Jamie didn't see Eddie again that night, except maybe a glimpse of her dress as she rounded the corner to the elevators with another woman.
He knows the name of her company, but that doesn't help him very much when all he knows about her is probably a nickname. Searching "Eddie" gets him nowhere within the company site, and there's no record of the ticket he didn't write her a month ago to remind him of any other details. The interaction seemed so insignificant to him at the time that his perfect memory is useless.
The watch sits on his dresser for a week as he resorts to individually clicking through the staff webpages of each department within her company, hoping he'll see a picture, or a name that could be shortened to Eddie. She works for a huge consulting firm with a million departments that work in a million industries and Jamie makes no progress, even though he spends all his free time clicking through employee rosters.
He's about ready to give up, maybe drop off that watch at the company headquarters and let them handle it when he finds her. There she is, smiling widely against a blue school-photo background under the corporate finance and investment page.
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Executive director, corporate financial services
A contact number and email address are listed beneath her title.
Reflexively he reaches for his phone, but he stops himself. He second-guesses. It's been eight days. By Monday morning, when someone will be around to answer her business phone, it'll be ten. It would be one thing to contact her two days later, hey, I found your watch — but sitting on it for this long, even though he hasn't actually been sitting, makes him doubt whether it's a good idea to call. Hey, I found your watch, and it only took me this long to call because it took me this long to find you. That doesn't really sound good either.
But he wants to see her again.
But he doesn't know if he should. What they did, what he did, was so inappropriate. Definitely grounds for suspension or more serious disciplinary action. Taking her watch, even with the intent to return it, only compounds his guilt. He's lucky that Eddie apparently hasn't called the precinct to report it — he's sure he'd know by now if she had — and maybe it's better to anonymously return the watch and let this whole thing fade away until it becomes a crazy story he'll tell someday when he's old and he's had one too many. Let me tell you about the time I tried to do a woman a simple favor and five minutes later we had sex in her hotel room!
But he wants to see her again.
Not just because of the sex, even though it was fucking amazing. But because she had this addicting quality about her, radiating from her skin, weaving its way into his DNA until he has to try way too hard to think about anyone else.
Jamie picks up his cell phone. And he saves her office number.