Some Came Desperate: a Love Saga
“Perry could see Simone for a few minutes at 2, if she could make it over that quickly. Simone declared that she could, hung up the phone, told Bellini she had to go, and took off. All she had to do was mention that it was about her petition to get her sister back, and Bellini understood. Everybody at the Sky diner understood. Simone appreciated that.
But now she was late, because no way could she have caught two buses and made it within the hour, but she had to see Nick Perry today, espe...cially since she knew it was about Shay. The secretary, whose nameplate said Irene Grayson, wasn't pleased at all by Simone's late arrival. Simone stood in front of the large oak desk in her jeans and jersey, her backpack and wild ponytail, and told the secretary that she tried with all she had to get here on time. Irene, however, was blunt, telling Simone that Mr. Perry was already in a meeting and had one scheduled shortly thereafter. Simone, however, volunteered to wait, that surely he could spare her a moment of his time if she was already in place and ready to go. The secretary, who had been fielding Simone's calls for the past three months, who knew better than anyone that she was one hard cookie to crumble, made clear that she couldn't promise her anything, but that she was free to wait. Simone, relieved, took a seat in the leather chair in the secretary's office, just outside of Nick's office, and tried not to panic. The news could be bad, and that was why he was in no great hurry to tell her about it, or it just as easily could be good, too. There was no way of knowing with Nick Perry. She had thought, three months ago, on the night of her birthday, that they'd made a connection, that somehow he was going to be a significant part of her life for some time to come. He had held her in his arms, and had driven her home. And she had melted in his affection. She just knew he would be calling her the very next day, or, even better, stopping by the diner just to make sure she was still all right. But he didn't phone, and he didn't come by, and as one day turned into another day and everyday yielded the same results, she knew then that what she'd experienced on the night of her birthday and what he'd experienced were two different things. She had thought his actions proved that he had wanted her in his life somehow, while he, apparently, had wanted no such thing. Even when she'd get up enough nerve to call his office and inquire about her case, her boldness left her unsatisfied. The call would be directed, not to him, but to his secretary, to Irene, and she would dutifully ask Simone to hold on while she informed Nick of the call. But instead of Nick answering, Simone would always be shuffled to one of his many paralegals or to another attorney in the office or, on one occasion, to Mark Grier, who told her in no uncertain terms that Nick Perry was an extremely busy man and as soon as he heard anything at all about her ridiculous case, he would gladly contact her immediately to be rid of her. Since Simone already knew what Mark Grier was made of, she ignored him, and kept making her inquiries. Nick Perry leaned back in his tall, swivel chair and watched his girlfriend stalk back and forth across his office floor as if her life depended on her movement. She was upset, the way she usually was lately, as she retold the anger, the embarrassment she felt when she, once again, wasn't chosen. Nick, who was no good at comforting a woman who didn't really want to be comforted, could only repeat his pet response: “They'll be other jobs, babe,”MoreLess
But now she was late, because no way could she have caught two buses and made it within the hour, but she had to see Nick Perry today, espe...cially since she knew it was about Shay. The secretary, whose nameplate said Irene Grayson, wasn't pleased at all by Simone's late arrival. Simone stood in front of the large oak desk in her jeans and jersey, her backpack and wild ponytail, and told the secretary that she tried with all she had to get here on time. Irene, however, was blunt, telling Simone that Mr. Perry was already in a meeting and had one scheduled shortly thereafter. Simone, however, volunteered to wait, that surely he could spare her a moment of his time if she was already in place and ready to go. The secretary, who had been fielding Simone's calls for the past three months, who knew better than anyone that she was one hard cookie to crumble, made clear that she couldn't promise her anything, but that she was free to wait. Simone, relieved, took a seat in the leather chair in the secretary's office, just outside of Nick's office, and tried not to panic. The news could be bad, and that was why he was in no great hurry to tell her about it, or it just as easily could be good, too. There was no way of knowing with Nick Perry. She had thought, three months ago, on the night of her birthday, that they'd made a connection, that somehow he was going to be a significant part of her life for some time to come. He had held her in his arms, and had driven her home. And she had melted in his affection. She just knew he would be calling her the very next day, or, even better, stopping by the diner just to make sure she was still all right. But he didn't phone, and he didn't come by, and as one day turned into another day and everyday yielded the same results, she knew then that what she'd experienced on the night of her birthday and what he'd experienced were two different things. She had thought his actions proved that he had wanted her in his life somehow, while he, apparently, had wanted no such thing. Even when she'd get up enough nerve to call his office and inquire about her case, her boldness left her unsatisfied. The call would be directed, not to him, but to his secretary, to Irene, and she would dutifully ask Simone to hold on while she informed Nick of the call. But instead of Nick answering, Simone would always be shuffled to one of his many paralegals or to another attorney in the office or, on one occasion, to Mark Grier, who told her in no uncertain terms that Nick Perry was an extremely busy man and as soon as he heard anything at all about her ridiculous case, he would gladly contact her immediately to be rid of her. Since Simone already knew what Mark Grier was made of, she ignored him, and kept making her inquiries. Nick Perry leaned back in his tall, swivel chair and watched his girlfriend stalk back and forth across his office floor as if her life depended on her movement. She was upset, the way she usually was lately, as she retold the anger, the embarrassment she felt when she, once again, wasn't chosen. Nick, who was no good at comforting a woman who didn't really want to be comforted, could only repeat his pet response: “They'll be other jobs, babe,”MoreLess
Read book Some Came Desperate: a Love Saga for free
You can download books for free in various formats, such as epub, pdf, azw, mobi, txt and others on book networks site. Additionally, the entire text is available for online reading through our e-reader. Our site is not responsible for the performance of third-party products (sites).
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
8 / 10
User Reviews: