You're Going with Me

Michael

As the thought crossed my mind, my cell phone rang. The vibration moved it across my desk and a similar vibration took hold of my body. Demetri’s name stared up at me from the screen.

I grabbed the phone and shoved my chair away, it rolled in a wide arc away from my desk. “Excuse me, I have to take this.”

I left the office, closing the door behind me as I swiped my finger across the screen.

“Hello?” I said, not wanting to identify the caller for Sandra or Rainey to hear. I hustled down the hallway into one of the conference rooms, closing that door behind me.

“Good morning, Michael,” Demetri’s said over the line. The calm in his voice was like the still waters of Bar Harbor. A longing to go back swelled inside of me.

“It’s afternoon here now,” I said slowly, waiting for the ball to drop.

“You know that issue with real estate we were discussing?” he asked. “Real estate” was code for Sal.

I sighed. “Yes.”

“I closed the deal,” he said. “I wanted you to be the first to know.”

“I a