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causing her to cry like a frightened little girl.
      “Just once I wish someone in this damn office could get something right and finished on time. Taking time out of my schedule to do other people’s work is not something I’m fond of doing,” he lectured. A glint of gold flecked in his brown eyes and he ran his hands through hair inhaling sharply.
      “Excuse me Ethan, I’ll be right back,” Emily said firmly.
      Pivoting on her heel, she walked to the door and turned the corner. Once she got far enough down the darkened hallway, assured that Ethan wouldn’t hear her cries, she sprinted for the stairs. When Emily reached her office she closed the door and leaned against the cool wood trying to calm her jolted nerves. Morgan had left her in such a bind with all of her screw-ups.
      Pulling up the email from Morgan, she saw that it was last year’s numbers, but the email was not forwarded from Ethan. Morgan had just attached the wrong copy.
  “Fuck me!” Emily blurted loudly. “Why didn’t I fucking catch this mistake?” She was merely yelling for stress release for her own sake into her dimly lit office.
      Emily slumped down in her chair and sat there for a moment staring at the email. Replaying the conversation with Ethan over and over in her mind and hearing his grating words wash over her, Emily felt like a scolded child who had done nothing but disappoint her parents. Ethan and Emily were equal colleagues, yet he somehow he seemed far superior in his role with the company than she did.
      “Who does Ethan think he is to treat me this way?”
      A shudder moved through Emily as she heard the thunder and lightning wickedly cracking outside. She peered out her window and saw the rain coming down in sheets. Emily wrapped her arms around her shoulders and sighed deeply.
      Knock…Knock…Knock
      “Emily, is everything alright?” Ethan asked softly.
      Emily would rather crawl under her desk and hide than face another berating from Ethan Carlson.

Chapter Six:
    Amanda

     
      Lying in bed staring at the ceiling Amanda felt restless. She looked at the time. It was nearly one-thirty in the morning. She contemplated reading the latest issue of Maison Bleue Magazine or finishing a chapter in the book she was reading. Flashes of lightening illuminated her bedroom, and seconds later, thunder rumbled in the distance. Startled by the noise Amanda sat up quickly, got out of bed and padded into the living room. Unlocking the sliding glass door to the balcony she felt the spring breeze hit her body. Why was it was warmer now than it was earlier today? That’s funny. Only in the Midwest was running both the air-conditioner and heater in the same day considered completely normal.
      She felt cold raindrops sporadically hit her skin like tiny needles. The skyline over Grand Rapids was especially colorful tonight giving it an iridescent glow from the lightening. The intense illuminating flashes and loud thunderous claps reminded Amanda of another stormy May night. A loud bang and jolt of lightening that seemed to be very close to the condo sent Amanda retreating back inside, closing the door behind her. 
      Crossing the living room, she peeked to see if Daniel was in his room. He was not. She wondered what bar he was in downtown, no doubt dancing the stormy night away. Opening the fridge she pulled out a bottle of coconut water and headed back to her bedroom. Perusing her well assorted collection of books, stemming from literary classics to murder mysteries and a few dirty novels for just plain fun, she saw the purple floral print box located on the top shelf.
      Pulling the box down carefully, she slid the top back and started rifling through its contents. There were tons of photos, pictures of her days at Notre Dame and tailgating with friends before the big game. There was one of her standing with her father on the eighteenth green of the golf course at the club in her wedding gown.  She sometimes