Hi guys !
Finally, after months away from here I am back (:
I apologize myself a thousand times and really understand if you're upset/angry with me. I gave no explanation, I guess (I don't remember hahaha), I just gone. I really ask you for forgiveness and, please, understand that things in school were a little more pulled ... I was under a higher pressure, needed pass in all subjects (amen, i finally did it) and had no time to think about fanfic.
But ok. Enough of excuses. Llet's get right into this hahaha, but don't forget to read the endnotes (;
In that Friday morning, Mercedes woke up really tired. Her body ached and she didn't know why… Perhaps it was because of the enormous high heels that she used to use during the day, maybe the stress and the great amount of work in the office in that week that passes flying, or perhaps was only an usual alert before her period. The three days before her menstruation gave her an absurd pain through all of the body and it made her eat compulsory. After disconnect the alarm-clock she checked the calendar of the celphone and was sure of the last option was correct.
After speak some claim grumbles she wake up calmly with her eyes still and closed. Looked at herself in the mirror and felt ugly and fat, but that was normal considering her hormonal state that day. The hair was ugly and she felt no desire to preparing herself . Looked the o'clock once more and saw that, if she wanted to arrive early in the office, she couldn't wash her hair. Then she caught her better jeans and a social low-necked blouse and went to the bathroom. After a hot shower put the clothes on and arrested her hair in one high pony tail.
Her breakfast was literally a cup of coffee. It was already 7:00 a.m. andshe didn't know what she would find in the traffic… After brushing her teeth, she caught the purse and the keys, and ran for the outside of the apartment - where she waited the elevator. In the corridor she met a neighbor. That 16 youngster abused who was everytime with his skate in the hand.
- Good morning miss Jones. - He greeted her in front off the elevator door with a smile in the face and a malicious tone. Mercedes wasn't patience in this day. Much less for a child of 16 years old. She looked at him throught the corner of her eyes and came back to look the door of the elevator which took an eternity to arrive. She didn't answer the "good morning" to him and when the elevator arrived, she strained her arm to open the door. However, she was surprised for the youngest Who was faster and opened the door
- Ladies first. - He tried to be a gentleman and Mercedes rolled her eyes.
Fortunately in the distance between the fourth floor and the first floor wasn't too long. However, the time that they had been inside there, in silence, was enough to create some discomfort because the teeneager couldn't leave his eyes away from Mercedes butt.
That small siege was almost constant and, specifically in that day, Mercedes was without patience for things like that. She could slap her left hand in that baby face, but she didn't have patience or time to lose with. When she decided to say some ugly words to him, the door opened and she frozened per some instants with the indicating finger in air. Rolled her eyes again and left the elevator listening the laugh of the boy. Fastly she walk to the parking.
That morning Sam woke up kind of happy. It was Friday and he was excited, but and his smile was nothing to do with this fact. He did not know why, he was just like that since he opened his eyes. Also he was counting the seconds to begin work.
His apartment was still a terrible mess and he was not caring yet. After took a shower he just went to the kitchen and made two scrambled eggs which accompanied two pancakes and a glass of milk. After a few more minutes he was already ready. Never had prepared himself so well and so fast to go to work like this day.
He thought, as soon as left with the car, that nothing and no one would mess up with his day or ruin his happiness. So it was. He faced a small bottling that stole twenty minutes during his way, but he couldn't complain. He couldn't rifling through his eyes showing impatience either. Sam was anxious, and while was stopped in the middle of the track could only beat his fingers musically on the steering wheel and singing Everybody Wants'to Rule the World that was sounding on the radio ...
Finally reached to his destination. Five and a half minutes of delay that would cost him tôo much, as himself was his boss. His projects were ahead, but he wanted to do more. After giving good morning to the safety of the building and wait for the elevator took him up to the fifth floor, Sam stood to revise some layouts recently finished and some projects that hadn't been drawn yet.
His office was surrounded by four white walls and a floor covered by a Green carpet. In three corners of the room there were pot of plants and in the other two bookshelves. They had books, encyclopaedias, portraits and, specifically on a shelf, his collection of mini cars. There was also a leather sofa in a specific brown color in the opposite side to the drawing desk. His work table had the tabletop made of glass and his chair resembled the sofa.
On 11 o'clock that morning, the table was filled with roles which were all about projects and more projects. The drawing desk had hadn't been touched yet... Sam dicedes spend all the morning giving attention to the theory part of his work and after lunch begin to scribble the dreams of a family or any company or agency.
When the clock showed midday and a half his stomach gave sign of life and remind him, instantly, that he hadn't talked with his friend Blaine. His office was at the end of that corridor and they used to met each other always in the morning when Sam took a break from work and went to the lobby of the office - where was the secretary - and took a cup of coffee. This used to occurred at 9 o'clock in the morning and Blaine was always there, but not dared to call him. He didn't want to interrupt his work. On that day, Sam had hadn't remind of the coffee either of his friend.
