Old and New Friends Chapter One: Intended Accidents
As usual it was late into the night before Miss Parker even considered going home. Sydney and Broots had
long since gone home. Reluctantly she grabs her coat getting ready to go home herself. Home? No, that wasn't her home. Homes were supposed to be safe and full of love. Her house had been missing safety and love since…since Catherine Parker's death.
Just as she is walking out of her office her cell phone rings. Almost growling she withdraws her phone from her coat. "What?" As usual her voice is dangerously filled with anger.
"Miss Parker, you really should get out more. Your social skills could use some work." This time she did growl.
Jarod, of course, had made sure to call her when she was most irritable."Lab rat. Did you just call to harass me or is there some new information you would like to rub in my face about my sad existence?" Her tension was evident in her voice
and Jarod couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.
"I just wanted to wish you good luck tomorrow." Instead of being childish and mocking, as usual, his voice is instead full of care and concern.The line goes dead and Miss Parker is left there standing in mild shock. She had
rejected him! How could her still care about her? He wasn't supposed to care anything about her. She had spent the last five years of her life chasing him. Trying to bring him back to his prison. He was supposed to hate her.
Anger had built up insider her and she could feel her face turning a bright red. Why was she getting angry? Was it because for the first time since Tommy's death, someone had cared about her and she them? No. That was absurd, she couldn't Jarod. He was a lab rat and she was…she was doomed to spend life alone.
Coming to her senses, Miss Parker calms herself. Getting angry would only get her in trouble. That was the last thing she needed with her meeting with the Triumvirate tomorrow. Lyle would love to find a reason for her to be taken out of the picture. If he thought he could get rid of her he had another thing coming.
As Miss Parker walks down the halls of the Centre, she is all too aware gawking eyes as she passes. She was used to this attention, of course. Today she had chosen to wear a white blouse and an almost-too-short-to-be-acceptable, black leather skirt with matching knee high boots. Even though, it was warm outside she wore a leather coat to top off her outfit. Most of the men in the Centre had fantasized about having her, but they'd have been suicidal to act on them.
In no time, Miss Parker was putting out of the Centre parking lot. The way the day had ended and the way it was going to begin tomorrow, Miss Parker knew she was going to spend the night with her favorite brand of scotch.
Without warning a black sedan pulls out across the road stopping in front of Miss Parker. Swerving to try to keep from hitting the car, Miss Parker runs off the road. Once the tires make contact with the dew covered grass all control is lost. The small car flips once stopping against a tree as the black sedan leaves the scene.
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