“Charlie! So good to have you back. I was wondering when you’d bring your ass back in here. Big day today buddy!”
“Yeah… I suppose so. Umm… what happened here?”
“What do you mean?”
“This isn’t my office.”
“Gary. Is he okay?”
“Yes sir! He’s been out a while that’s all. I’ll… I’ll prep him for the meeting.”
“Alright. You get yourself together now Charlie. You’re the man of the hour.”
Right… the man of the hour. I have no idea who I am. What are these bosos talking about?
“Damn it! Charlie… sit down.”
I must be out of my mind. Something… something’s not right.
“Gary… I don’t smoke. I don’t think I drink. There’s alcohol and cigars on my desk. Explain that.”
“Okay Charlie… you’re scaring me. We went out for drinks just a few weeks ago. You drank to your hearts content.”
Gary looks familiar but it’s not him. I don’t feel well. I feel… sleepy.
“Look Gary… I’m going to be honest with you. You look familiar but you’re not Gary. Not the one I remember. I feel like…”
“Charlie… Mr. Phillips is coming in an hour. You’re it! Fucking get it together. He requested you… she requested you.”
“Yep… Miss hot stuff herself. Charlie… damn… I gotta go. You get your shit together and be ready. This deal ain’t going to close itself.”
Right… deal. How many deals have I broken? Deep breath Charlie. Retrospect… retrospect. Hmmm… this might be a dream. I’ll count to three and wake up.
“One… two… three… Shit!”
Okay. Not a dream. Why do I feel so funny? Real life never seemed so fake to me as this now. Miss hot stuff… requested me. Who the hell is Miss hot stuff. Jesus my heart!
“Sorry Charlie… I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Ummm… Morning Becca.”
“Good morning. Gary said maybe you needed my help. Can I get you anything?”
“Gary… asshole. No. I’m fine. You look familiar.”
“Yes… I’m your assistant here to assist. Umm… you okay? You just called me by my name.”
“Oh… right. Okay… can you remove the alcohol and cigars from my desk.”
“Okay. Are they not the kind you need? I’ll get you anything you want.”
“Anything I want?”
What do I want? I want something. I feel it. I just can’t… I’m so sleepy.
“Oh… just get these out of here. I want a coffee. Strong. You probably know how I like it.”
“Yes sir. One strong coffee coming right up.”
Okay Charlie. You’re it for some reason. Apparently, this is your big day. I should be happy, but my balls hurt for some reason and I feel too much out of my head. Am I drunk? Nah… wait… I know. Hmm… nah… Okay. First things first. I haven’t a clue as to how I’m going to close this deal. I don’t even want to be in the same room. This whole thing is fucked up. I’m fucked up.
“Oh… Charlie. You’re not fucked up. Here’s your coffee. You want me to put on some music?”
“Music. Yes. That sounds like a good idea. Thank you, Becca.”
“You’re welcome. And… this just arrived for you via urgent messenger.”
“Maybe a love letter?”
“I don’t know… you keep looking for love and the red envelope just… never mind. I’ll be right outside if you need me.”
“Okay thank you.”
Yuk… this is not coffee. It’s poison. Ugh! Maybe it is a love letter. Interesting scent, sweet… nice. What?
I have her. If you don’t manifest yourself, I’ll kill her and we all die. You will present yourself sir. I cannot come where you are. Somehow, she’s made sure of that. However, you can go anywhere you want is what I’ve heard. I want that secret. Waiting… or she’s dead.
Sincerely fucking yours,
“What the fuck?”
Should I call the police… there’s no address. Where am I supposed to appear? I’ve got her? What? Probably Gary pulling my leg. Phoenix Padilla? Sounds vaguely familiar. Sounds like a made-up character. That Gary! Sincerely fucking yours… nice touch. Whatever. I’m so sleepy… I can go anywhere I want? What?
“Who said that? Becca?”
(It’s me. Oh God! Can you hear me?)
“What is in this coffee?”
(Charlie… she’s dangerous and I’m scared for me but especially for you. I need your help, but I don’t want you to get hurt.)
“Okay… that’s it! Whoever you are lady… come out! Now!”
“Gary! You son of a bitch! What the fuck’s with this and how did you manage that voice? Speakers?”
“Huh? Interesting love letter. Wait… I didn’t write this. I certainly would not have put perfume on it. Oh… it’s nice though. Sounds like you have a secret admirer waiting for you.”
“Who said that? Gary… you heard that?”
(Charlie please do what you have to do to get here and be careful.)
“Charlie… I heard nothing. You okay buddy? You want me to cancel the meeting? You don’t look right.”
“You didn’t hear a woman’s voice?”
“No. Are you looking for a woman?”
He’s such an idiot. I’m friends with this guy?
(Charlie? Talk to me.)
“Ah! Okay Gary… just get out for now. I’m losing it but… I’ll be there.”
“Whatever! Here are the stats and loosen up, will you? You got this.”
Jesus! I’m losing my mind. What is going on?
(I can’t hear you if you don’t talk to me.)
What the fuck?
“Listen lady! Wait… it’s my head. I had a strong dream last night and now… I’m delirious.”
(No, you’re not. I’m real and I’m somewhere. I’m not familiar with this place but you can…)
“Lady… whatever you are… you’re not real. Cause… if you are then I’m crazy. Then again if you aren’t… I’m still crazy.”
(Fuck sakes! I know she tried to reach you. You got the letter?)
“What? The letter?”
(Oh God! She’s coming back. Hurry up Charlie!)
“Oh God… I’m so sleepy… sl..”
“Charlie! Wake up! Hey… we’re all waiting for you in the board room! Charlie!”
“Huh? Gary? You look familiar. What?”
“Yeah… I’m glad I look familiar to you now shake it off man! Mr. Phillips is quite upset. You’re late!”
“Late… oh! The deal?”
“The deal. Ready?”
“I guess. Just let me wash my face.”
That was the weirdest dream… wait… the red letter… Phoenix Padilla. I know that name. Fuck! Wash it off Charlie. I’m missing something… Fuck! Wash it off!
You got this Charlie… you can do this. Why does everything look like a dream? Weird. Oh… a full house. Damn… she’s gorgeous. She looks so familiar… that smile. Snap out of it… shit… boner.
“Hello everyone… Forgive me my lateness… I umm… I’m gonna sit for this one, if you don’t mind.”
Fuck Charlie why does this happen so quickly for you? You’re such horny bastard!
“Mr. Phillips… umm… Rachel…”
That gorgeous smile… that… Shit! Fuck!
“Yes? You need my help Charlie.”
Her voice is so sweet… I remember her moans… wait… Help… fuck! Mel!
“Charlie? You okay?”
“Umm… Sorry folks. Something’s come up. Yeah… something. I have another, more important deal to make. It doesn’t matter because she’ll probably rewrite this scene and I’ll be back. You won’t know the difference because… you’re idiots! Okay… I remember everything now. Thank God!”
“Mel! I’m coming! Great song choice by the way! Totally feeling it! I’m coming girl! Your hero is coming!”
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