thick frame glasses. I had pulled up my hair in a twist which I then pushed some chop sticks through, sometimes I like to coordinate my outfits for the occasion, and I figured that since today was a business meeting I wanted to look as professional as possible. I stop at the receptionist desk telling her that I had an eleven with Austin, whom I not sure what his last name was and she smiled pointing me down the large marble hallway. I am already freaking out because I have been lost today, and I was almost late. I knock on the large oak doors as I hear shuffling and then I watch a woman with ruffled clothing comes scurrying out and I walk inside looking to him, pointing in the direction of the door, and say, “Really?”
“Sorry,” he mutters sitting down at his large desk, he has yet to look up to me and when he does I am walking over to his desk and I do take notice that his eyes slightly widen. I smile to him as I take a seat in front of him; looking over and seeing the name plate that sits on his desk , Austin Calloway. He stares at me intently for moments that turn into minutes before stumbling over his words and then taking a deep breath, looking down to his desk, shuffling through the papers, and looking back up to me smiling.
“Well, Soph, when you said that you lost it I had no idea it would be this.” I frown and look down at the ground, fidgeting my fingers. He gets up from his desk and walks around to kneel in front of me. “I’m sorry, Soph; I was only joking with you.” I sigh deeply, look up to him, and say.
“It’s bad, isn’t it?”
“I’m not going to lie, it isn’t good, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think. We will just take it one step at a time,” he says placing his hands on my shoulders and I look up to him. He looks sincere and I wonder if he is like this with all of his clients. He stands abruptly and walks back behind his large des. “So, since you haven’t been arrested before-,” and I have to stop him.
“I have-,” I say in the smallest voice that I can find.
“What?” he sounds confused and slightly frustrated.
“I have been arrested before,” I repeat.
“But Mar told me that you haven’t.”
“I never told her.” I admit.
“Well, what is it?” He asks and I wonder if he is slightly irritated.
“It was almost three years ago, my business was doing really well, and I let the money go to my head, I mean , I guess I never really stopped letting it, but I found a more constructive way of spending it.”
“Drugs?” he asks me already knowing.
“Yeah, but I never got into trouble for that, but I was pulled over for driving under the influence, but I never got sentenced with anything.” He laughs, he actually laughs about it.
“Please explain to me how you got away with that one.” I surprise myself when I laugh as well.
“Well, I was pulled over driving and when I went to court the arresting officer ended up not being in the court room that day.”
“So they dismissed it.”
“Yeah,” I respond.
“Wow, you must be one lucky woman.” He says , smiling over to me.
“I’m not sure that lucky is something that I would classify myself as right now, maybe back then, but not now.”
“Did Joe know about the drug problem?”
“No, he actually never really noticed anything about me that I didn’t want him to, which makes sense now,” I pause, “But I did managed to get myself clean before I was forced to move in with him.”
“Forced to move in with him?”
“Yeah, a few weeks before I had to close the business I couldn’t afford my big lavish apart, and luckily the lease was up, and I had to move in with him.”
“You had to move into Joe’s apartment?” he asks me again, with a smirk on his face and I am not sure what it is about. I can tell that I look at him with a confused face when he grins, “Singing cockroaches and all?” I surprise myself when it makes me laugh. “Great movie” it all he says afterwards.
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