Weathered Chapter 12.

Listening to: Slow Day-Howie
Feeling: glittery

The phone rang without mercy and the secretary looked at her boss. He sat in his office with his work in front of him. His back was against his chair and he leaned on one hand while his highlighter brought out important notes. She took the latest message and buzzed into his office. Of course he didn't answer, so she had to walk to his room.

When she knocked on his door, she watched him continue working and said, "You've got twenty messages you have to respond to, sir."

He looked sternly at her and said, "Then make them yourself. I've got work I'm doing."

Her brows came together and she said, "I will not accept this attention from you sir. Whatever has your pants in a twist, fix it. Until then, I'm going to be taking an extended leave."

His highlighter stopped in mid sentence and he growled, "Get out of my sight, you wench."

She frowned and threw the pad of messages onto his desk. It landed on his work and she left the room. When he heard his door slam shut he let out a deep breath and relaxed. Then he started running his highlighter again and his eyes skimmed the messages. He spotted a new message and laid his highlighter down.

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The path was worn by several travelers and some underbrush began to cover it. It ran through a quiet section of the city park and past the last pine tree in sight. Her eyes watched for any signs of followers as her feet led her to the meeting place. When she reached the clearing at the lake she stopped and waited. Then a bush rustled and she looked to the exposing woman.

She smirked and asked, "Got the disc still?"

She nodded and said, "Just tell me what to do next."

The woman nodded and said, "Figured you'd want another assignment, but we're letting you have a few weeks off to recover. That gang is getting too close to discovering us and that means we need you fully rested."

Her eyes narrowed and she asked, "What am I suppose to do then, Mags? It's not like I love to take vacations. Last one ended rather poorly."

Mags smirked and said, "I remember, but you still have no choice. Go take some time at the beach back home or something. Just take a break. You deserve it, Amy."

She looked at the lake and asked, "Do we have anything on him yet?"

The woman sighed and said, "Nope. Just disappeared. Maybe you should do some looking around when you go back there."

She pulled out a sachet and said, "All the files are what we need. Cleaned it into perfect condition."

Mags chuckled and said, "Changing the subject again. You never cease to amaze me."

Then she took the sachet and walked back into the underbrush. With the woman gone, she let out a deep breath. She was so exhausted that her dreams had developed into nightmares of any thing from past to present events. The sound of a small vacation slowly started to appeal to her. With nothing else to hold her back, she could easily escape back home for a couple of weeks and not miss a thing.

'Do I really want to though? What if I don't find what I want when I get there?'

PGS

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