Page 49 of The Family Man

Bae: Your pussy. It just occurred to me I didn’t see your tits. I need to fix that.

Me: I will see you when I get home. I’m headed into a meeting.

Bae: Bye.

Someone knocks on my car window. I let it down. “Hi, I am here to see Emily Montcroix. My name is Sage Loveridge.”

The stoic man’s bald head shines in the evening sun. He pushes a clipboard at me. “Sign your name and time here.”

I do, and the black wrought iron gate opens.

“Miss Montcroix is waiting for you outside. Have a great day,” he gestures with his hand for me to go pass through the opened gates.

I take a two-minute drive to the house; the drive takes me through a well-manicured dense bamboo forest.

“This is beautiful,” I whisper. Finally, I arrive at a cobblestone, circular driveway with a white abstract water fountain in the middle.

I park the car in front of the house and lower my windows again. A happy blonde woman with short bob hair smiles at me. She looks familiar.

“I am Emily. I will have my help park your car for you. Is that okay?” she asks.

“Sure.” I gather my bag and my portfolio. I step out of the car in my new light pink stilettos and I pass the key toashort balding man in a white shirt and black pants.

The house is a mansion and is breathtaking.

“Hi, again I am Emily Montcroix.” She stretches her hand out to me. I shake it. She is a little shorter than I am, but her grip is strong.

“Sage Loveridge.” I give my biggest smile.

She is dressed meticulously. She has on all white. White pants, white embroidered lace bodysuit, a white boyfriend jacket. Her jewelry is simple. I love her charm and bracelet. She also is wearing a thin link gold chain with a “S” pendant. Her makeup is contoured, her skin is glowing. She looks like she has her life together.

Why does she need me again?

“Well. Ms. Montcroix, how can I help?”

“Come in, don’t call me Ms. Montcroix, that’s my mom. Call me Em.”

I smile/ “Call me Sage. Your home is beautiful.”

We walk past two large copper fire bowls that sit on either side of the walkway leading to the door.

She pushes the custom glass door open, and I enter a tranquil atrium. I think it’s the floor to ceiling windows that create this peace.

“This is my open concept great room, these tiles are porcelain, imported from Italy,” she points to her right “Through that door is a European style kitchen that I never use.”

She leads me to her right and we enter a glass elevator. As it goes up, I can see outside of the house, two modern rectangular pools and a jacuzzi.

“My home is over 9000 square feet, five bedrooms and six baths.” The elevator opens and we step out and walk straight ahead. It opens to walnut colored doors, and I lose my breath.

We enter the primary bedroom and immediately a private patio comes into view. I can see a waterway, and small yachts pass the house by. The room smells like a luxurious mix of diffused tea tree oil and orange.

A beige upholstered wall sits proudly behind her king size bed.

“Come this way. My ensuite has his and her closets.” I hear nothing she says when I see the large walk-in shower with multiple body sprays and a huge rain showerhead.

A large bathtub sits in front of it.

“This is stunning, Ms. Montcroix.”

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