Page 38 of Whispered Sins
The name alone made my breath catch. I hadn’t been there since Addison strolled in and changed my entire life.
“Can we do a raincheck? I have somewhere to be.”
Brody looked disappointed. “Tomorrow night?” he suggested.
“Tomorrow it is.”
I watched Brody walk down the hallway to his office before I stopped at Margaret’s desk.
“May I help you, Mr. Jacobs?”
“I was hoping you could find the address for one of our associates.”
“Which one?” she asked, placing her pale pink-painted fingertips on the keyboard.
“Addison Heartly.”
A few clicks of the keyboard sounded.
“Ah, yes. The Leading to Learn office. I can write the address down for you.”
She reached for a post-it.
“Um, no. Actually, I was in need of her home address.”
Margaret looked at me curiously before looking back at her computer screen. She scrolled the screen and then back up.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have her personal information on file.”
“Well, can you find it?” I asked, drumming my fingers on the desktop.
“I could try…” she replied.
“Thank you. I’ll be in my office.”
I walked down the hallway and into my office. I sat in my chair and refreshed my inbox again. There was still nothing from Addison. I scrolled through all of my sent emails to her and suddenly felt embarrassed. There were thirteen total. All sitting and staring at me as reminders of how badly I had screwed this up.
I sighed and looked out the window. I felt desperate and out of control. Two feelings I despised.
A knock sounded at my door.
“Come in,” I said eagerly.
Margaret stepped inside holding a bright yellow post-it. I felt hopeful for the first time in a long time.
“I have that address for you, Mr. Jacobs,” she said.
She held out the sticky piece of paper proudly. I took it from her and read the words silently. I guessed I was heading to Brooklyn.
“Thank you, Margaret. I’ll be heading out now. Please hold my calls.”
“Of course, sir,” she said before slipping out the door.
I grabbed my jacket, sliding it on over my shoulders before heading out the door. Downstairs at the curb, Armand waited. I wondered if he ever did anything else besides wait on me.
“Where to, Mr. Jacobs?” he asked as he opened the back door.
“Brooklyn,” I replied, sliding into the car.
