"Could you open the door, please?" Jack asked, knocking on the glass.
Kate rolled down her window, looking at Jack with wide eyes.
"W-what do you want?" she asked. "I...I need to get home...I have homework to finish...a-and..."
Jack thought for a moment before speaking. Did she know who he was? She must have realized...right?
"Well, I just wanted to apologize for how I was, uh, in there," Jack finally said, taking a step away from her car. "Sorry. Go home, get your work done..."
Kate looked up at Jack, blinking. Without another word, she rolled up her window and sped away, tires squealing. Jack flinched, and started back towards the hotel.
"She shouldn't be driving like that..." he muttered. "Kid's gonna give me a heart attack..."
Jack walked back to the hotel, his hands in his pockets, a forlorn expression on his tired face. He stumbled up to his room, this time opting for the elevator, and collapsed on his bed, still in his rumpled suit. Yawning, he managed to pull off his shoes and his tie before he fell into a hard, dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Jack awoke to the sound his cell phone ringing. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he looked over at the alarm clock.
"SHIT!" Jack said. It was after nine already. "Yeah?" Jack answered into his phone, his voice thick with sleep.
"Jack, this is Chuck down at the office...just calling to make sure we're still on for ten. I didn't wake you, did I?" Charles' obnoxious voice only soured Jack's mood more.
"No, you didn't wake me," Jack grunted into the phone, getting up from the bed and opening up his carry-on, pulling out some clean clothing and his shaving kit. "And of course we're still on." Jack began the delicate task of balancing the phone between his head and his shoulder, while trying to shave the opposite side of his face. "I'm getting ready as we speak," Jack finished, just barely avoiding taking a large chunk out of his face, getting by with only a small knick. "Damn," he muttered, grabbing some toilet tissue to blot his face with. "Anything else you care to know, Chuck?" Jack inquired, sarcastic undertones in his voice.
"No, Jackie. Just wanted to make sure you were still coming. Your wife left you quite a chunk in her will," Charles continued.
"Oh?" Jack asked, beginning to shave the other side of his face. Charles was beginning to make his blood boil. No one called him 'Jackie'. "Well, gee, Chuck...you, a respected lawyer, more than anyone, should know that it's illegal to discuss anything like inheritances BEFORE the reading of the will...right...Chucky?"
"I'm not disclosing anything," Charles continued, his tone sickeningly happy. "Just a friendly tip." And with that, Charles hung up.
Jack resisted the strong urge to throw his phone into the toilet and flush several times.
"That fucker..." he cursed, undressing as quickly as he could and jumping into the small shower. The blast of hot water helped to clear Jack's sleep- cluttered mind, and he stepped out of the shower feeling more refreshed than he had in days.
After quickly towel-drying his hair and dressing, Jack grabbed his essentials and headed out the door.
Kate rolled down her window, looking at Jack with wide eyes.
"W-what do you want?" she asked. "I...I need to get home...I have homework to finish...a-and..."
Jack thought for a moment before speaking. Did she know who he was? She must have realized...right?
"Well, I just wanted to apologize for how I was, uh, in there," Jack finally said, taking a step away from her car. "Sorry. Go home, get your work done..."
Kate looked up at Jack, blinking. Without another word, she rolled up her window and sped away, tires squealing. Jack flinched, and started back towards the hotel.
"She shouldn't be driving like that..." he muttered. "Kid's gonna give me a heart attack..."
Jack walked back to the hotel, his hands in his pockets, a forlorn expression on his tired face. He stumbled up to his room, this time opting for the elevator, and collapsed on his bed, still in his rumpled suit. Yawning, he managed to pull off his shoes and his tie before he fell into a hard, dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Jack awoke to the sound his cell phone ringing. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he looked over at the alarm clock.
"SHIT!" Jack said. It was after nine already. "Yeah?" Jack answered into his phone, his voice thick with sleep.
"Jack, this is Chuck down at the office...just calling to make sure we're still on for ten. I didn't wake you, did I?" Charles' obnoxious voice only soured Jack's mood more.
"No, you didn't wake me," Jack grunted into the phone, getting up from the bed and opening up his carry-on, pulling out some clean clothing and his shaving kit. "And of course we're still on." Jack began the delicate task of balancing the phone between his head and his shoulder, while trying to shave the opposite side of his face. "I'm getting ready as we speak," Jack finished, just barely avoiding taking a large chunk out of his face, getting by with only a small knick. "Damn," he muttered, grabbing some toilet tissue to blot his face with. "Anything else you care to know, Chuck?" Jack inquired, sarcastic undertones in his voice.
"No, Jackie. Just wanted to make sure you were still coming. Your wife left you quite a chunk in her will," Charles continued.
"Oh?" Jack asked, beginning to shave the other side of his face. Charles was beginning to make his blood boil. No one called him 'Jackie'. "Well, gee, Chuck...you, a respected lawyer, more than anyone, should know that it's illegal to discuss anything like inheritances BEFORE the reading of the will...right...Chucky?"
"I'm not disclosing anything," Charles continued, his tone sickeningly happy. "Just a friendly tip." And with that, Charles hung up.
Jack resisted the strong urge to throw his phone into the toilet and flush several times.
"That fucker..." he cursed, undressing as quickly as he could and jumping into the small shower. The blast of hot water helped to clear Jack's sleep- cluttered mind, and he stepped out of the shower feeling more refreshed than he had in days.
After quickly towel-drying his hair and dressing, Jack grabbed his essentials and headed out the door.