Decklin is already in his room when we get home. I sit with a glass of wine in my hand on my beige couch, along with Tawni. Chad sits across the room in a recliner biting at his nails. Probably nervous about this week. I nervous too. What if my little guy doesn't like Chad? I tap my pink fingernails against my thigh and study Chad carefully as he taps his toe biting his lip. He loudly clears his throat causing me and Tawni to look at him.
"So what have you been up to", he asked.
"Well I started working at Good Will Insurance Company when I got here and I've been taking care of Decklin. Speaking of working I have to get there. Tawni you know the deal. I'll be back". I place my wine on the coffee table and pull my trench coat and purse down before racing to my car.
When I arrive my boss, Mrs. Greensboro crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.
"Where have you been",she asks sternly.
Now I know what you're thinking. Shes a bitch, but shes just very... professional. She has her hair pulled into a tight bun and she wears a red two piece suit.
"I am very, extremely sorry. I was welcoming some guest into town", I say with apologetic brown eyes. She just nods and walks away. I head to my office and put my trench coat on a hook and purse underneath my desk.
My office is cozy with two blue wrap-around chairs and a medium size oak desk. It's filled with pictures of Decklin, thousands of files in a black and white paisley rack, a Apple computer, and a big picture of Decklin and I in at his school park. I smile at the picture before sitting down behind my desk. Diane, the secretary calls me over the intercom.
"Ms. Monroe? A man named Matthew Jays is coming in".
"Thank you", I reply before bringing up his file on my computer.
Matthew Jays has been in a car crash on Ridgeway Drive three weeks ago and the person who damaged his car and body refuses to support him. As he comes in, I notice his head bandaged up and his arm in a lime cast. Several cuts and bruises trail along the bottom of his eye.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Jays. My name is Ms. Monroe, but you can call me Sonny". I extend my hand and he shakes it with his free hand." Have a seat, sir".
"So do you think he can pay me for my damages", he asks raising an eyebrow.
"Can you tell me his name", I ask.
"Ryan Newman".