"All Grown Up/The End of the Muggle"
"Good afternoon. Bloomsfeld, Brown and Diaz. How may I direct your call?" Salome glanced at the clock. "One moment please."
Half and hour. In just thirty minutes, Salome would be leaving this office for the last time. It had been three years ago when she answered the want ad, worked her charm and gotten the job. It wasn't like she needed it, but it is possible to get bored living off the wealth you inherited from your parents. The partners and staff had given her a nice sendoff with a catered lunch and her favorite, chocolate cake. The job was simple enough. Answer the phones, maintain the files, greet clients, and for the past two weeks, she'd been training Jessica.
"All right, Jessie. Next time the phone rings, it's all-"
"Excuse me, Salome? May I have a word?"
It was Noah Diaz, the youngest of the partners, with a handsome smile on his face.
"Sure." She told Jessie she was in charge, and then followed Noah to his office. When he closed the door, he no longer had a smile on his face. He motioned for her to sit.
"I'll stand, Noah. What is it?"
Noah took a deep breath, and she could see his thoughts. Despite the fact that their relationship was over, he did not want her to leave.
"My mind is made up. I won't forget you. But like I told you before, I am not coming back. I'm not. And if you ever try to come looking for me, you won't find me," she told him matter-of-factly. Salome knew him well, but he couldn't say the same for her. History wouldn't allow her to grow close to anyone. She reached out and touched the left side of his face, and kissed his right cheek. "Thank you."
"For what?" For a moment, they just stared at each other.
"Being a part of it."
"Of what?"
"My life." They shared their final hug, and she left his office. He whispered to himself as the door closed, "I hope you find what you're looking for." Salome smiled to herself, thinking that she would.
"Well, Jessie, I'm going to say goodbye to everyone, and then that's the end of this life for me."