Authors: Lynn Richards
By Lynn Richards
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Damn, damn, damn
the damage she had caused. Oh, not to her
beat-up, dented-in, on-its-last-legs Nissan,
but to some over indulgent, brown nosing executive’s
W. She could have sworn she had enough
ance before backing
of the parking space in
the underground garage.
The long white streak down the perfection of the beamer’s
Damn, damn, damn
in her car
, tapping her fing
ers against the steering wheel.
What should she do? Leave a note? Run away – that’s the one she voted for – or go
the security bo
th on the bottom floor like the law-abiding
good-girl citizen that she was?
Taking extra care to continue backing up (fat lot of good that did her now!) she cleared the space and put
car in drive. As she drove
around and around the parking structure
heading toward the exit, she thought
had just earned. It wouldn’t
even begin to cover the repair bill
. She sighed, kno
wing she would have to report the accident
to her insurance company and face the higher
down the road. She just
didn’t have the cash right now to pay for the damage.
Rebecca worked as a free-lance typist for one of the larger law firms in downtown Atlanta. She’d worked
a legal secretary for a year before deciding
it was time to take charge of her life and go back to school to earn her teaching degree; something she
wanted to do.
At least that’s what she told herself and anyone else who asked.
work around her
t was dif
ficult continuing to work there
it was a necessary evil. Even with student loans
it was proving harder and harder to keep up with
If she lost this job, she would be living on ri
ce and beans and the occasional peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Reaching the security booth, she pulled over to the side and exited her car.
“Hi, darling,” the man behind the glass greeted her. “What’s shaking?”
smiled. There w
as no point taking out her crapp
y day on him. “More than I want to, Larry. I, um, had a little a
ccident on the
The man’s brow crinkled in a frown. “
Are you okay, Becky
“Yeah, I’m fi
Not even a scratch on Horace
refused to give her car
a feminine name. I
continued to let her down, just like a
She chewed on
nail before continuing. “Uh, umm,
might not have fared so well.”
The man’s eyes widened. “Well, shit.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“I’m going to have to call this in. I’m sorry.” His voice was so
it almost made her
I’ll just wait
here.” She walked a couple of feet away and sat on the curb feeling like a
waiting to be transported to jail.
n Sanders pressed the pause button
when his intercom sounded.
“Sir, security is on
He frowned, hating to be disturbed in
the middle of composing a brief
knew that. But then again, she also knew when someone, or something, needed his
the other partner
in the firm
he had a cordial, if not friendly
relationship with his secretary
didn’t cause him to erupt
at the drop of hat.
But then he’d
hired a woman who could spell
instead of dressing that way
“Sanders,” he barked into the speaker phone.
“Sir, this is security
in the parkin
got a small situation here
.” The man hesitated as if he didn’t want to say anything more.
, I don’t have all day.” He wanted to complete the brief before
for the weekend
. Not that he
was in any hurry to get ho
to his empty apartment. Damn, what was the point in making mone
y hand over fist when you had
no one to share it with?
His jaw tightened. Not so long ago he thought he had found that someone.
It appears that your car has been, umm, slightly damaged
“What!” He straightened in his leat
her backed c
hair. That car was his baby. He’d restored it himself on those rare long week
ends he spent at
This was t
he first day
into the city.
“What happened and who did it?” He’
the culprit’s head on a platter before nightfall.
I think it’s just a small scratch
sir. And it was Ms. Dawson.”
Well, that took the
wind out of his sails, and
put the starch in his pants. At the me
of the woman’s
name, his dick stood up and took
More than a month ago, t
he little bro
wn haired witch
had run away from him.
It looked as if fate
was giving him a second chance.
It was about damn time.
“Get someone t
o escort her to my office
.” Now that
close to being his once again,
he would take no chance
on her escaping.
As soon as he disconnected the call, he gathered up
notes and court
d been reviewing
them in a drawer
s ahead of schedule on the brief
. If not
he knew he’d stand a good chance of being disbarred for failing to represent
his client’s best interests. He
er plans for the next few hours
the intercom butt
on, he said,
“Sally, come in here.”
’s conscience weighed heavily on her as she was escorted through the
building. She looked down at the Jimmy Hendrix t-shirt she wore. S
not dressed to
be frog marched past the employee
law firm of
Since starting to free-lance for the firm, she rarely saw any of the people who had
been her co-workers
. She prefe
rred to drop of
her work to
paralegal for the big man himself,
She usually snuck in the back door so to speak to avoid meeting anyone.
Anyone in particular that is.
Maybe she could
to appeal to her boss
to get her out of
this mess. Whose car
had she scratched anyway that required an escort – an
to their office?
Why hadn’t they just called the polic
e? She chewed on her
nail again suddenly getting a very bad feeling.
Following her silent
into the elevator she tried to think of a way out of this. The most
obvious choice was to confess,
it had been her fault
and hand over her insurance card
and face the consequences
later. The other option would be to hand over her life savings
one hundred and n
in the hope
that it would cover the damage. That would mean not taking classes in the fall and del
aying her graduation yet again.