He's Just A Friend by Mary B. Morrison

Author:Mary B. Morrison
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2011-03-15T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

Next Friday morning arrived with bittersweet memories of Harry and Byron. After soaking in depression—and locking herself in her apartment—for a week, yesterday Byron surprised Fancy with a deluxe spa-and-dinner package at the Claremont Resort. Then he’d given her a gift certificate to Top Notch Hair Salon so all Fancy had to do was schedule an appointment with Raeshelle. When Fancy asked, “Why haven’t you paid me?” Byron replied, “Why did you wait so long to tell me you haven’t been paid? I’ll call my accountant first thing Monday morning.”

Promises. Promises. Until Fancy had a check in her hand, she had no choice; she had to return to work. The eight-thirty train was overcrowded. An attractive well-dressed guy smiled down at her. Fancy avoided eye contact and stared out the window as the train zoomed through the tunnel. Fancy worried what would happen when Harry saw her walk into his office.

“Montgomery Street Station. Please watch your step as you exit the train,” the conductor seductively said. His voice was deep yet soft.

“Oh,” Fancy said, shaking her head, “this is my stop.” She slowly maneuvered uphill, stepping aside for anyone walking too close behind her. Forget Harry. Even if Fancy were late, Harry couldn’t fire her after forcing himself upon her. By the time Fancy finished suing Harry, she’d be his boss. Fancy and Associates was all right, but Fancy Ass sounded better. If Whoopi could name her company One Ho Productions, Fancy would name her business whatever she wanted.

Fancy sashayed into Washington and Associates wearing a red mid-thigh oriental dress. Thick spiral curls covered her gelled hairline. Thank goodness Raeshelle agreed to redo her weave right after work. Quickly, Fancy entered her office, locked the door, and closed the blinds. Picking up the phone Fancy immediately called the building’s security office.

“Yes, I’d like to report a rape.”

“A rape? This time of the morning? In this building? Did you say a rape?” the man questioned.

“Yes, a rape. I’m on the fifth floor, suite 701. And my name is Fancy Taylor.” Fancy hung up, still not certain that she’d done the right thing, but she had to do something. Moments later her phone rang.

“Washington and Associates property management, speak to me.”

“Is this Fancy Taylor?” The southern accent was unmistakable.

Fancy smiled, “Yes, Mrs. Lovely. How may I help you?”

“Honey, did you forget about me? I waited up until late that night for you. You never showed up. You don’t return my calls. It’s been months and I need some help with this place. I can’t afford to move else I’dda been done gone way from here.”

Fancy’s eyes narrowed at the thought of Harry. She couldn’t ask Mrs. Lovely to repeat herself. Fancy was so preoccupied with her problems that she hadn’t heard enough of what Mrs. Lovely said to respond appropriately. “I apologize Mrs. Lovely. I promise—”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Lovely, but may I call you back?” Fancy was in the process of hanging up the phone while Mrs. Lovely protested. Fancy cracked the door.

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