Every dreadful image went through Katelyn’s head as she bathed and toweled her body dry. She absolutely hated the fact that most days of the week began with a detailed memory of how life stood in the 90’s.
She opened a drawer from her chest which was placed across the foot board of Katelyn’s queen size bed. She picked out a simple white 32A cup sized bra and matching white boxer-brief panties for women. She set them on the bed as she padded over toward her vanity table to blow-dry her thin auburn hair. Once done that task she began to brush out any remaining knots, and then she paused everything to glance at herself in the mirror. She reached up to her jaw line to stroke some of the tear jerking scars left behind from when all hell was set loose in her life. Katelyn then got up and walked towards where she had placed her lingerie and slipped into her panties followed by her bra.
She then made way over to her closet to pick out a lean pant-suit and a crisp white dress shirt. Before slipping on the shirt she slid into an undershirt out of use of habit for when the scars would let out white pus in the amending process after the grafting operations. By the time she finished getting ready for work, she looked as slick as a model who was ready to strut down the catwalk. Katelyn stood at five foot and five inches with her black and white Salvatore Ferragamo pumps adding three inches to her normal 5’2”. Her legs were long and lean from her hips down to her ankles with the coal business pants on. She wore a matching suit-jacket which she wore open on the white button up shirt. To finish off her ensemble and hide the worst of the scars, Katelyn wore a floral silk scarf which tied in the front through the collar of her shirt. She had put her hair into a messy bun to keep the look business like but not too strict. She made way to the kitchen to retrieve an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen counter then picked up her black and white leather Hobo handbag. Before she thought of leaving the house, she made sure her Blackberry Curve 8520 was still in its little socket in the side wall of her Gucci bag and that it was somewhat charged.
Next she grabbed her set of keys and her already set briefcase on the couch in front of the TV set. Off she then went all ready for another day on the job.
*
Once on the freeway she turned up the volume to an old favorite of hers and began singing to I Hate Myself for Loving You by Joan Jett. After fifteen minutes of driving at the speed limit she turned at the exit and made way to the Starbucks just a few minutes away from the office. She ordered two cups of Chai tea, one cinnamon dolce latte, and a caffè mocha. To go with the drinks she also ordered half a dozen chocolate old-fashioned doughnuts as well as two apple bran muffins and two blueberry streusel muffins.
She had a feeling that all of that sugar would keep her boys content for the morning, because it usually did until the hard work started rolling in and the tension was on a rise. Katelyn paid for the sweetened breakfast and mustered over to the workplace.
As she drove her bright platinum bronze BMW X5 into the parking lot, she noticed that there were a few more cars than there would normally be, which made Katelyn wonder. She found her spot and piled everything out of the vehicle and then made way to the front entrance. She pushed the door open with her backside because her hands were full with all the contents from Starbucks. Once in the building, she cruised through the departments to the office she shared with her boys.
“Hey Pittsing, how’s the road this morning?” asked one of the guys.
“Mornin’ Rimsey, it was surprisingly easy today. Not too much traffic. Definitely no difficult people on the 7 o’clock drive over here. Hey Ben, Carlos, how are you three this morning? By the way, I got the usual from Starbucks. Although you guys probably already guessed from the sugary waft which arose when I stepped in here.”
“Naw, nena, we just thought you were Saint Nicolas coming to give us some goodies.”
“Carlos, shut up! He wants to say thank-you, but I’ll say it for him. Thanks Katelyn. You are the best woman to work with us,” said Benjamin Clark.
“Ben, baby, I am the only woman working with you guys. But you are all welcome. I mean someone has to take care of you pups.” As she said that she couldn’t help herself from smiling. Katelyn definitely loved working with Tyler Rimsey, Carlos Estevez, and Benjamin Clark. The three of them made it so there was never a dull moment on the field. Plus they were all completely different that arguments were a must on the weekly basis which let out a shitload of stress when needed.
Katelyn walked over to her section of the 8x6 area of the room. Her few tables was all she needed to work on whatever came her way. She turned to face the large bulletin board on the left side of the room to see the difference faces posted on the board and began pulling out files on each of them.
Another day, another name, another man to catch.
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