cont. July 1

The hall way was silent and empty. In a hushed tone she continued talking on the phone to her boss. She felt horrible interrupting the service for her co-worker. Not taking the call meant jeopardizing her career, and all the long hours she put in to get to this point. Her boss gave her the information she needed to meet with a client after the funeral. She gathered herself and quietly went back in. She could feel the piercing glares as she sat down. Her eyes stayed focused on the minister now speaking. His lips were moving but she couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, her thoughts were on sealing the deal with her client. She needed it to move up a bit more on the ladder. She felt bad for Bill, all those hours he put in at the office. She was trying to push the thought out that kept creeping in; it was going to be a little easier now without Bill to compete with. How horrible. Stop. Focus. The self-talk wasn't working. The crowd was starting to stir as they made their way to the front to pay their respects. One by one they paused, and moved on. She felt so sorry for his wife and family. She met them at a company Christmas party, they seemed so happy together. It was her turn. As she walked towards Bill she could feel her hands getting cold and clammy. Flashbacks of her life, friends, and family flashed through her head.