Help Me Help You

One step forward, two steps back. The story of my life.

As soon as I got in the car, Ronnie stepped on the gas.

“Whoa, are we in a rush or something?” I asked, alarmed at the unusual way he was driving. He was in a hurry and it was unnerving.

“Ma’am, the boss was looking for you. Have you, uhm… did you check your phone, ma’am?” he said worriedly.

I grabbed my phone. All sense of calm and relaxation from the session gone in a snap of a finger. I checked the numerous missed phone calls and text messages. A dozen of them.

I clicked on the first one, sent a few minutes right after I left the building.

Where are you? Hailey has news. We need to discuss things.

The next message was half an hour after the first. I’m serious, where are you Olivia? I checked the penthouse.

The series of phone calls followed then. It was clear he was getting more and more agitated.

For god’s sake, how many more times do I need to make myself clear? Don’t just leave without at least sending me a message.