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Walker- Waiting isn’t my style

Me- Could have fooled me.

Walker- Tomorrow, 5 p.m.

Me- Goodnight, Walker

Walker- Night, Emerson

The door opens, and Maren eyes me wearily. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re flushed, like really flushed.”

“I was flirting with Walker.”

She rolls her eyes and goes back to her computer. Once the information is uploaded, she loads it to Dropbox for my records. We each log into our assigned VPN Proxy servers and send Mr. Trek the information from today. When that’s complete, she emails the remainder of our invoice.

“Done.” She shuts down her computer and sits across from me on her bed. “What now?”

“Now, we order room service and watch really bad TV.”

“Deal.”

Two hours later, we’re tipsy, cackling uncontrollably as we watch the train wreck unfolding on Bad Girls Club.

One thing is for sure, no matter what Maren and I get into, we have nothing on these crazy women. Both of us jolt out of bed when we hear the banging in the hall. Together, we creep to the door and crack it open to see several men in a semi-circle in the hallway. I recognize Mr. Trek, who knocks forcefully on the door in front of him.

“Oh shit, I guess he got the video,” Maren whispers and crouches down, lodging herself below me to get a better view.

The boyfriend from earlier opens the door, clearly drowsy, and is ready to yell until he sees who it is.

“Tell my wife I’m in the hallway,” Mr. Trek informs the man who disappears out of sight.

Cyndi appears, visibly shaken, pale as a sheet, and clutching her robe around her. “Rob—” she starts but closes her mouth when Mr. Trek raises his hand for silence.

He jerks his chin to the men in suits, who go to the elevator and haul suitcases back, lining them against the wall.

“You’ll find all of your personal belongings have been packed. If anything was left behind, you can have your lawyer contact mine and I’ll have them shipped to wherever you are. As of tonight, you are not welcome back in our home unless invited. I suggest you hire counsel soon so we can make this as swift and painless as possible. There’s five thousand dollars in your personal account. I’ve canceled all our joint credit cards, and the bank has been given instructions for any withdrawals to have my approval.” He’s stone still, his voice full of so much acid and fury, I get a chill.

“What are you doing, Rob? Let me explain.”

“Let you explain what, Cyndi? How hours ago, you fucked a man in a public hot tub with my fucking wedding rings shining in the light?”

Her face goes even whiter at his declaration. “How did you—? What do you think you saw—?”

“Save me the stupidity. How and what is inconsequential. I gave you a chance to explain what was happening in your head. That time is over. We are over. I told you when we dated, I have room for a lot of things, but infidelity is not one.”

“You can’t be serious.” She tightens her robe and glances around, becoming aware of the audience of men.

“I’m dead serious.”

“Can’t we talk about this like civilized adults? You can’t understand how I feel. You’re never around. My life became nothing but play dates and corporate dinner parties. I wanted to feel wanted, loved.”

“Wrong thing to say, Cyndi. I’m around, always have been. You and Billy are my life. You were always wanted and very loved. But don’t worry about play dates and corporate events anymore. I’m lifting that burden from you.”

“You can’t take my son.” She grows angry, her eyes burning into him.