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her
otherwise.
    She put in a full day of work, her
head spinning with numbers by the time five o'clock rolled around. She had a
slight headache and wanted nothing more than to go home, have a nice dinner –
which in her book meant something she didn't have to microwave – and probably
just lounge around watching TV while she “defragged” her brain.
    So it was that her second day of
work passed uneventfully. She would schedule a spa treatment for first thing in
the morning, then go home and watch TV for a while, and then go to bed and crash.
    *
    Saturday morning dawned clear and
bright, the sky filled with white, puffy clouds blowing high up above the city.
It was a cool, blustery day, but there was no hint of snow in the air, so she
was content. She enjoyed her Swedish massage at the spa and then the body wrap
that followed.
    After she stepped out of the shower
following the body wrap and began dressing, she noticed that she had missed a
phone call. She looked at the screen, startled to see that the call had come
from Brecken’s extension at Shaw & Burk. Shit. Was she expected to show up
for work today? She tried to call him back, but he didn't answer. He wasn’t in
his office, so maybe he wasn’t at work, either. She didn't think too much about
it then, especially since he hadn’t left a voice message telling her to get her
ass to work. She decided that if he needed to call her back, he would.
    As Saturday was her day for running
errands and catching up on chores, she did just that on. After she returned
home from the spa, she made out a short list, went to the supermarket, and
purchased a couple of bags of groceries. Back home, she sat at the counter,
sipping coffee and paying bills. She then decided to walk a few blocks to her
local bank branch, thinking to talk to somebody about refinancing the loan she
had gotten last year to pay off her school debt.
    After all, she would be making quite
a bit more money now, and the thought of being debt-free in a couple of years
was certainly tempting. Of course, she wanted to put some money away into a
savings account, as well, just in case the job at Shaw & Burk didn't work
out, but she would do her best to make sure that it did. She might not be able
to find another job that paid so well. She had to make it work.
    By two o'clock that afternoon, she
was pretty much done with all her chores and errands and was ready to leave the
bank. No refinance. She had felt annoyed at first, but then decided she would
just make extra payments, which would result in much the same savings when it
came to interest.
    Even though it had grown a bit
cooler outside, she decided to go ahead and walk home. The streets weren’t too
crowded and the breeze was brisk as it blew through her hair, and she needed to
clear her thoughts, anyway. She sat behind a computer eighty percent of the time,
so getting outside and actually walking around felt pretty good.
    A few minutes later, however, she
began to get a niggling feeling that somebody was following her. She glanced
over her shoulder, looked at people walking along the street behind her, and noticed
that nobody was paying her any particular attention. She glanced across the
street. To her dismay, she noticed a tall man wearing a dark suit, holding up a
cell phone and pointing it in her direction. He couldn't be taking a picture of
her, could he? Why would he? She glanced at the building beside her, noticed
the stonework, and decided that he was just a fan of early twentieth century architecture.
    She continued on, shaking her head
at her silliness. Besides, a large number of people she passed on the street
were holding cell phones, some pausing right in the middle of the sidewalk to
text. It was so annoying. Still, she felt a little unnerved. She thought of Brecken.
He was probably followed all the time, probably experienced nosy people and
gossip magazine photographers snapping pictures of him doing every little
thing. That would certainly be