Cold Feet

VIOLA

Amber and Dane drop me off at the apartment. They stay a short while, partially out of curiosity to see what the apartment looks like and to check that everything works.

Lara must have had someone come by because the sheets are clean and the bed is newly made. The place looks spotless and still smells of detergent here and there from where the floor or cupboards have been cleaned.

Groceries have been delivered an unpacked around the kitchen. I guess Lara’s is trying to tell me where the groceries should go, in her opinion anyway.

I just can’t get over her kindness and I send her another message thanking her as tears threaten to spill from my eyes again. Even Amber and Dane remark at how kind she is. I tell them they’re just as kind for all their help.

I make us all coffee and after we’re finished they leave.

I take a shower and get into bed but I struggle to sleep. I wander about the house and finally take a seat on the sofa in the lounge by the window. The bright moonlight streams through and lights my light brown skin.

I think of my parents. I never really knew my father although he had least admitted his responsibility and paid for my schooling and education. He’s passed on as has my mother. She was a kind soul and I wonder what she would say if she could see me now.

I miss her and wish she was with me. I cry for her for a while and then finally heat some milk on the stove. After I finish it I go back to bed and fall asleep quickly.

I get up the next morning and make breakfast before I take a shower. Lara’s staff comes by at nine and delivers my laptop, mobile and other items I need for work. He sets everything up and shows me how to access the booking system as well as provider schedules.

After he leaves, I begin to work. It’s easier to get a network started than I imagined. Since we’re going to be working with top tier clients it goes without saying that most of them would have top tier credit cards. I know that most banks offer concierge services which will arrange anything for their clients, so that’s my starting point. I contact the banks and register as a merchant with them. It’s easiest to get paid and gives us access to their clients for what it’s worth. I inquire about advertising in their marketing brochures and get all the details. Then I search for private concierge service providers and soon I have a list of providers. I begin to contact them and interview them.

of the first week I have a robust list of providers and I send it to Lara telling

network I’ve set up is purely to get started. Once we’re started I’ll start to bring providers on board

and she invites me to a club, I agree and meet her outside at seven. She is

job for

one,” Jessica smiles. They’re holding hands and make a cute

thank you in person yet,” I say. “First five drinks are on me,” I

He’s a bit taller than Jessica even with her high heels. His black hair is styled with gel and he looks to be thirtyish. His face is covered in

landed on her feet after my business went bust and I’m really happy for her.

from ear to ear. She’s obviously very happy with Clark. She’s wearing a black mini dress cut low with a deep v down to her navel and her signature high heels. Her hair is tied up in a bun on top of her head and her make up

bit more conservative than Jessica’s but it still accentuates my figure. I’m finishing the week on a high and I’m hoping to end the night on a high too. There are lots of nice looking guys and I hope to catch a gentleman’s eye and get lucky. I’ve been on my own for far too long and tonight I’d like to change it even if it’s just for one night. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t normally do one night

soon we’re in the club. We find a table and order drinks. The

a few notches. The dance floor is flooded and Jessica and Clark disappear in the crowd. I glimpse them occasionally between the press of bodies. They dance and hug and kiss alternately. They are so damn in love. They’re just like

myself. You’re going to be the spare wheel soon if you don’t get your act

round of drinks for when Clark and Jessica return to the table. When they return I decide it’s my turn and head

of the music. It feels so damn good to dance again and I enjoy myself. A few guys join me and try their luck. They’re either too drunk or rude

always get lucky with myself if I really have to. I close my eyes and lose myself to the

trampled and kicked by the clubbers. I brushed past them when I feel and they’ve all stopped wondering what’s happened and

him a piece of my mind. He pulls me up easily.

should be more careful!” I scold

I can