Page 51 of The Family Man

“That’s so far away!” she whines.

“I know, but I’m a person of my word to my clients,” I close my books and I start to pack up.

“Okay, next Monday. You are glowing, by the way,” Emily says

It’s the dick effect. I don’t tell her that. “Thank you.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes, I do. He is wonderful” I think about him, and I want to rush to get home.

“Hold on to him or someone can just pass by and snatch him away from you,” she says, her eyes twinkling.

“Excuse my language, but pray for the bitch that does.”

Emily throws herself back on the lounge chair “I do like you.”

As we make our way back to my car, her guard comes up to us. “Excuse me, madame, your car is not starting.”

“My car. I just bought it! Can you take me to it?”

The three of us walk into a four-car garage. I touch my baby, open the door, and let my key card touch the console. Nothing happens.

“I have to call my insurance. They will send someone for me.”

“Come back in the house and take your time. It’s okay,” Emily says. She leads me out of her garage and back to the house.

I place the call to my insurance, they will be here in ten minutes. I’m so upset. I call my sisters, none of them are answering.

“Let me call my boyfriend, he can come pick me up.” As I reach to dial, Emily screams out.

“No! God! I have more than three cars here. I can take you home.” She falls back on her sofa.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s the least I can do,” she utters.

It took the tow truck twenty minutes to get my car.

Emily’s guard brings her Red SUV around “Punch in your address and I will take your home. I did and she just stared at the screen.

“Charleswood, I know some people there. Ok let me get you home.”

Unlike before she becomes quite like she is having a conversation in her head.

As she parks her car in front of my door “Your house is gorgeous Sage. I love the tulips.”

“Thank you. They are my pride and joy. Thank you so much for bringing me home.”

She smiles widely at me, but it looks fake. I must be tired “It’s no problem. Are you friends with your neighbor?”

Do friends fuck? I laugh in my head “Yes, he is my boyfriend.”

“Aww you have to tell me how you guys met sometime.” She unlocks the door for me to get out.

“Maybe sometime. Have a great night,” I answer. I walk up to my house, and I look back at her. Her face looks like it smells something disgusting, then she smiles.

“Ok that’s weird.” I open the house and walk inside.

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