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my office staring at the monthly expense report on my desk. I tossed the report to the side and leaned back in the leather chair closing my eyes trying to relax. Jovanna was one lucky bitch to be in South Beach in the middle of a Midwestern winter while the rest of us were stuck in cold, snowy St. Louis. Even though we gave her a hard time about marrying Justin, I was happy that she found someone to love her. Mike and I use to be in love, but lately it felt more like we were just going through the motions of being married. We’d been together since high school, before we even knew who we really were, and I think that was the problem between us now. We didn’t know who we were without one another; I was always Mike’s Santana and he was always my Mike.
    Tabitha rushed into my office, her four inch stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor as she moved, “Hey, sorry that it took me so long, but the line was crazy at Walgreens today.” She said handing me the pills. “How are you feeling?”
    I frowned, “I’ll be fine.”
    Tabitha sat in the chair in front of my desk crossing her thick thighs, she sure knew how to wear a skirt. I wondered how many heads she turned at Walgreens. I smiled.
    “What’s wrong?”
    Shaking my head as I swallowed the pills, “Nothing, I was just thinking.”
    “Do you need to take a personal day Santana because you are starting to scare me?”
    “No, I am fine Tab; did Glenda get you those receipts yet?” I asked.
    “She said that she’d get them to us today after lunch.”
    “I don’t understand why it takes her the longest to get the receipts up here to us. Everyone knows that they have to be turned in on the twelfth of every month and yet I always have to wait on her.” I fussed as I rubbed the back of my neck, “I can’t do my job unless she does her job.”
    “Would you like for me to send an email requesting all receipts need to be in our office on the twelfth working day of the month with no exceptions?”
    “Yes, go ahead and do that.”
    “Did you and Mike get out this weekend?”
    I rolled my eyes at the question, “Girl please.”
    “You two act like you are an elderly couple.” She giggled, “Live a little!”
    “What did you get into?”
    Tabitha threw her long brown weave over her shoulders, “We went to The Loft on Friday night, I had a breakfast date Saturday morning, Saturday night I got together with the girls for drinks at The Melting Pot and from there we headed to The Drunken Fish to hang out, eat sushi and drink sake.”
    “What time did you get home?”
    “I got home last night because we all slept over at Natasha’s house until after four in the evening then we went to dinner and from there I picked up my car at the Metro Link station and went home.”
    “I don’t see how you do it girl.”
    “Do what?” she laughed that carefree way that most twenty-six year old, single, childless women laughed, “That was mild.”
    “Did you meet any guys?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
    As usual she shrugged her shoulders and simply said, “No.”
    I didn’t understand Tabitha, she was a beautiful girl with smooth, flawless dark skin, big brown eyes and a body that would make Beyoncé have to step her game up yet she was single. Tabitha wore nothing but designer clothes and shoes, carried the latest designer bags on the market and drove a nicer car than I did, all on an assistant’s salary. It just didn’t add up; maybe someone’s man was taking care of her and she had to keep it on the down low.
    “You should come out with us sometime Santana.” She suggested.
    I looked up for the expense report, “I don’t want to be the old person in the club.” I laughed.
    “You act like you are in your fifties Santana, you are only thirty-four -years old and you don’t look a day over twenty seven.” She smiled, “I’m serious you should come out with my friends and I one night.”
    “Okay, I’ll think about it.” I lied.
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