Damn the agreement!
As I grabbed the wheel and sped off into the distance, all I could think was, "Damn the confidentiality agreement!"
- 1 HOUR 13 MINUTES EARLIER THAT DAY -
It was 2:47 PM on a hot Thursday afternoon, in a town where too hot can make you sweat like being on the receiving end of a double barrel shotgun. I was on the way to my regular rendezvous with my therapist, like a typical Thursday would play out, but this Thursday was different.
This Thursday, I entered the threshold and made my way to the seating area, finding my usual spot on the luscious couch fit for any dame. I was tired and it had been a long night, so I slowly let the weight of my eyelids drift towards the floor. As the room went black my other senses heightened, I began to take in the easily ignored perceptions of the office. As I listened to the gentle hum of the A.C. unit, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
I opened my eyes to an attractive young man coming around the corner into the office. This amounted to the assumption that he had just finished an engagement on the upper level. When the young man entered the room he looked at me, a smile drew across his face. His lips parted and he spoke a soft, sweet, "Hey."
He proceeded to the desk, with paperwork in hand. Paperwork that could mean only one thing, He was new. The files he would be filling are the necessary requirements any new client had to go through. I knew this from my early days around this office. I listened in as he spoke to the dame at the desk; he questioned about payments, my eyes questioned more. On his way back from the desk something monumental would surely happen.
But it seems I would be caught. As I waited for the young man to turn around, so that I could give him the secret signal, and pass my stomping ground in his exiting, my lady therapist entered the room from the other side. I was torn; I cast one more quick glace at the young man before I headed towards the stairs. I walked slowly, dragging my feet, behind my lady, hoping that the young man would turn to see me leave the room. But the young man was too involved in his discussion with the dame at the desk. As I walked up the stairs behind my lady I began to wonder, "Had he just finished with the lady?", "Could the lady make the connections?", and "Did the lady even notice?"
I heard the young man's footsteps head towards the exit located next to the stairs. I turned around at a moment when my lady's back was turned, hoping for another glimpse. But I was already too far up the stairs to see past the overhang, I only spotted his feet exiting the premises. That's when my lady started to turn. She flashed me a smile as though she knew what I was thinking. We sat and had our session, but my mind kept drifting to thoughts of this mysterious young man I had just encountered. Each time I did so, my lady's expression would change. Had she developed the power to read my very thoughts?
The last thing my lady said as I left through the door was, "You need to meet a new person."
Was this the only secret sign she could give me? Perhaps she was cluing me in to information she wasn't privileged to give out. Information in this town has its price, but my lady keeps information locked and sealed shut. The night before had been long; I could only think that perhaps I was taking it for more than it was worth. But perhaps he would fill up the two o'clock hour before my three o'clock hour every Thursday. Was it wrong for my sole reason for returning here the next week to be to investigate the case of this mysterious young man? I had too many questions, but I would investigate his case.
I got in my car with these thoughts in mind, and I couldn't help but thinking...
"Damn the agreement."
- 1 HOUR 13 MINUTES EARLIER THAT DAY -
It was 2:47 PM on a hot Thursday afternoon, in a town where too hot can make you sweat like being on the receiving end of a double barrel shotgun. I was on the way to my regular rendezvous with my therapist, like a typical Thursday would play out, but this Thursday was different.
This Thursday, I entered the threshold and made my way to the seating area, finding my usual spot on the luscious couch fit for any dame. I was tired and it had been a long night, so I slowly let the weight of my eyelids drift towards the floor. As the room went black my other senses heightened, I began to take in the easily ignored perceptions of the office. As I listened to the gentle hum of the A.C. unit, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
I opened my eyes to an attractive young man coming around the corner into the office. This amounted to the assumption that he had just finished an engagement on the upper level. When the young man entered the room he looked at me, a smile drew across his face. His lips parted and he spoke a soft, sweet, "Hey."
He proceeded to the desk, with paperwork in hand. Paperwork that could mean only one thing, He was new. The files he would be filling are the necessary requirements any new client had to go through. I knew this from my early days around this office. I listened in as he spoke to the dame at the desk; he questioned about payments, my eyes questioned more. On his way back from the desk something monumental would surely happen.
But it seems I would be caught. As I waited for the young man to turn around, so that I could give him the secret signal, and pass my stomping ground in his exiting, my lady therapist entered the room from the other side. I was torn; I cast one more quick glace at the young man before I headed towards the stairs. I walked slowly, dragging my feet, behind my lady, hoping that the young man would turn to see me leave the room. But the young man was too involved in his discussion with the dame at the desk. As I walked up the stairs behind my lady I began to wonder, "Had he just finished with the lady?", "Could the lady make the connections?", and "Did the lady even notice?"
I heard the young man's footsteps head towards the exit located next to the stairs. I turned around at a moment when my lady's back was turned, hoping for another glimpse. But I was already too far up the stairs to see past the overhang, I only spotted his feet exiting the premises. That's when my lady started to turn. She flashed me a smile as though she knew what I was thinking. We sat and had our session, but my mind kept drifting to thoughts of this mysterious young man I had just encountered. Each time I did so, my lady's expression would change. Had she developed the power to read my very thoughts?
The last thing my lady said as I left through the door was, "You need to meet a new person."
Was this the only secret sign she could give me? Perhaps she was cluing me in to information she wasn't privileged to give out. Information in this town has its price, but my lady keeps information locked and sealed shut. The night before had been long; I could only think that perhaps I was taking it for more than it was worth. But perhaps he would fill up the two o'clock hour before my three o'clock hour every Thursday. Was it wrong for my sole reason for returning here the next week to be to investigate the case of this mysterious young man? I had too many questions, but I would investigate his case.
I got in my car with these thoughts in mind, and I couldn't help but thinking...
"Damn the agreement."