She looked out upon the city from the 42nd floor, watching the snow swirl through the air, feelings of melancholy began to overwhelm her composure. How her life had come full circle in some ways and how it had turned out so differently than she had envisioned. As a young girl fresh out of business school, she stood in the lobby of this very building during its inaugural grand opening week marveling at the stunning beauty of the marble floors and walls, the brass railings and doorways, the upscale boutiques and restaurants found on the first three floors of the building.
Her dream was to become a part of this upscale corporate world. That was over 25 years ago and now she was back. She was here to have her dreams come true. She was going to become a part of this world.
Being in the city surrounded by the energy of the corporate world filled her with excitement. She felt so alive! It enabled her to peel back the walls of uncertainty that had come to surround her and expose her confidence. Something she had forgotten she possessed.
Too many years of working in a small town, sacrificing for home and family, had robbed her of that. Now it was her time. Her life was changing and after the first initial shock that this was really happening, she embraced the desire to spread her wings and fly again.
Sally let out a sigh as she thought how nice it would be to call him right now and tell him about the wonderful sights she could see from up here. How beautiful the snowy city was. How unsettling her nerves were becoming with the wait. He would calm her and give her that jolt of confidence she needed.
If only she had stepped off the elevator right into the interview, she would have been fine. All the way into town, she had prepped herself for this interview until she knew exactly what to say to snag this position. Upon arriving though, she was informed that Mr. Smith had been detained and she was led into the conference room to wait.
The employment agency could not tell her much about Mr. Smith, which was odd since they always prepped her with as much information as possible about a potential employer. All they could say is that her qualifications matched perfectly to the description of the job. Mr. Smith was looking for an administrative assistant to oversee his personal business matters as well as interact and coordinate with his corporate dealings.
The listing stated that he wanted more than a secretary; he wanted someone with a diversified background that could handle everything from banking, travel, correspondence, appointments, etc. for him. Sally was extremely qualified for this job, but not one she would have pursued except the money was good, very good, and it offered her flexibility and benefits. It had the perks that outweighed any trepidation the job caused her.
Unfortunately, this time alone, waiting, had given her too much time to question her self. She was questioning her marriage for what seemed like the hundredth time. Although her husband was a good man and father, he was not what she thought he would be. He had a firm comfort zone that he would not cross for anything. Staying within those confines had cost his family financially and emotionally many a time.
Sally was tired of the constant struggle. She wanted to wake up knowing someone was going to take care of her. She wanted to be "in" love. It was what made her whole. She wanted adventure, erotic couplings, excitement in her life. Everything her lover offered and her husband did not. It was her lover who she wanted to share this excitement with.
Her mind swirled around like the snow outside the window, thinking about the man that she had met only a few months ago. First, it was phone calls for months that were all about business and a bit of fun flirting, then came the actually meeting of the man she had spoken to for months. When she finally met him, her knees grew weak from the contact of her hand in his. Even with her husband standing beside her she felt the electricity between this man and herself.
Her lover to be was tall, good looking, clean cut, funny, articulate, charismatic and so in charge of himself and the situation. He oozed masculinity and was nothing at all like her husband. He came across as the type of man she always thought she would marry. Someone who would share all parts of her life including her erotic fantasies, not just be a part of it.
After their first meeting, their phone calls took on a more flirtatious, erotic edge to them. They were finding out they both had another side to them, an erotic sexual side and that neither of their partners were rising to meet their desires. They both had tried but in the long run, the rut of marriage settled in and they were both left longing for something that was missing.
