Maggie was lost in thought on the ride home. Pulling up to Maggie’s apartment, Stella asked “Any plans for this evening?”
“I’m going to kick back and relax and then Charlotte is coming over later.”
“Well, have fun and remember you never know when the phone might ring requesting a second interview.”
Maggie laughed, “Love you Mom but hey, don’t get your hopes up too high. Give Daddy my love and I’ll talk to you later.”
Maggie slipped from the car, subconsciously grabbing her shoes and briefcase while fumbling for her keys at the same time. Stella smiled at the familiar image of Maggie walking into the house absent minded with her shoes in one hand trying to locate her keys with the other. Stella waited until her front door opened and Maggie shut the door firmly behind her. Her daughter safely home, Stella’s thought turned toward dinner.
Maggie was greeted by her dog, Spike. Spike was a Cocker Spaniel, blonde, and when he wasn’t lazing about the apartment, he loved nothing more than smelling every possible blade of grass, hedge, and cactus known to mankind while outside.
“Let me change clothes real fast and then I’ll take you out,” Maggie said in response to Spike’s jumping around the front door like a madman. Maggie quickly shed the suit, tossing it nonchalantly on the bed, and slipped into a pair of yoga pants and a t-shit. Grabbing Spike’s leash, she slid on sandals and proceed to head outside for a quick walk of Spike knowing that the everyday activity would relax both of them and count as a workout.
Later that evening, Charlotte let herself into the apartment, “Hi Maggie what smells so amazing?”
“French Dip sandwiches, roast has been on all day. If I know you Charlotte, you haven’t had a decent meal since before you left for New York a couple of weeks ago.”
“You know me too well, but I’m famished so can we eat?”
And Charlotte, the red-headed supermodel, proceeded to put away an incredible amount of food for someone so slender. After her third sandwich, Charlotte forced herself away from the table “Maggie I love you but I swear your cooking could single handedly end my career.”
Maggie laughed, “Not a chance, you never gain weight and I know how much you love modeling.”
“True enough, so how’d the interview go?”
“True to form, nothing new to report. I’m still really unsure about the interview with Carson Stone. I keep thinking I will cancel it or reschedule.”
“Don’t be a ninny. Seriously, just get over it. You will make a wonderful addition to any firm and Carson Stone, or any other lawyer for that matter, would be foolish for failing to hire you. Now, let’s fire up the console and smash some bad guys so you can take your frustrations out on digital enemies and not yourself.”
“Oh, it is so on. Pop whatever you want to play on and I’ll grab us a couple of beers.”
And thus began the epic night of gaming and giggling as two grown woman in their thirties played a video game and relaxed while demolishing other players in multiplayer Assassin’s Creed.
“Thanks Maggie, I needed that. I will pick you up early Friday morning and I’m buying dinner Friday night when we get back.” Charlotte smiled, her face was relaxed and she looked about 16 years old. Her long, red hair tied back in a ponytail with her face devoid of make-up. It was easy to see how despite the odds, Charlotte was still in extremely high demand in the competitive world of modeling.
“Thanks Charlotte, I appreciate it. I promise I will be ready when you get here Friday. Now, drive home safely.” Maggie and Spike followed Charlotte to her car, where the two best friends hugged goodnight. One drove off into the inky blackness of night and the other wandered off into the dimly lit paths of the apartment complex with Spike.
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