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All weekend I thought about what it would be like to have her gone for two weeks. On the one hand, it would be nice to enjoy a full day at work without the distraction. On the other, I wondered if it would feel odd not having her there. She’d been a near constant in my life for almost a year, and regardless of our differences, it had become comforting to have her around.
Sara entered my office on Monday at nine o’clock sharp, smiling brightly as she approached me. She was followed by an attractive, twenty-something brunette who was introduced as Kelsey, my new temporary assistant. She looked up at me with a somewhat timid smile, and I saw Sara place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
I decided that I would use this as an opportunity. I would prove to everyone that my reputation was simply a result of working with someone as headstrong as Miss Mills.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Kelsey,” I said, smiling widely and offering her my hand to shake. She looked at me strangely, with a sort of glazed expression.
“It’s nice to meet you too, sir,” she said as she glanced back at Sara. Sara looked down at my hand quizzically and back up to me before speaking to Kelsey.
“Okay. Well, we’ve already gone over everything that Chloe left. Here’s your desk.” She led the temp over to Miss Mills’ chair.
A strange feeling crept over me at the image of someone else sitting there. I felt my smile falter and I turned to Sara. “If she needs anything she’ll let you know. I’ll be in my office.”
Kelsey quit before lunch. Apparently I came off “a bit gruff” when she managed to start a small fire in the break room microwave. The last I saw of her, she was in tears and sprinting out my door, wailing something about a hostile work environment.
The second temp, a young man named Isaac, came in around two o’clock. Isaac seemed highly intelligent, and I looked forward to working with someone other than an emotional female. I found myself smiling at the sudden turn of events. Unfortunately, I spoke too soon.
Every time I passed Isaac at his computer he was online, looking at captioned pictures of cats or watching a music video. He would quickly minimize the window, but unfortunately for Isaac I wasn’t a complete idiot. I diplomatically asked him to not bother returning the next day.
The third was no better. Her name was Jill; she talked too much, her clothing was too tight, and the way she gnawed on the cap of her pen made her look like an animal trying to free itself from a trap. It was nothing like the way Miss Mills would pensively hold the end of her pen between her teeth when she was deep in thought. That was subtle and sexy; this was nothing short of obscene. Unacceptable. She was gone by Tuesday afternoon.
The week continued on in much the same way. I went through five different assistants. I heard the booming laugh of my brother in the hall outside my office on more than one occasion. Jackass. He didn’t even work on this floor. I began to feel that people were enjoying my misery a bit too much and maybe even saw it as a case of reaping what I sowed.
Although I had absolutely no doubt that Miss Mills had already been informed of my temp nightmares by Sara, I received several texts from her throughout the first week, checking on how things were going. I began looking forward to them, even checking my phone periodically to see if I might have missed an alert. I hated to admit it, but at this point I would have traded my car just to have her and her harpy disposition back.
Besides missing her body, which I did desperately, I also missed the fire between us. She knew I was a bastard, and she put up with it. I had no idea why, but she did. I felt my respect for her professionalism grow during that first week apart.
When the second week went by without a single text from her, I found myself wondering what she was doing and with whom she was doing it. I wondered briefly if she’d had any more phone calls with Joel. I was pretty sure they hadn’t seen each other again, and she and I had managed to reach a precarious cease-fire regarding the flower incident. Still, I wondered if he’d ever called to follow up and whether he would try to begin something when she was home.
Home. Was she at home now, with her father? Or did she think of Chicago as home? For the first time, it occurred to me that if her father was very sick, she might decide to move back to North Dakota to be with him.
Fuck.
I started packing for my flight on Sunday night and heard my phone chirp from the bed next to my suitcase. I felt a small thrill reading her name on the screen.

Pick you up tomorrow 11:30. Terminal B near arrival screens. Text when you land.

I paused for a moment as it sank in that we would be together tomorrow.

I will. Thanks.

You’re welcome. Everything go ok?

I was a bit taken aback that she had asked about the rest of my week. We were in such uncharted territory here. While working, we texted and e-mailed frequently, but it was usually restricted to simple yes or no answers. Never anything personal. Was it possible she’d had a similarly frustrating week?

Great. You? How is your dad?

I laughed as I pushed send; this situation kept getting stranger. Less than a minute later I received another one.

He’s doing fine. I’ve missed him but am excited to come home.

Home. I noted her word choice and swallowed; my chest was suddenly too tight.

See you tomorrow.

Setting the alarm on my phone, I placed it on the nightstand and sat next to my luggage on the bed. I would see her in less than twelve hours.
And I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that.

