Unwritten by M.C. Decker

Author:M.C. Decker [Decker, M. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00NFT4XMO
Goodreads: 21847053
Publisher: M.C. Decker
Published: 2014-09-08T06:00:00+00:00

November 2011

I didn’t hear from Rich at all during the two weeks that I was in the city. I spent most of the first week apartment hunting. I was worried everything would be out of my price range, but decided I needed to splurge a little in order to meet my needs. I mean, in my world, it was a necessity to have a dishwasher and washing machine and dryer. I didn’t live near my dad anymore and I couldn’t stand the thought of lugging my dirty clothes to the Laundromat each week.

I also wanted something that I felt was safe and within walking distance of grocery stores, restaurants, theatres and museums. I could take a cab to work, but I didn’t want the additional cost for simple things such as grabbing a gallon of milk, or taking in a movie.

I settled on a beautiful high-rise on the city’s west side, if you could call it “settling” as the apartment building was fairly new with modern amenities such as a doorman, first-floor gym with an in-house tanning salon and a clubhouse area with an enormous, flat-screen television and billiard table.

It was a little out of my price range, but I was able to get a pretty good deal as the current tenants had to leave right away and were looking for an immediate subletter and would pick up a portion of the monthly rent for the next eight months.

I would have to decide at that point if it was something I could afford on my salary, or find something else a little more in my price range. I would have a better handle on the city by then, I thought, and this place was just too good to pass up right now.

Cass left me after the first week in D.C.; I spent the second week unpacking my boxes. I hired another set of movers once I signed my lease, in order to move my furniture out of storage.

It was Saturday evening; I was enjoying my last days of freedom before work would claim my life on Monday morning. I was just getting ready to pop a frozen pizza into the oven when my phone signaled with an incoming text message.

Rich: Hey Brooke, I know I said I would give you your space, but I just wanted to make sure you had found an apartment and were settling in all right. If you don’t have any plans tonight, I’d like to take you to dinner, just as friends and soon-to-be co-workers, of course. I’ve asked a few other reporters to join us so you wouldn’t think I had anything else in mind. I mean, I do, but space … I promised you space. Anyways, I’m banking on the hopes that you have been surviving on frozen pizza this week and could use a night out on the town with good food, some drinks and a little human interaction. So, what do you say?

Frozen pizza? Does he have cameras in here? I chuckled before sending him a quick response.

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