Free His Jazz Affair by Nicky Fife Page B

that Guy. Look at us, “She showed him the paper. He closed his eyes blocking those images from his eyes
    “We look good together. We are meant to be.” She spoke softly trying him to see reason.
    “There is no us there will never be us?” He dismissed her. His back turned to her.
    “You want that Thrash.” Trash was now irritated. “I have waited for you all these years to get over your little break up. And you expect me to stand to the side and let you continue running after other women? When will it be my time?”
    “There will never be that time. And it’s not now. You are fired.”
    “You can’t fire me. You are nothing here without me. I make all this...” Sheila raised her hands around the office and the building, “I make this work. You will be lost without me.”
    He remained standing there ignoring her. She changed that tact.
    “You want that little bitch, who has nothing to her name. Maybe you don’t want a real woman Guy; you want a little girl that you can pull around on a leash. She has slept around with half this town. Someone you could easily drop when the time came.”
    “Shut up, and get out of my office.” She had hit close to home. He always debated with himself how far he was willing to take this relationship. And now he wasn’t sure whether he should be happy that he got away without difficulty.  Somehow it produced a bitter taste in his mouth. Tracy was not a tramp.
    He didn’t fight for her. Did part of him want her gone? Was she now too important n his life. She had his heart in her little hand and he couldn’t survive another heartbreak.
    “You went too far this time Sheila. Good bye” he turned and walked out.
    Sheila could not believe that she had lost out. To a waitress for that much. Just like that.
     
     
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    Jane watched Tracy as she packed her uniforms and personal items into her bag. The colour was gone from her eyes and her cheeks had deep hollows in them.
    “You don’t have to resign. Sheila is gone.” Jane tried to convince her. It was the hottest topic of the day. Sheila had left abruptly and though it was a surprise no one was sorry to see her go. It had a lot to do with those photos in the paper. Jane felt sorry for Tracy; it must be devastating to be going through this.
    “I cannot continue working here. Its best I leave.”
    “What did Guy say, I am sure there is a reasonable explanation.” Jane wasn’t convinced herself. Those photos spoke volumes. No man could talk himself out of those.
    “This conversation is making my head crazy.” Tracy complained. It was enough dealing with it herself but explaining something she didn’t also have answers to was disturbing.
    Jane walked over to her and gave her a hug. Tracy stood there grateful to have a human touch. She closed her eyes trying to block all this away. This was a pain that was extraordinary; she didn’t feel like this when her boyfriend cheated on her with her friend.
    It was painful now because she loved Guy and she thought her feelings were reciprocated. Maybe she had assumed too much. He was playboy and that was that.
    “You look like hell.” Only Jane had the guts to say this out loud.
    Tracy laughed at herself, “I feel like hell. I feel like a tractor has run over me five times.”
    Her instinct was to go somewhere isolated and bury herself in the sand for eternity. No need to continue standing around prolonging her misery. She had to get a hold of herself and move on.
    There was no point in trying to hide her aching heart. She was sure everyone in the hotel, if not the whole town knew of this incident. Getting away from people for a while would help her move on.
    “Let’s go somewhere, maybe a massage? That will help.” Jane said kindly. Her heart was bleeding for Tracy.
    “Maybe some other time right now let me go home.” She picked her