Trevor stepped into the last piece of his suit and started for the door. Work, how fun. His job was on the line, everyday he had to kiss his boss's ass and he still didn't know if he would have a job the next morning. It's been a couple of weeks since the 'disappearance' of his fiancée. Last Trevor had seen of her she was going out with the girls, something he'd tried to stop. . .
His new car, that he'd bought with some of the wedding planning money sped down the quaint residential street. The cherry red Mustang GT was going sixty before Trevor got to the stop sign. Without even looking he sped through, suddenly in a hurry to get away.
He remembered the last night he'd slept beside her, they way Ashley had pulled so far away from him, and much he longed to hurt her for leaving him cold. Trevor hoped she was dead in a ditch somewhere.
Having the house to himself was nice, no one to fight with over the couch. Matthew had gone back to his parents, seeing as they needed some kind of teddy bear.
The Mustang pulled swiftly into Trevor's marked parking space. He stood up, straightened his tie and entered the building. His office was on the third floor and Trevor awaited transforming into what his nametag read.
Trevor Murdoch-Attorney At Law
His office was a mess, organized chaos. He had an ashtray on the table, no one was allowed to smoke in his office but it was decorative, when it wasn't buried under papers. Six open cases lie on the desk, the floor and the top of the file cabinet. Nothing was put away, or to use. He sharpened a pencil and poked his finger with it. As he sat down a set of legs walked in through the door. "Trevor? I'm the new secretary Kimberly." She stuck out her hand and Trevor's mouth watered.
"Nice to meet you."