Chapter two
Carly slams the car door, as she gets inside the taxi out of the rain.
"I can't believe you," Walter complains from beside her. "You turned down dinner with some New York hot shot!"
"I have other plans." She says firmly jotting down on a notepad barely paying attention to Walter.
"Come on Carly what are you going to do go home and feed you're cat?" he asks pressing Carly's nerves.
"I don't have a cat," She finally glances up at him only to give him a dead frown.
"Exactly you're lonely Carly, you need a man, girlfriend, you are way to hot to be single."
"Walter! I am happy just the way I am, except that." She says in a mocking tone.
"Fine stay home and eat mint chocolate chip ice cream while you watch 'She's Too Young' on Lifetime." She stops writing and looks up at him again.
"I don't do that!" she says defensively "I have a life trust me."
"Then prove it." Just as they pull up to the correct office building.
"Here we are," the cab driver, says with a face of laughter "Here if you ever need someone to watch a movie with, I keep good company." He smiles showing a glint of a gold tooth. Then pulls off quickly into the rain.
"Ewwww that perv," Walter says taking the paper and throwing it in a near by garbage can. "You're too good for him."
"Hey what if I'm into to grimy men." She says cringing at even the thought.
"Uh no! I've known you too long," he says and they walk into the building.
The executive meeting was boring as she though it would be; just a bunch of stuffy office people except for Walter but Walter's never boring. They caught a taxicab and headed back to the office only to continue the boring day.
The day pasted by slowly but Carly busily dealing with the toughest situation all that week, she kept her work pace up but steadily thought of Freddie. Why would he come now? What did he want? She knew that she immersed herself in work, straight out of college not doing anything sociable or fun. She hadn't had a boyfriend or steady relationship since high school junior year. By five o clock, Carly still hadn't finished her work and most colleagues were going home.
"Hey Carls isn't it a little late to be doing those CPI reports it takes about three hours to finish then and its almost five." Walter says as he passes Carly's office.
"Yes it's late but they have to be done by Monday and if no one will do it, I will," she says turning pages in the large binder.
"So what it's Friday we have time, I thought Dorothy was coming in tomorrow to do them."
"I am not positive that she will and if Dorothy messes up I'm the one whose tail gets kicked." She says looking up at Walter.
"Fine suit yourself; I'm going to the club tonight with Natasha want to join us?"
"I don't go "clubbing" and besides I have work to do." He sighs deeply and starts to continue walking.
"Okay then se ya Monday," he heads out of the office and it's almost completely empty. Carly continues working until eight o clock when she finally decides to drive home. It's just about dark as she walks to the underground parking lot and gets into her car. She reaches it, steps in and drives home.
"Worked late?" Malcolm the door attendant to her apartment asks her and she jumbles to the door with her many belongings.
"Yea I had a lot to do," she says to him as he helps her with her things.
"Keep up the good work," he winks and she steps into the elevator.
She flips the light on and lights up her skylight city view apartment room, the whole New York City was lit up. The party vibe filling the city, she felt like everyone was partying without her. She changed from her much fitted business suit and put on her most comfortable sweat pants and a long sleeved shirt she got from a sponsor for a 5k walk the company sponsored. She grabbed some chocolate mint ice cream out of the freezer and her laptop and a couple file folders, set down, and dove into her work. Of course, while she watched "She's Too Young," on Lifetime, how did Walter know it was coming on? She thought to herself.
An hour later when she was well into the movie and also work, when she heard a knock on the door, she figured it was Jeff, an African-American personal trainer who worked in the apartment gym to give her schedule to her.
"Come in," she yelled from the couch to the door.
"Hey Carly," a familiar voice said.
"Huh," she turned around with a spoon full of ice cream in her mouth. "Freddie," shocked her mouth full of ice cream so his name coming out as fweddie.
"Um hello, who did you think I was this time?"
"Jeff," she says "my personal trainer."
"Wow what kind of personal trainer comes this late?" he says chuckling.
"Ha-ha so funny," her voice sarcastically. "He had to bring my schedule and I'm way too busy, so he has comes late if we have to go over something. Anyway I don't date; it's a waste of time." She says sticking another spoon full of ice cream in her mouth.
"Can I sit down?" he asks as he closes the door and walks over to the various couches and chairs carrying a paper Bellacino's bag.
"Sit," she says through another mouth full of ice cream. "How do you know where I live and what do u want?" she says, "I'm working."
"That dude, and he was right."
"What dude?" she says her vice a little panicky.
"That assistant of yours the g-" he stops as I cut him off knowing the next word.
"His name is Walter." She says with an edge.
"Well whatever anyway he said exactly what you'd be wearing, eating, doing, watching, and how you thought I'd be someone else. Creepy isn't it." He says sitting down on the gray suede couch. She begins to type furiously at her keyboard.
"Freddie leave I have work to do."
"I have a meatball mozzarella marinara club sandwich from Bellacinos getting cold." Her eyes lit up, the meatball mozzarella marinara was her favorite."
"So what," she says realizing she only ate a bagel and drank coffee at the meeting. She suddenly became hungry.
"Carly please have dinner with me." He says in a completely new tone catching her off guard.
"I'd love too."
Endnotes
I'm still trying to decide if that's a cliffhanger, what do you think. Anyway, I would greatly appreciate you hitting that review button which is approximately a half inch below this. It took me a long time too write this (writers block) so please show appreciation and I'll love you forever. Am dearly sorry for not updating school is just getting harder and harder. Anyway as always read, eat cookies, and review! ~thanks