Chapter four in the something unexpected series. all characters involved in sexual activity are over 18.
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It was a slow Tuesday morning as I arrived at the office a little after nine thirty. The big project was completed and the clients were very happy with the results. We were working on some small stuff but it was nothing that I needed to be a part of. Doug could handle that on his own.
I walked into my office and flipped the lights on. I turned on my computer and looked at the stack of mail that had been placed in my inbox from the day before. It was all junk except for one that caught my eye. I peeled it open and looked at the hand written letter from Brandy. She wrote about how much she appreciated Autumn and I for taking the time out of our vacation to take pictures of her big day.
I dug into the envelope again and found a picture of Autumn and I inside. It was the one that she had taken of us on the dance floor. I couldn't help but smile at how perfect she looked holding me. I still missed her and wondered if she might be thinking the same thing. Stuck to the back of the picture was a check from Brandy for four thousand dollars.
I set both down and grabbed the envelope again to see if there was a return address. There was so I grabbed a new one and addressed it back to Brandy. I wrote a note saying I couldn't accept the money and that the memories were worth more than the money. I put the check back inside and set it in the outgoing box. Maggie would take care of the stamp and mailing it out.
I picked the picture up again and looked it over once more. I missed her. I missed laughing with her. I missed holding her and kissing her. I missed that smile and her sexy voice. I thought of us on the kayaks that day and the water war we started when she dumped me out.
My phone started chirping on my desk. It broke me out of my thoughts as I set the picture down and picked up the phone.
"Yes?" I called.
"There's an Autumn on the phone for you."
"What?" I said stunned.
"Autumn Henson is on line three for you."
"Ok," I said.
I pushed line three.
"Autumn?" I questioned.
"Yes," she replied. "I'm calling you in regards to us using you to create a layout for us in the Home and Garden magazine. We need blah, blah, blah."
It wasn't the Autumn that I was hoping for. My mind drifted back to the picture on my desk. I really missed her. I should have begged her to stay a few more days with me.
"Well?" she questioned from the other end on the phone. My mind returned back to the phone call I was supposed to be listening to.
"I'm sorry," I said quickly. I hissed into the phone to make it sound like there was some static. "I think this phone has seen better days." I hissed again into it. "I can't hear you that well."
"Sounds like static," she replied.
"Yeah," I said softly and hissed again. "Can I transfer you to Doug? He can help you until I get this sorted out."
"Yes please," she said.
"Hold on just a second. I'm sorry about this."
I put her back on hold and dialed Doug's extension.
"Yes boss?" he cheered.
"I have an Autumn on the line that wants to get some information about us doing a layout for her. Can you take care of her for me? I'm in the middle of something right now."
"Ah, yeah, sure boss," he hesitated. "I'm kind of in the middle of something too."
"Just take the call please."
"Sure thing boss," he said.
"Pick up line three for me."
"Are you ok boss?" he questioned.
"Just take the call," I ordered.
I hung the phone up and picked the picture up once again. I looked at it and thought of the last conversation her and I had before she left. There will be some kind of sign if this is meant to go somewhere. The letter from Brandy and the phone call from an Autumn had to be a sign. And they happened in the same day less than fifteen minutes apart.
I found my cell phone and found her number right at the top. I sighed then pushed send to dial the number. It rang once then went to the three tone noise before the operator came on and said the number couldn't be completed as dialed. I hung up and tried from the office phone and got the same thing.
"What the fuck?" I hissed.
I thought quickly and remembered one of my old friends from high school. He was a private investigator now and he would know what to do.
"Charlie," I cheered.
"Gracin," he cheered back. "I haven't heard from you in like six months. How the hell have you been?"
"Pretty dam good," I replied.
We shot the shit for a few minutes until I got down to business.
"Hey, the reason I called you is I need some information of someone."
"Ok," he said. "What's the reason?"
"It's complicated but I met this girl in Hawaii and I can't stop thinking about her. I need to find her."
"Ok," he laughed. "That does sound complicated. Have you tried calling her?"
"Yeah, but it says it can't be completed as dialed."
"Maybe she doesn't want you to find her," he joked.
"Maybe," I laughed a little. "But I really want to find her."
"Alright," he relented. "Give me what you know about her and I will see what I can do."
I gave him her first name since that all I had. I told him she lives in Sunnyvale and I gave him her number she left me.
"Alright Gracin," he said. "I will see what I can do for you buddy."
"Thanks Charlie," I offered.
By three that afternoon Charlie called me back.
"I have some good news and some bad news," Charlie said.
"Lay it out for me Charlie," I sighed.
"The number she left you was a pay as you go phone so I can't find an address to go with it."
"So that's the bad news?" I questioned.
"Well," he paused. "I have a list of names and addresses for you but there is like twenty five of them to sort through."
"So, I guess I have to do a door to door search for her then?" I asked.
"That's pretty much all you can do from this point if you really want to find her."
"Fax me the list," I said.
"Good luck," he offered.
I hung up the phone and looked at the picture again. I knew I had to find her. I started looking at flights to California and bought a ticket. Doug strolled into my office a short time later.
"I've got to head out of town for a few days Doug," I said.
"What are you going out of town for?" he questioned.
"I have some business I need to get straightened out."
He sighed and handed me the fax I had been waiting for. "You wouldn't be heading out of town for this would you?"
"As a matter of fact I am," I said.
"You can't be serious?" Doug groaned.
"I can't think straight," I sighed. "I have to find her and figure this out."
"Oh boy," he huffed. "How long are you going to chase this?"
"Until I find her Doug," I said annoyed. "I have to know if she felt something too."
"You're fucking crazy," he hissed.