“Okay.” She lets out a sigh. “Be right back.”
Within seconds, she sets a stack of folders on my desk.
“Do you still want me to call that eye doctor for a house visit next week?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say. “Tell him it isn’t for me, though.”
“Okay…” She leaves my office, and I set two timers. One for the three-hour mark, and one for an hour from now to call and check on Scarlett.
DECIDE (V.):
FOR A JUDGE, ARBITRATOR, COURT OF APPEALS OR OTHER MAGISTRATE OR TRIBUNAL TO REACH A DETERMINATION (DECISION) BY CHOOSING WHAT IS RIGHT AND WRONG ACCORDING TO THE LAW AS HE/SHE SEES IT.
SCARLETT
The following Sunday
Hey, um…I’m back at your place.
Jameson
The code is the same as it’s been all week. I’ll probably be back on Friday.
So, you’re spending another night in your office?
Yes. I have a bedroom here.
Okay…Can I stop by then?
Maybe a few weeks from now.
Istare at our latest text conversation, feeling a bout of whiplash.
We’ve had this exact same exchange four days in a row.
Sighing, I start to head to the elevator.
If I’m going to sleep alone, I might as well stay in my dorm.
I hit the down button, and Jameson’s name suddenly pops on my screen via phone call.
“Yes?” I answer.
“Yes?” He mocks me. “Is that how you’ve been answering the phone lately?”
“No.” I smile. “I’m just upset.”
“Don’t be,” he says. “I told you we’ll have to figure it out. I’m drowning in cases. It’s not personal.”
“Okay.”
“So, don’t go back home. Stay.”
The elevator dings, and the doors glide open.
“Fine.” I return to his suite. “So, I’ll see you in a few days?”
“That’s the plan,” he says, and I wait for him to say he’ll call back, but he doesn’t.
