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Fixing a Hole
The next several weeks went by fast. Mr. James had told me that he spoke with Lucinda and she said that she sort of understood what I was going through, and that she had no hard feelings toward me. This made me feel a little better about staying in New York. Mr. James also had set up for my house to be sold, and had a moving company move all of my belongings to New York from my house in Oakdale. I had an empty apartment for a couple weeks, but it was all right, I had all I needed with Dave.
Unfortunately, NBC found me and told me that they had a great job for me lined up, an interview with the parents of JonBenet Ramsey in Atlanta, Georgia. This was wonderful, but I also had a lot of research to do on the story.
I was in the office sitting at my own desk. Yes, Dave ordered me one after I had agreed to stay at WNYX. I even had my own job title, I became the station manager, but still left Dave as my boss. Which was okay with me, because I really didn't even care. I was sitting at my desk in which I was reviewing some articles and testimony and the police report in which NBC provided for me on the Ramsey case. I was so excited, but on the other hand I couldn't understand why NBC agreed to give me the interview instead of Katie Couric or someone else.
I looked up and saw Bill. "Trying to." I replied.
"I think that it is great that you are going to Atlanta to interview the parents. Maybe you can get a confession out of them."
I chuckled. "Maybe."
I looked over into the break room and saw Dave and Lisa in there. It looked like they were talking about something, but I really couldn't make out what they were saying. Dave stormed out of the room looking very angry, but he smiled at me as he passed by. He went into his office and sat down. I decided that I should probably stay out of it.
I continued looking over the papers I had in front of me. They Beth came over to me and leaned forward on my desk.
"It looks like Dave and Lisa were fighting about something."
"I guess so." I replied to her statement.
"I wonder what they were fighting about."
"I really don't know."
"Do you care?"
"A little." I said. I knew what she was doing. Beth was trying to get a rise out of me for Lisa.
Then she kneeled in front of my desk. "Look, Audrey. I don’t know what is going on with you and Dave now. I just know that Lisa is a little jealous."
"I don't know. Maybe it's because Dave hooked up with you not long after they broke up."
"Who is Stewart then?" I asked.
"Oh," Beth said, "he is Lisa's boyfriend."
I didn't say anything for a moment. "If Lisa has a boyfriend than why is she jealous of me and Dave?"
"I don't know." Beth replied. She got up and walked away. I think she was confused herself.
I stayed late at work that night. Everyone had left except Lisa and
I was still looking over stuff for my interview and getting things together for the budget report that Mr. James said we were going to review in a couple days.
"Audrey," I turned around.
Lisa wheeled her chair over to my desk. "We need to talk."
"Okay," I said.
"Well, it's just that I know that everyone thinks that I am jealous of you and Dave…"
"Look Lisa," I started, "I know this."
"I know that you think I am too, but I want you to know that I am happy for you and Dave."
"You are?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. I mean, it was a hard decision for us to make when we broke up. But Dave is a good guy, so don't worry about him not treating you good or anything, because he will."
I paused, "Why does everyone think that Dave and I are so serious?"
"I thought you were." Lisa responded.
"No, I don't think that we are." I said, "I mean, we've gone out a few times, but I'm not in love with him or anything like that."
"Well, I'm sorry," Lisa said sincerely, "I honestly thought that you two were living together."
"Oh no," I said, "He only lives on the floor above me."
"Oh," Lisa looked surprised, "I am really sorry for assuming anything that wasn't true."
I started to gather my things to get ready and go home for the night.
"Well, I am glad that we got this chance to talk."
I grabbed my jacket and briefcase.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Lisa said.
I walked out of the office.
Outside the air was warm. It was the end of May now and New York was beautiful. I took a cab home. I really wanted to go out that night, but it was only a Tuesday and I knew that going out would probably be a bad idea. When I finally got home there were several messages on my answering machine. I didn't feel like calling anyone back, plus it was late. So I decided to check my email. I sat down at my computer and logged on.
"You've got mail." I heard the voice say.
I went through and checked my mail, I had quite a few messages. I started to look through them. One after the other, they were all forwards, which I hated reading. Then I got to the very last one. It didn't say whom it was from, but the email address read WINY32. I started to read through it, it was very sweet. After reading through it for a while I realized that I did know as to whom it was from. It was from Dave.
'Audrey, hello, I just thought that I would write because I am home right now and quite bored…." I continued to read it about halfway when I heard a knock on the door.
I got up to answer it. "Hi, Dave."
"Hi." He smiled. I saw that he had some files and folders with him. "I realize that it's late. But I was hoping that you could give me some thoughts on the budget report."
I saw him in, "You know, I really haven't had a chance to look at it real good. Maybe we could do this in the morning or something?"
"Are you sure that's what you want to do?" Dave asked me. "Because it is real urgent that we do this now because tomorrow Mr. James is going to sit down with us to look over this."
"Really?" I asked.
Dave nodded, "Yeah, this time of year Mr. James gets all crazy about where our money is going."
I thought for a moment. I wasn't too tired, plus the company might do me some good. "Okay," I agreed. I went and put some coffee on for the both of us.
It was a few hours later when I stopped looking over the budget report. Dave had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair was all messed up.
"We should probably pick this up in the morning." I said.
"You're right," Dave said. He rubbed his hands over his eyes. " I am pretty tired."
I got up and put my coffee cup in the kitchen. I turned around and there was Dave, he startled me.
"Oh!" I squealed. I put my hands over my head.
Dave put his hands on my shoulders. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I said, trying to catch my breath. Dave started laughing at me. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing." He smiled, but he kept laughing.
"It's not that funny." I said.
"I'm sorry," his face started to turn red. Seeing him laugh made me start laughing too.
"Look what you've done to me," I said. Tears started swelling in my eyes. But I pulled myself together.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine." I said. Dave stopped and stared at me. I looked back at him.
"Do you know how I feel about you?" he asked me.
I just glared at him. "No, I don't know how you feel about me." I could feel the tenseness between us right then. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that Lisa and I spoke tonight after work."
Dave looked surprise, he leaned back against the counter beside me. "You did?"
"Yeah. We talked about you."
"Really? I hope it was good."
"Well, more or less I spoke about my relationship with you." I said. "Lisa said that she wasn't jealous of our relationship and that she was happy for us." I paused. "So let me ask, who broke up with whom?"
"It was very mutual when we broke up, and now she's moved on."
"Sooner than what you had expected?"
"No. I don't care. I've moved on also." Dave looked over at me.
"Look," I started, "it's getting real late and I need to get to bed."
Dave looked down at his watch. "Yeah, I guess I better get upstairs and get to bed too."
I walked him to the door. "Well," I said, "I guess I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay." Dave said. He gave me a kiss, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, David." I said. Dave turned around and walked away to the elevator. I shut the door and heard the elevator doors open.
I went into my bedroom and lied down on the bed, thinking about what David had said to me earlier. 'Feelings?' I thought. How far did I let this go? Or maybe I wanted it to happen. After pondering the question for a while, I fell asleep still asking myself the same question.