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All weekend I thought about what it would be like to have her gone for two weeks. On the one hand, it would be nice to enjoy a full day at work without the distraction. On the other, I wondered if it would feel odd not having her there. She’d been a near constant in my life for almost a year, and regardless of our differences, it had become comforting to have her around.Sara entered my office on Monday at nine o’clock sharp, smiling brightly as she approached me. She was followed by an attractive, twenty-something brunette who was introduced as Kelsey, my new temporary assistant. She looked up at me with a somewhat timid smile, and I saw Sara place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.I decided that I would use this as an opportunity. I would prove to everyone that my reputation was simply a result of working with someone as headstrong as Miss Mills.“It’s very nice to meet you, Kelsey,” I said, smiling widely and offering her my hand to shake. She looked at me strangely, with a sort of glazed expression.“It’s nice to meet you too, sir,” she said as she glanced back at Sara. Sara looked down at my hand quizzically and back up to me before speaking to Kelsey.“Okay. Well, we’ve already gone over everything that Chloe left. Here’s your desk.” She led the temp over to Miss Mills’ chair.A strange feeling crept over me at the image of someone else sitting there. I felt my smile falter and I turned to Sara. “If she needs anything she’ll let you know. I’ll be in my office.”Kelsey berhenti sebelum makan siang. Rupanya aku datang dari "sedikit kasar" ketika ia berhasil untuk memulai api kecil di ruang istirahat microwave. Yang terakhir aku melihat dirinya, dia berada di air mata dan berlari keluar pintu, meratap sesuatu tentang lingkungan kerja yang bermusuhan.Temperatur kedua, seorang pemuda bernama Isaac, datang di sekitar dua jam. Ishak tampak sangat cerdas, dan aku melihat ke depan untuk bekerja dengan orang lain selain perempuan emosional. Aku mendapati diriku tersenyum pada pergantian tiba-tiba peristiwa. Sayangnya, saya berbicara terlalu cepat.Setiap kali saya melewati Ishak di depan komputer yang dia adalah online, melihat foto-foto captioned kucing atau menonton video musik. Dia dengan cepat akan meminimalkan jendela, tapi sayangnya untuk Ishak I bukan orang bodoh. Aku diplomatis bertanya kepadanya untuk tidak repot-repot kembali keesokan harinya.Yang ketiga adalah tidak lebih baik. Namanya adalah Jill; Dia berbicara terlalu banyak, pakaian adalah terlalu ketat, dan cara dia menggerogoti pada tutup pena nya membuatnya terlihat seperti hewan berusaha membebaskan diri dari perangkap. Itu tidak seperti jalan Miss Mills pensively akan memegang ujung pena nya antara giginya ketika dia tenggelam dalam pikiran. Itu halus dan seksi; ini adalah kekurangan cabul. Tidak dapat diterima. Dia sudah hilang Selasa sore.Minggu terus dalam banyak cara yang sama. Aku pergi melalui lima asisten yang berbeda. Aku mendengar tertawa booming adikku di aula di luar kantor saya di lebih dari satu kali. Jackass. Dia bahkan tidak bekerja pada lantai ini. Aku mulai merasa bahwa orang menikmati penderitaan saya sedikit terlalu banyak dan mungkin bahkan melihatnya sebagai kasus menuai apa yang saya menabur.Meskipun aku benar-benar tidak diragukan lagi bahwa Miss Mills sudah telah diberitahu Nightmares saya temp oleh Sara, saya menerima beberapa teks darinya seluruh minggu pertama, memeriksa apa yang terjadi. Aku mulai melihat ke depan untuk mereka, bahkan memeriksa telepon saya secara berkala untuk melihat jika aku mungkin telah kehilangan lansiran. Aku benci mengakuinya, tapi saat ini aku akan diperdagangkan mobil saya hanya untuk memiliki dia dan Dia perampas disposisi kembali.Selain hilang tubuhnya, yang saya lakukan putus asa, aku juga rindu api antara kami. Dia tahu saya adalah bajingan, dan ia disiapkan dengan itu. Aku tidak tahu mengapa, tetapi dia melakukan. Saya merasa saya menghargai profesionalisme nya tumbuh selama minggu pertama terpisah.Ketika minggu kedua berlalu tanpa satu teks dari dia, aku mendapati diriku bertanya-tanya apa yang ia lakukan dan dengan siapa ia melakukannya. Aku bertanya-tanya sebentar seandainya ia memiliki panggilan telepon yang lain dengan Joel. Aku cukup yakin mereka tidak melihat satu sama lain lagi, dan dia dan aku telah berhasil mencapai gencatan senjata Genting mengenai peristiwa bunga. Namun, saya bertanya-tanya apakah ia pernah memanggil untuk menindaklanjuti dan apakah ia akan mencoba untuk memulai sesuatu ketika dia pulang.Home. Was she at home now, with her father? Or did she think of Chicago as home? For the first time, it occurred to me that if her father was very sick, she might decide to move back to North Dakota to be with him.Fuck.I started packing for my flight on Sunday night and heard my phone chirp from the bed next to my suitcase. I felt a small thrill reading her name on the screen.Pick you up tomorrow 11:30. Terminal B near arrival screens. Text when you land.I paused for a moment as it sank in that we would be together tomorrow.I will. Thanks.You’re welcome. Everything go ok?I was a bit taken aback that she had asked about the rest of my week. We were in such uncharted territory here. While working, we texted and e-mailed frequently, but it was usually restricted to simple yes or no answers. Never anything personal. Was it possible she’d had a similarly frustrating week?Great. You? How is your dad?I laughed as I pushed send; this situation kept getting stranger. Less than a minute later I received another one.He’s doing fine. I’ve missed him but am excited to come home.Home. I noted her word choice and swallowed; my chest was suddenly too tight.See you tomorrow.Setting the alarm on my phone, I placed it on the nightstand and sat next to my luggage on the bed. I would see her in less than twelve hours.And I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that.