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 Laraâs is trying to tell me where the groceries should go, in her opinion anyway.
I just canât 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 theyâre just as kind for all their help.
I make us all coffee and after weâre 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. Heâs 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. Laraâs 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. Itâs easier to get a network started than I imagined. Since weâre 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 thatâs my starting point. I contact the banks and register as a merchant with them. Itâs easiest to get paid and gives us access to their clients for what itâs 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.
By the end of the first week I have a robust list of providers and I send it to Lara telling her that Iâm confident that we can launch the service after a few tests.
Lara is amazed and agrees that we should go ahead in two weeks time after testing the providers. The network Iâve set up is purely to get started.
Once weâre started Iâll start to bring providers on board directly reducing any risk of errors and increasing margins.
Friday night arrives and Jessica calls me. We havenât met since Iâve returned to LA and she invites me to a club, I agree and meet her outside at seven. She is with someone and she introduces me to Clark.
âClark who arranged the job for me?â I ask.
âThe very same one,â Jessica smiles. Theyâre holding hands and make a cute couple.
âI havenât had a chance to thank you in person yet,â I say. âFirst five drinks are on me,â I tell him.
Clark is nice. Heâs 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 stubble and his smile is warm and friendly. He seems very easygoing and Jessica looks very happy.
She landed on her feet after my business went bust and Iâm really happy for her. I hope that someday we can work together again.
Jessica is smiling from ear to ear. Sheâs obviously very happy with Clark. Sheâs 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 is not too much. Itâs just right. Sheâs oblivious to the stares of other men around us and has eyes only for Clark.
Iâm wearing a white mini dress as well. Itâs a bit more conservative than Jessicaâs but it still accentuates my figure. Iâm finishing the week on a high and Iâm hoping to end the night on a high too. There are lots of nice looking guys and I hope to catch a gentlemanâs eye and get lucky. Iâve been on my own for far too long and tonight Iâd like to change it even if itâs just for one night. Donât get me wrong, I donât normally do one night stands but my hormones are raging and the drink and music doesnât help.
The queue moves quickly and soon weâre in the club. We find a table and order drinks. The club fills up quickly and gets crowded.
After our third round of drinks the DJ changes and kicks the music up 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. Theyâre just like Amber and Dane.
Youâre getting left behind, I think to myself. Youâre going to be the spare wheel soon if you donât get your act together.
I order another round of drinks for when Clark and Jessica return to the table. When they return I decide itâs my turn and head out onto the dance floor alone.
I close my eyes and feel the beat of the music. It feels so damn good to dance again and I enjoy myself. A few guys join me and try their luck. Theyâre either too drunk or rude and I ignore them one by one. Maybe Iâm too stuck up or my standards are too high. I begin to doubt Iâm going to get lucky tonight.
Just enjoy yourself, I tell myself. I can always get lucky with myself if I really have to. I close my eyes and lose myself to the music again.
A few moments later I collide with someone behind me. Theyâre pretty solid and I bounce off them. I lose my balance and fall on the floor. I curl into a ball afraid of being trampled and kicked by the clubbers. I brushed past them when I feel and theyâve all stopped wondering whatâs happened and then offering to help. One hand reaches me first and I realize itâs the person who collided with me.
Iâm irritated and I take his hand. I want to give him a piece of my mind. He pulls me up easily.
âYou should be more careful!â I scold him. âI could have been hurt!â
âIâm sorry,â he says into my ear so I can hear him over the music and the noise.
I pull him close, âAre you drunk?â Iâm still pissed at him.
âI donât believe so,â he replies. âIt was an accident. Iâm sorry. Let me buy you a drink.â
He leans back and the light catches his face.
I open my mouth to speak but I close it. Iâm speechless. Itâs... itâs... him.â
He sees the surprise on my face and frowns before he recognizes me a moment later. His surprise quickly gives way to a smile.
âI donât believe this!â he shouts over the noise. âViola.â
I was still wondering if I was seeing things and if it really was him but when he says my name I know it is.
âRick?â I shout.
He nods grinning from ear to ear. âWhere have you been?â
I shrug. Itâs too much to try and tell over the noise in the club. Before I can do anything he reaches out and grabs my hand and pulls me towards him.
âLetâs go somewhere we can talk,â he says.
I look up into his eyes. Iâm lost and I nod but then I press against him. âWait. Iâm here with friends. I need to tell them Iâm leaving.â
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