A/N: Yeah i have nothing to say about this chapter...lol
Chapter 8: The Return of the Ex
Delilah ran her hands across the fine oak wood of her new desk. She opened each drawer and went through each file on her computer before standing up to look through the large glass windows behind her. She frowned. It scared her out about the whole sitting in front of a large window that she could lean up against and fall through.
She took action and unplugged anything that could break before moving the desk in front of the large shelves at an angle at which she could still gaze out the window. She was even bored enough to rearrange every little bit of her office so that everything was to her liking.
Delilah then sat down and leaned back in her leather desk chair. Her eyes caught glimps of the folder sitting on her desk. She reached for it and opened it up. Her first client was sitting inside.
"You've got to be kidding me. Oh, once I get my hands on James I'm going to kill him." She moaned, laying her head down on the desk before swinging it back up again with a raised eyebrow. She opened the file and thumbed through the papers. "Geez, everything's in here." She smiled before picking up her office phone and dialing Lisa's. When she didn't answer Delilah hung up and continued to thumb through the papers in the file.
"This isn't happening…" She heard a voice from the door way. She spun her chair, to the entrance and smirked.
"Oh, believe me I thought the exact same thing when I opened your file." She said holding up the manila folder with John's name in it. He sighed and walked to the chair in front of her desk. He sunk in the chair and glanced at her angrily.
"Alright, so, what do you do anyway?" He asked, deciding that the way he was sitting hurt his back and he was moving to sit comfortably.
"I have no clue, I was told to come here and get situated, and I didn't know I was getting you a freakin' client or whatever you are."
"Aren't you supposed to be in control of my money? Or something of that nature?"
"Oh, yeah I guess that's why there are credit card bills in here,' Delilah answered, slightly embarrassed of the fact that she had no clue what her job was. There was silence between them and john looked at her expectantly, waiting for Delilah to say anything about the way he has been spending.
"You spent that much on a mustang you can't even drive?" She asked, curiously flipping through each bill and expense that she could.
"I drive it, just not as much as I should, alright? And would you just 'advise' me already. What don't I need to be spending my money on?"
"Well, for starters worthless crap like a Jaws pinball machine and plasma screen t.v."
"That is not worthless crap."
"Oh, then what is it?" Delilah waited for her answer and it never came. Laughing she continued to list all the things the felt John should've never bought in the first place. He just sat in awe wondering why the hell women were the way they were.
"Well, now that you know what you shouldn't buy, maybe you know what it is really…what is the word…"
"Acceptable? Life changing?"
There were a few moments of silence and Delilah just sat blinking at John disbelievingly. "I think you need therapy…." She told him finally and he looked at her as if she were insane.
"What would make you think that?" He asked confused as to why she would suggest that he needed therapy randomly.
"You spend your money on meaningless consumer items and I suggest you don't spend as much of your money on that stuff and you say its life changing. Really I don't think that any of this is going to be life changing at all. All you really need to do is do not spend as much on stuff you don't need or that stays at home."
"Why wouldn't you buy stuff that stay's home/"
"Maybe because you're never home. Listen, you can spoil yourself sure. But do it on stuff you can use while you're on the road. Like a Laptop or an Ipod." She suggested, watching his face change from confused to even more confused. He nodded and just got up and left. Delilah shrugged and put his folder in a drawer labled files behind her.
She stood up and buttoned her jacket before grabbing her purse, her office and car keys, and leaving the room. The trip from the elevator down to the lobby took her about five minutes seeing as she was on the twentieth floor.
The doors parted and Delilah stepped off before passing the front desk, where the secretary flashed somewhat of a glare. The two of them had never really started off on the right foot. She ignored her and walked further to go for a lunch break and maybe make a stop by Lisa's work to tell her about the first half of her first day.
"Delilah?" She heard some one call from the other side of the lobby. She stopped and turned to the voice and gasped. She spun back around and began walking towards the door again. She dug through her purse for her phone, but stopped when she ran into something blocking her path.
"My gosh Delilah, that is you. How have you been?" the man she ran into asked tucking a strand of his long blonde hair out of his eyes. Delilah backed up and threw her purse over her shoulder.
"I've been well. How've you been Adam?" She asked, trying not to sound rude.
"Great! I've made it big, just like I always used to tell you," He laughed before looking at the way she was dressed. "You work here?" He asked motioning with his finger to the building in general.
"Unfortunately…listen, I feel a bit awkward, I'm going to go." Delilah stuttered, walking around him and heading out the door. It was cloudy when she went out side, yet the sun still made her squint from being inside the building. She walked down the block to where she parked and she could tell some one was following her.
"Delilah wait!" She heard Adam call, and she stopped and lowered her head.
"I waited before, remember?" She spoke harshly, turning sharply on her heel.
"I want to talk about this, we ended it so quickly. Let me at least take you out and we can talk." He breathed, catching his breath from running after her. Delilah had to think about it and finally she gave in.
"All we are doing is talking…right?" She asked, rubbing her forehead to rid her self of the oncoming headache.
"I'd never force you to do anything else. I'll meet you at….hmm Subway. The one near here at seven don't be late," He smiled before reaching down, kissing her on the cheek and giving her a hug.
Delilah left after that and headed home. Turning off the car she walked inside where Lisa sat on the couch watching something on MTV and reading a article in the newspaper. She smiled at Delilah before she caught the look on her face.
"I'm so stupid…" Delilah told her, sliding down the door depressingly. Lisa moved from the couch next to her friend and hugged her comfortingly.
"Don't say that, you're not stupid…..what happened?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing as Delilah began to sob. She never was answered, and just sat with her best friend as she cried her eyes out. Lisa probably knew the answer.
