"Epilogue"
The next
morning, Ainsley walked down the long corridor towards her office. When she came to it, she saw a case of
Fresca and a note sitting in front of her door. She picked up the note and read; Ainsley, Thanks for the great
time last night. (Well, it was great
until I got back here and had to tell the entire story, including the puke, to
Leo, while Sam and CJ were falling over laughing so hard and Toby breaking in
several times to ask to get on with the meeting, but, every time, CJ and Sam
would find a way to shut him up.) Anyway, if you're free for lunch, call me! Love, Josh.
Ainsley
smiled, unlocked her office, and brought in her Fresca. She took one and took a long sip. Then her phone rang.
"Hi CJ… yes,
I heard about that… you * didn't *
actually tickle Toby… no, he didn't tell me that…"
"So, are you
glad I set you up with Ainsley last night?" asked Sam, leaning on the doorframe
in Josh's office.
"For about
the tenth time, yes. You love to gloat,
don't you?"
"Almost as
much as you do, Josh."
Josh
crumpled up a couple sheets of paper and chucked them at Sam, but missing him
and hitting the person standing behind Sam. Josh immediately stood up when he saw whom it was.
"Good
morning, Mr. President!"
"Good
morning, Josh, Sam."
"Sorry 'bout
hitting you, sir…"
There. That's the
end. (Of this story, anyway.) If you
want me to write more Josh and Ainsley, tell me, although I probably will
anyway. I hope you enjoyed this story!
-Just A Drummer-