- Blaine! - Sam asked with the phone glued in one of his ears after dialing the number and listen to his friend's ansewr.
- Oh Sam, it's really good to know you're alive. - Said trying to be a little funny and leaving aside the layout whichhe was analyzing. – I've walked in front your office at nine and the only thing I saw was your secretary who was concentrated on something in that computer.
- Believe it or not I woke up today more determined than any other day. It seems that they pumped endless amounts of caffeine in my blood ... I can not stop since I arrived. – Sam explained himself trying to control the anxiety in his voice.
- Do not overdo it. - Blaine didn't take too seriously what his friend said.
- Seriously ... Blain – He would talk more and more.
- Ok, ok ... Will we have lunch or will you be telling me about your anxiety attack? – He made his friend laugh.
- I'll meet you down there in two minutes. - Answered quickly and hung up.
They had lunch in the same restaurant ever. That same which they had been with Puck earlier in the week. It was called La Place and was extremely well-regarded.
It was about one o'clock when they arrived at the local and, unfortunately, Sam did not ran into that small woman with black skin and thick legs. Weird was entering the restaurant just thinking about it ... Stranger was having spent the whole week thinking about it. Not that he was interested in her. Yes Sam liked women a lot and had his philandering phase, but she was kind of enigmatic. He couldn't explain how, but she had something that pleased him, that drew him like a magnet.
After eating and exchanging some laugh, they ordered a coffee and Sam told his friend about the decision she had made.
- I decided to look for Puck's lawyer. – Confessed to his friend who was just enjoying a sip of that coffee while sweetened his drink. Blaine nearly choked.
- Well, finally! – He smiled. - I hope she's really good and you get on really well together. It is always good to maintain a stable relationship with who's gonna take care of the administrative part of our work, isn't it?! - Spoke naturally.
- Yes -. Sam replied, trying to contain his excitement. - I woke up and one of the first things I thought of was to call for her ... I do not know, something happened and I decided to follow your advice. Perhaps you had been too pushy and convincing. - Laught while stired a small spoon inside the cup full of the black liquid.
- Hm ... - Blaine murmured with his eyebrow furrowed. – I'm glad I convinced you. – Said with a subjective tone that almost hid his suspicion.
Finally, after finished the coffe, they returned to the building where their offices were located. Took the elevator together and stopped in front of the glass door leading into the entrance hall of Sam's office. Parted after he asked Blaine did not to wait him to leave, because he would try to schedule an appointment for later still inthat day with the lawyer.
Sam kept up analyzing his projects and answered two calls from customers ... That day he would not receive any visit from any of them so it was easy to finish shortly after three o'clock. That's when he finally pulled out a card from his wallet. That same card that Puck had given him, which was spelled the name Mercedes Jones just below the name of the company and followed from two phone numbers.
He couldn't explain how or why his muscles tensed and he had to take a deep breath before taking up the phone and start typing the numbers. He waited a few moments and let the phone call five times. No one answered and his muscles contracted more. On second thought, tried again. In the third call he heard a female voice answer him.
- New York lawyers, good afternoon! – He startled slowly. The girl on the other side waited patiently a few seconds until she heard him clear his throat.
- Hello. Hm, I would like to schedule a time with Miss Mercedes Jones. – He said staring at the card and feeling the power of that name sound. – Today If it's possible – added.
- One minute. – The girl who seemed to be young, flipped through one of the directories until find the correct date. – Is family court or administrative?
- Oh ... administrative. - Revealed Miss and across checked to see if that was the correct agenda.
- Just a minute. – And then she left that phone aside and, with the help of another one, dialed two numbers that made a loud sound in the office of Mercedes. – Miss Jones?
- Say, Rebecca. – She answered her without diverting attention from what she was doing.
- A gentleman on the line wants to make an appointment for today. His case is administrative, and the only time we have is at half past four ...
- Great, check it. – Mercedes cut and heard her let out a timid "okay."
After disconnecting, Rebecca took the first phone back.
- Mr ...!
- Sam. Samuel Evans.
- Ah, Sir Samuel ... Scheduled for today at half past four. - She smiled even though he could not see her.
- Fine, thank you. - He smiled too.
- Have a good afternoon.
So...I hope you have enjoyed ... This chapter is a little cold but the end was a little bit more warm only to prepare you for the next chapter haha ...
Speaking about that, I would like to say that, as this third chapter was too bigt, I decide to cut it. Thus, part of the forth chapter is already ready but I have no idea of when it will be finished and posted because I have to rethink the history etc. ...
See ya'll in the next chapter.