Waiting For Her Reaction

So by now Elizabeth hopefully opened the envelope and was taking one of the two options I thought of. First, she opened the envelope, viewed the pictures inside and promptly tore them up into a million pieces. Or that she was the kind of person who felt that the police could handle this situation with a polite dignity to spare her reputation.

I heard my mail slot open then close. Still being relatively new in town, I just thought that I got junk in the mail, so I promptly went down and collected it and threw it onto a small table two feet away from the door, to look at at a more convenient time. Then it came to me, what if Elizabeth did the same thing with the envelope.

I couldn’t go over and try to see through her mail slot without a chance of someone seeing me. If she did go to the police, certainly then the local police would have to contact a bigger **** to handle a case like this. If so, then I had to Sunday night before I had to come up with an alibi. A similar thought about her waiting until she got home tonight, maybe I’ll get a reaction from her then!

So for the present all I could do was as the saying went- “Play along!” So I did just that and settled into the first day of my last free days. After seven PM, I went up to my office, just in case Elizabeth chose to ignore the pictures and put on another show. Around eight i got a show alright, the drapes on the window, normally opened, were quickly dragged across the window. They already had a light blocking backing so I had no idea if Elizabeth was still there or not. Little did I know that that was the last time they would be open before Monday night.

The next three days went by uneventfully, then Monday came with a new dilemma. How was I, the new guy, going to get his immediate boss alone? I didn’t consider any problems getting the copies of the pictures in, after all i had to set up my desk didn’t I? I boxed up a few things on top of the envelope of pictures and went to work for the first time in a month and a half.

After a face to face meeting with Elizabeth, I was shown to a desk, four cubicles over from Elizabeth's office door and given the task of going through some unsolicited manuscripts. Between reading them and racking my brains on how to get Elizabeth alone, the problem was solved for me by Elizabeth of all people, herself!

“Graham, I hate to ask you this on your first day working here but would you be willing to stay
after the office closes? I’m expecting a package from London but Mr. Halsey wants at least two people when someone is supposed to come after the office closes!”