps. Initially, I thought we would automatically be on the same page, but now, I'm not so sure.
I take out my cell to send Tammy a quick text. At first, I tell her we need to talk, but that might scare her. So I amend my text, only asking when she'll be home.
It doesn't take long for Tammy to get back to me.
Spending the night with Mamie. I'll see you tomorrow.
Not what I was hoping for, but there's nothing I can do about it. My phone buzzes with another text from Tammy only a few seconds later.
Won't be on my phone much tonight.
There's the final nail in the coffin. That's her way of telling me not to expect us to talk or text.
I was mainly waiting at home for Tammy’s return, but if she's not coming back until tomorrow, then there's no reason for me to stay here. The day isn't quite over yet, so I'll go to the office. I haven't been in since the meeting with Robert. Dropping in isn't a bad idea. Robert and Nancy have been keeping me informed about everything I need to know, but being at the office physically is better.
I gather what I need and head to the office.
Upon arriving at the floor of my office, I find Nancy and Robert conversing over her desk. They both look up as I get closer.
“Brick,” they say in unison.
“Yes?”
Robert fully stands up, but Nancy stays seated at her computer.
“Nothing, we just weren’t expecting to see you today.”
“I know, but I thought it was about time I got back to work. Been gone long enough.” Nancy and Robert give each other a look before turning back to me.
“Yeah, of course. Makes sense.” Nancy nods in agreement but continues to remain quiet. Something feels off, but I head to my office instead of questioning it.
“I’m going to get to work. If you need me, I’ll be in my office,” I tell the pair of them before closing my door. I have a feeling that Nancy knows more about my situation now than I initially told her. I don’t mind if Robert let her know what was going on. He doesn’t know the full scope either, so whatever I told him was fine to pass along. Nancy’s been with us long enough that I trust her.
At the same time, it feels a bit weird that they’ve been discussing my personal life. Either way, it’s a conversation I do not want to have with them.
There’s a stack of folders and files on my desk. Nancy emailed me what she could, but I also asked her to print out certain things. So that is what I’m walking into.
I put my bag down, take my jacket off, and sit down at my desk.
“Time to get started,” I say to myself, taking the first folder from the stack.
After a few hours, there is a knock at my door. Robert enters a few seconds later, looking curious.
“Have you been holed up in your office all day?”
“Yeah, I had a lot of work to do,” I reply while putting aside a script I had just finished.