The Perfect Woman (Part IV)

“Why does she continue to hover all the time? I mean, you’re divorced, so shouldn’t she be moving on or something?” asked Raya.

“She thinks we still have a chance.”

“Is there?”

Bryson walked back over to his desk lost in thought without answering Raya’s question.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Is there?”

“Is there what?” asked Bryson confused.

“A chance you and your ex-wife could get back together?”

Bryson breathed deep and let it out. “No.”

“Not from where I’m standing.”

“What are you talking about?

“You lack of response and your body language. Your mind was miles away. You still love her.”

Instead of paying attention to what Raya was saying, Bryson swiveled his chair around to face the window. Reaching both hands behind his head, he laced his fingers and leaned into them.

Raya watched in stunned disbelief. She couldn’t believe he blew her off like this. “At least have the decency to look at me and listen to what I just said.”

“Oh, I heard you. Quite frankly it’s none of your business.”

“That does it.” Raya stormed over to his office door, unlocked it, and turned her head around, “Find another sucker. We’re through. I don’t need to be treated this way.”

She opened his office door just as Bryson’s ex-wife was exiting Jack’s office. Raya waved her over and said, “Your husband’s in his office. He was trying to avoid you.” Behind her the squeak of Bryson’s office chair filled the air and his footsteps thundered across his office floor. She strolled back to her cubicle in the secretarial pool and sat down as Bryson’s ex-wife sailed across the front of her cubicle, leaving a mountain of perfume in her wake. A couple seconds later a resounding “Whack!” stung the air.

(To Be Continued)