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“Tony as I told you yesterday and all of last week there is going to be nothing to add to the story. I was sent to me anonymously. I can’t find out who sent it. All I know is they added an account number, that wont give out information. It will only accept money sent to it for being published. And there was money attached to it for 500 copies to be printed. That’s the only number they wanted printed.”

“Joy. I hear you, but frankly I don’t give a damn. This novel is finaminal. I want to publish more.”

“My hands are tied. Now my two o’clock is waiting. I still need to meet with those willing to show their identity.”

“Fine. But work on this story Joy. We need to get more copied out of them.”

“Alright. Bye Tony.” Joy hang up before Tony could get any last words in. If only he knew the tragic “fiction” novel he’s loving was my life story I wrote to help with the depression I was in during my pregnancy. Great my two o’clock is a happy young college grad with probably a perfect family. Oh and look at that, an engagement ring. I was engaged. He knocked me up and fled the country. Literally.

“Joy this is your two o’clock.”

“Great follow me. I feel like going for a walk. I’m not one fore formal interviews so don’t bothering introducing yourself. You know who I am so I wont bother introducing myself. Frank need to know your name, you need to worship Frank. You trouble him too much, then your done. Okay leave your story with him and it was great meeting you.” Joy gets on the elevator leaving this girl very confused. Joy waves and enjoyed her slight power to she just got. Now walking out on to the marble lobby where her heels echo but more of a song than the awkward smacking. Today it gets better.

It has been two years since Joy gave birth to her daughter. The family who adopted her has moved and is no longer in contact with Joy. the scares stil show on her body of giving birth, but only slightly. Stepping out of the subway on 33rd Street to walk the three blocks north to her office, Joy knows no one around her knows the pain she carries with her everyday. Nobody can step out without showing a past in this city. Last year I broke down in y office and my boss’s receptionist walked in. Work gave me a personal day to “get my hormones in check”. God if only they knew what that day was. I held that job for three years then left for six months of leave for a ‘missions trip’ with no photos or stories and nobody questioned it. What a world I live in.

“Joy call for you, it’s the editors wanting the rest of the story.”

“Franky when are they not wanting more? Never satisfied. Tell them I sen it last night.”

“OKay.” Franky what an assitant. He thinks I don’t know about all the unpaid hours he works. Kid keeps my life in order. Even when I was gone he sent me emails of what was going on. He’s going to take over this company someday and no one will be able to stop him.

Over

I hope that you have enjoyed the story! That will be all that I am posting to it. Now I have started on a new story which I hope you all enjoy! Thank you so much to all of you who have checked it out. I did not know what to expect from this and you all have been great! Sometime this week I will add the new story but for now go to the older post and see what stories there have been.

Seeking Originality

“Alexa hurry up! Why does she always take so long. We told her yesterday what time we were going at, I even called her three hours ago to make sure she had started getting ready so this wouldn’t happen.”

“Summer calm down. She take forever cause she went to school for fashion so she needs to always make the world known of that.”

“True. Oh how did things go last night with Austin?”

“They didn’t. I got held up at work and had to work late so told me I couldn’t. Surprisingly he asked to go out again. Normally when I do that. Well I shouldn’t say normally. When I use to say that I couldn’t he would get mad and just call another girl but nope. He was texting me through out the night seeing how work was going and he was with the guys for a poker night.”

“Wow. Still don’t trust him. Are you sure he doesn’t have a twin brother out there who is just pretending to be Austin?”

“Oh funny.”

“Guys come on we have to go.” Alexa just blows past us on the stairs to the door while Summer and I stare at each other. We should not be surprised by this anymore. This happens every time. We wait around impatiently then she storms down and wants to leave right away. If we did that she would just leave. I’m not talking about the leave as a joke and still wait. Oh no she would say, ‘I’m ready. We’re leaving.’ Then she would leave.

“It’s like night and day. Guess we’re going. Ready Summer?”

“Does it look like we have a choice to be ready.” Summer darts her eyes in the direction of the door and there is Alexa pulling it open. “Alexa your driving?”

“None of us are?”

“I’m not walking across town in these shoes!” Summer always forgets when it is Alexa’s turn to be the driver she will order a town car or some sort of driver so that no one will drive and she could have as good of a time as she wants.

“Let’s go Summer.” I nudge her to the door. We get out in front. To my surprise not town car, limo or form of transportation.

“Alexa where’s your car?”

“Don’t be silly you know I don’t have a car. I hate driving.” Alexa starts walking towards the street. Not in a I’m going to hale a taxi kind of way. More of I’m on a mission. Summer and I stood there frozen. Were we suppose to follow or was this some kind of joke? Alexa turned and kept walking the corner