Julian Corvo
All in one morning I have found a roach in my office, got yelled at by landlord and now being called by my lov- no, wait- just Lilly. Just Lilly now. I took my advice for once on how to pick up the phone when an ex calls and said calmly "Hello, Lilly." I choked down a few tears but held myself in one piece by force: about three weeks ago I had woken up for the first time in five years alone. It was still sinking in.
"Hello, Julian," her voice was so cold and careless I wondered if she had moved on yet. She had always been more masculine than me meaning, she had a better bounce back ability then me.
"So, wh-what are you calling for?!"
"Claire called me about Leon. It seems that your number hasn't been working…"
Mentally cursing the strict ass landlord for turning off my phone power after just one check landed on his desk an hour after his damn deadline I quickly explained the situation to her. A suspiration hissed through the phone giving me the shivers and I whimpered: that sound brought so many times back to me. Everything from our honeymoon to the night before the split swam around in my soul.
"Swee-"
We both fell quiet as we both realized that she had just about called me sweetie… then she pushed on.
"Julian, Claire wants us to come and live with Leon. After his recent lay-off he's gotten worse. We do still owe her."
"I don't know, do you think we can meet and you won't punch me in the face."
A nervous chuckle from her end.
"I'll try as long as you don't get those Russian hands out again."
A heat that went from the tip of ears to the rest of me as I remember touching her inappropriately in Marilyn, her brilliant red Jeep, and attempting to make her feel as passionately as I did only to get a sound left hook in my face! Yup, not one of my better moments.
"Hey! Focus."
"Ok," I snapped back.
"Listen mother-fu, whatever, I think we need to go to at least represent TerraSave correctly."
"Fine," I mumbled. A light bulb clicked on somewhere as I asked as smoothly as possible "so what are yo-"
"I'm busy, I'll meet you in D.C. in about three days," she was always quick on the rejection card.
"Ok," I said numbly to the dial tone. Opening my second desk draw I pulled out a bag of Twix as I asked to the picture of her on my desk "Would you give me the honor of being with you as we travel to D.C. and treat you like the princess you should be treated like?! Why, of course, you can have me served up a silver platter for you to pray upon as you!"