MidReal Story
Chapter One Aesthetics Credit The office was empty when I walked into work on Friday morning, except for a single pink rose in a vase on my desk. I recognized the bloom at once and the meaning behind it. Sunny McRae had sent it to me. I smiled as I sat down and placed my backpack under my desk. Sunflowers were his favorite, but pink rose meant gratitude and appreciation. He’d given me one after I’d solved his credit card fraud case, and another after I’d managed to get his store’s funding reinstated. And now this. I glanced around the office, half expecting Mr. McRae to jump out at me and surprise me, but I was alone with just the flowers. My co-workers hadn’t even arrived yet. It was rare for me to be the first one in, but I had an extra skip in my step this morning. The past week had been a whirlwind and I’d been working some late nights to get everything done, but it was all worth it now. The door creaked open and I jumped up from my seat, ready to give Mr. McRae a big thank you hug, but my smile faded when I saw who it really was. “Good morning,” Henry said, setting his things down at his desk. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed and wasn’t in the best of moods. “Morning.” I sat back down, pretending to organize my things. “You’re early today.” His eyes narrowed at me for a second before he started to slowly unpack his bag. “Yeah,” he said, “I have a lot to do today.” I looked up at him, waiting for him to say more. He didn’t. “Where’s everyone else?” I asked. “At the meeting.” “Oh.” The meeting. That made sense. They’d all be in there going over our progress for the month and talking about our goals for the next one. I’d been in those meetings before; they weren’t fun. Henry sat down in his chair, pulled up his computer, and began typing away. He barely gave me a second glance. I cleared my throat. “So…you got any plans for the weekend?” He looked over at me like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “It’s only Friday.” “Yeah, I know.” He shrugged. “Just the usual stuff, I guess.” “Oh.” I looked down at my hands and back up at him. “Do you want to do something? You know…like we used to.” Henry sighed and turned his attention back to his computer screen. “I don’t think that’s a good idea anymore.” “But why not? You haven’t even given it a chance.” He sighed again and rubbed at his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about this right now, Sarah.” My heart sank in my chest at his words. He wouldn’t even look at me now. I knew things had been different between us lately, but I’d thought those changes were because we’d both been so stressed out with work and everything else we had going on in our lives. But was it more than that? I didn’t know anymore. I took off my jacket and hung it on the back of my chair. “We should really try and make time for each other, Henry.” He waved me off as he typed away on his computer. “People make time for things they care about,” I said quietly. His fingers froze on the keys for a moment before he let out an exasperated breath. “We’ve been over this already,” he said sharply.
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Chapter One
Aesthetics Credit
The office was empty when I walked into work on Friday morning, except for a single pink rose in a vase on my desk. I recognized the bloom at once and the meaning behind it. Sunny McRae had sent it to me.
I smiled as I sat down and placed my backpack under my desk. Sunflowers were his favorite, but pink rose meant gratitude and appreciation. He’d given me one after I’d solved his credit card fraud case, and another after I’d managed to get his store’s funding reinstated. And now this.
I glanced around the office, half expecting Mr. McRae to jump out at me and surprise me, but I was alone with just the flowers. My co-workers hadn’t even arrived yet.
It was rare for me to be the first one in, but I had an extra skip in my step this morning. The past week had been a whirlwind and I’d been working some late nights to get everything done, but it was all worth it now.
The door creaked open and I jumped up from my seat, ready to give Mr. McRae a big thank you hug, but my smile faded when I saw who it really was.
“Good morning,” Henry said, setting his things down at his desk. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed and wasn’t in the best of moods.
“Morning.” I sat back down, pretending to organize my things. “You’re early today.”
His eyes narrowed at me for a second before he started to slowly unpack his bag.
“Yeah,” he said, “I have a lot to do today.”
I looked up at him, waiting for him to say more. He didn’t.
“Where’s everyone else?” I asked.
“At the meeting.”
“Oh.” The meeting. That made sense. They’d all be in there going over our progress for the month and talking about our goals for the next one. I’d been in those meetings before; they weren’t fun.
Henry sat down in his chair, pulled up his computer, and began typing away. He barely gave me a second glance.
I cleared my throat. “So…you got any plans for the weekend?”
He looked over at me like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “It’s only Friday.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He shrugged. “Just the usual stuff, I guess.”
“Oh.” I looked down at my hands and back up at him. “Do you want to do something? You know…like we used to.”
Henry sighed and turned his attention back to his computer screen. “I don’t think that’s a good idea anymore.”
“But why not? You haven’t even given it a chance.”
He sighed again and rubbed at his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about this right now, Sarah.”
My heart sank in my chest at his words. He wouldn’t even look at me now.
I knew things had been different between us lately, but I’d thought those changes were because we’d both been so stressed out with work and everything else we had going on in our lives. But was it more than that? I didn’t know anymore.
I took off my jacket and hung it on the back of my chair. “We should really try and make time for each other, Henry.”
He waved me off as he typed away on his computer.
“People make time for things they care about,” I said quietly.
His fingers froze on the keys for a moment before he let out an exasperated breath. “We’ve been over this already,” he said sharply.
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“Yeah, I know that. But just because we’re not together anymore doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends. You’re the one who said we could be friends.”
He turned to me and snapped, “I said I needed time, Sarah. It hasn’t even been a week.”
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my frustration at bay.
“I know that,” I said, “but I’m just trying to make plans for the weekend. That’s all.”
I reached out to touch his hand, but he pulled it away before I could make contact.
“Besides,” I said, “I need to talk to you about something important.”
He stopped typing and looked at me for a moment. “About what?”
I took a deep breath. “About me staying on with the…company.”
His eyes narrowed.
“That’s not up to me,” he said.
“I know,” I said quickly, “but I wanted to talk to you about putting in a good word for me or something.”
He began typing again.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
I bit my lip as I watched him.
“Thanks,” I said.
Then I waited for him to say something more, but he didn’t.
“Henry…”
“What?”
he snapped.
“I’m really sorry about what happened.”
He stopped typing again and looked at me with a forced smile.
“It’s fine,” he said.
“And I didn’t want it to come between us or anything.”
“It’s not.” He typed away fiercely on his keyboard.
“How is it not when you don’t even look at me anymore?”
I asked.
He sighed and rolled his eyes.
“I’ve been busy, Sarah,” he said.
“With work and stuff.” He turned back to his computer screen.
“I know that,” I said quietly, “but you’ve been acting like this since Monday.”
“Monday was a tough day,” he said.
“I had a lot on my mind.”
I nodded.
“I understand that, but…It’s like you’re mad at me or something”
He shook his head and let out a small laugh.
“Why would I be mad at you?”
he asked.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” He turned back to his computer screen.
