MARTINEZ'S LOVE

ng to be another hectic day. The company was working on a certain project that involved proper documentation. Since I began work as the Legal Manager at The

h a fur rug over the back and an Indian blanket draped over the arm. There is a television on the shelf to the left, but it is only used for XM radio. My chair is Captain style on w

xt to my office. In no time, I walked out of the room that housed our network server, plotter and printers, and in

s 3:45 pm, time for you to act like a sh

Manager. George was organized, efficient, and didn't take any shit from anyone, me included. He was also loyal to the extreme; I knew everything he

over those documents to the Secretary,

it was my anniversary, and I had

or swung inward and a man wearing a neatly pressed light-weight black suit walked in from the

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didn't seem to give a corresponding response; i

ave been served," h

brown envelope

ssolution of the marriage betw

maller business-size

, this is a note from him and the key to unit seventeen at the U-Store on Fifth Street. All your personal items are alrea

my hand, and the significance of them hit me like a ton of real bricks. A wave of vertigo swept over me, and I sank into

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rom him and gave hi

nswered my un

Then with shaking hands, I opened the envelope with the note from

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nsiderable thought, I decided that this was the best w

ime for me to move on. I have hopes and dreams that, sadly, don't include you. But the truth is, you've always kn

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the second pass, I handed the flimsy sheet of paper to George and watched h

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ke his head as he hand

sary is possibly the most wicked thing

could say, we were i

up from his desk, fished his car key

place tonight. I'm not about t

eorge insisted on me riding with him, but in the end, I grabbed the duffle bag the process server had put into the bed of my truck and got in his three-y