Disclaimer: I do not own Secret Window in any form.

Rating: "M"

AN: This is my first of what will hopefully be many fics, so I hope I am doing well.

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Mort Rainey? Is there even a Mort Rainey on my clientele? She certainly knew there was no Mort Rainey in that black Rol-O-Dex sitting on the right corner of her desk. She memorized every single name that, which at the present was only about twenty-five. A Mort Rainey was definitely a blow to her.

"Helen!" she called after the young receptionist to let her know she had probably made a mistake. "Helen, Wait!" she cried again.

"Yes Miss. Schroer?" she asked with a sweet smile gracing her face.

"Helen, there must be some mistake. There is no Mort Rainey in my clientele. Are you sure he asked for me?"

"That's the problem; he didn't specify you or your father. He just said Leslie Schroer. I took a guess it was you, but apparently not. If you could do me a favor and tell your dad about the appointment instead it would be most appreciated."

"Sure." Then Helen left sighing for relief that the mess had been sorted out.

Walking down the hall to her father's office, her heels making a pounding noise on the thin office carpet Leslie made the turn in the office to tell her dad the news and found him staring intensely at his Dell® computer screen.

"Dad?"

"Yeah Darlin'" he asked in his ever more noticeable southern accent. "What can I do for ya?"

"Uh, Helen got a call from a Mort Rainey who needs an emergency appointment tonight at his house. You need to be there at seven." She then made her attempt to leave, but was stopped.

"Honey, is there any way you could handle that for your old man? I am swamped with everything, but I also needed to have this brief on Judge Martham's desk yesterday."

She looked into his pleading steel-blue eyes that lay beneath an ever-receding hairline and just couldn't say no.

"Alright dad, would you give me directions?"

"Of course, over there in the filing cabinet. Directions and phone number incase you get lost. You are lucky in going, really."

"Yeah, how's that," she asked making her way through the "R" section of the files and snatching the Rainey file.

"Beautiful country he lives in up there. Gorgeous lake, small, but nice little cottage. That's the life right there."

"I bet."

"Well, I am sure what he wants to go over isn't much so don't worry about it."

"Okay," she then saw the clock. "Oh my God, I have to go home and change before I go. I'd better leave now. Bye dad."

AN: another short, but sweet chapter. but it will get better.