Part II
The day dragged on, and while I received more than my normal share of sidelong glances from the men in the office, none of them seemed to notice my firm legs in the silk stockings, or the curve of my hips filling the skirt as they swayed from side to side when I walked in those heels that were a bit too high for office wear. Still, I felt strangely sexy, as though I were still dressing for him.
"Damn him" I raged inside. "How dare he dump me like that! He didn't even have the guts to tell me to my face. What a sorry bastard." I knew that if I stayed angry, the hurt wouldn't turn into pain, and the tears would stay locked inside. I resolved to leave the office at an early hour that night, for I wanted to go out and enjoy myself. I was planning to go to the country club where most of the other executives of my company were members. It was an exclusive place, and the men there were good-looking, wealthy, and powerful. As I thought about the after-hours relaxation I had planned for this evening, my secretary buzzed me.
"Ma'am," he said, "I wanted to remind you about the staff meeting at 3 today. It's ten minutes till, and I don't want you to be late."
"Thanks," I replied, "I'd better get myself in gear, and get over to the conference room."
I pressed the button on the intercom to end the connection, thinking, "He is so great. For a man who's only in his mid-twenties, he sure does keep me organized." Which was true. He literally kept my life in order for me. At least my work life. I picked up my purse and briefcase and walked to the door. I took my seat at the table in the meeting room, and watched all the other executives arrive. They were all laughing, and joking around as men do in corporate boardrooms. "Look at all these powerful men." I thought. "Why can't I find one like one of these?" The meeting started, and as I listened to the drone of sales projections and production figures for the next two hours, I realized that I simply wasn't able to concentrate on anything but an empty house, and an empty bed. I felt like crying, but I couldn't. Not in this room full of men who couldn't possibly understand.
The meeting finally ended, and as I walked out to my car, I remembered that I hadn't finished the personnel figures for the next quarter. "Damn!" I raged. "I wanted to get out of here at a reasonable hour today, and it isn't going to happen. Oh well," I thought. "I'm not going home to anyone, and I don't have to be anywhere to meet anybody." I trudged wearily back to my office and found my secretary sitting at his desk, doing paperwork.
"I wanted to stay and see if there was anything else you needed before I went home," he said. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No," I replied. "You can go on home. You've done enough for today."
"Thanks," he said with a smile on his face, as he picked up his briefcase. "I've got big plans for tonight. I'm going to ask my girlfriend to marry me."
"That's wonderful," I said. "She's a lucky girl."
"Well," he said, "I was going to wait until I finished night school, but we've been dating for four years already, and I don't want her to think I'm not in love with her." He smiled again, and left for the night.
"Four years," I breathed, as I watched the door close behind him. "That's an awfully long time." More than I had ever been able to stay in a relationship. The bitterness welled up inside me, and I sank into my chair in despair. I started in on the pile of documents on my desk, oblivious to everything but the seemingly endless pile of paper. The minutes slid away, merging into hours, and I looked up at the clock as I signed the last hiring slip. Good grief! It was almost 8:30! I quickly gathered up my suit coat, my purse, and my briefcase. I felt rushed as I remembered that I had wanted to go out tonight. For a moment I wavered, trying to decide between going out and having a few drinks, and going home to cry into a lonely pillow. The drinks won out, as I realized I could stay as long as I wanted. It was Friday, and the pillow could wait. It would always be there. Briskly, I walked down to the parking lot, unlocked my car, and started out for the club.
To be continued...
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