**** Matthew ****
She left again. That fu.cking b***h! If I can’t have her, no one can. A quick call
to Janet and I find out she’s back in Gettysburg, or she was. Janet scared her off apparently. i***t.
My intercom buzzes, Mia announces, “There’s a Mr. Jackson to see you. He doesn’t have an appointment but he’s insistent that it’s urgent. It’s something about your ex-wife.”
Mia’s been pissy the last few days. Professional but abrupt. I like flirty Mia better. I’ll have to apologize. Maybe she didn’t like that necklace. Did I remember to order it?
“Send him in,” I answer.
I rock back in my chair as Jackson comes in. I can see why he is good at his job. He’s utterly forgettable. Mousey brown hair, dull brown eyes, not too fat, not too thin; completely average. Unlike last time, today
