Anne felt a weird mix of emotions, sitting in Jennifer’s office.
On the one hand, she was happy that much of this was behind her. She could see the light at the end of the tunnel. On the other hand, she still couldn’t go to bed yet. She couldn’t rest. She saw that more trouble was coming.
Jennifer sat there, shuffling papers she didn’t need to shuffle. Pretending to look up things on the computer, when in fact she was playing a game of desktop solitaire.
“Do you want me to wait outside?” Anne asked. She couldn’t take her eyes off the painting of the naked woman that hung behind Jennifer.
“No,” Jennifer said.
Anne waited for Jennifer to say something else. To apologize, or to explain herself, or to say how long it would be until she was ready to actually start talking to Anne.
Jennifer didn’t say anything.
While waiting, Anne began to focus on the painting. There wasn’t anything else she could really look at in the office. In normal circumstances she might’ve taken out her phone, but recent events made her inclined to leave it in her pocket.
The naked lady had slightly asymmetrical boobs, which Anne appreciated. Nice to see a painting that eschewed unrealistic expectations for women.
She raised her foot to begin tapping it, then decided she didn’t want to bring attention to herself. So she slowly brought the foot back to the floor, making sure it didn’t make a noise.
After twenty minutes, Jennifer stopped shuffling papers, closed out her email, and looked at Anne.
“You owe me, Anne.” She leaned forward, hands folded on her desk. “Would you like to know how to repay your debt?”