I supposed to forget Kirk when this baby is going to be a daily reminder of him?
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Kirk
It’s been eight days since I last saw Kim.
The last time I saw her was when we were at my place after she made that delicious lasagna. She was going to spend the night with me until she got that call from Blaire and charged out.
The next day, I received an email from her to say she had the flu and wouldn’t be able to come to work. I told her she could have as much time as she needed to recover. In the meantime, I got Mike to fill in. According to him, Kim is very organized and runs a smooth ship around the office, so it was easy enough for him to get the hang of things.
It has been mostly smooth around the office here, work has kept me busy, but I fiercely miss seeing Kim every day. Sometimes I forget and look up and see Mike at her desk instead and it fills me with anger and frustration.
I left her alone for two days, thinking she needed the space and privacy. I have never had to or been inclined to care or worry about someone sick. So I don’t exactly know what to do in these situations.
But after I hadn’t heard from her in two days, I decided to go check up on her after work.
I bought chicken soup. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to take for someone sick? I went to her apartment and knocked on her door, but there was no answer. She wasn’t home. If she was sick, where could she have gone?
I waited until the next morning to email her, asking her how she was, but I didn’t get a response.
By the next day, when I still hadn’t heard from her, I was beginning to grow worried. I thought about contacting Blaire. If they are best friends and if she is the last person to see Kim, surely, she should know.
But I didn’t want to speak to Blaire. I definitely didn’t want to arouse her suspicions. All I could do was wait around in my office, hope to hear from her soon.
I sent her a few more emails and a handful of texts to ask how she was doing. To get in touch with me soon. Was she ever coming back?
No response.
I have never tried this hard to get in touch with any woman before, and I am beginning to feel like Kim is pushing my limits. There is another part of me that is genuinely worried about her welfare. Has something serious happened to her?
If it has, then Blaire would contact me herself, wouldn’t she? As her employer, I have a right to know.
It’s been eight days, and I feel like I’m beginning to lose my mind. It wasn’t until I couldn’t see her anymore that I realized how important she is to me.
I get to work and Mike is late as usual. If it was Kim in his place, she would have my coffee and breakfast ready by now, along with a printed and detailed schedule for my day.
I walk past Kim’s empty desk, but when I turn to enter my office, I see her standing in there. I halt in place, a little shocked to see her there. Like some fairytale creature surrounded by a glittering halo.
She is at the tall windows at the back of my office, staring out at the busy city skyline.
She’s wearing a form-fitting black and white striped dress that really accentuates her curves. I want to go up to her and hold her. Feel the shape of her ass under my hands.
I push through the door and Kim turns to face me.
“I have your coffee and breakfast here,” she says. I don’t care about that.
Instead, I walk over to the desk and put my stuff down. There’s a chill in the air between us. Things aren’t exactly fine and dandy; it’s obvious. We haven’t been in contact for eight days. If nothing else, I need to know if she still works here.
“How are you now?” I ask, searching her eyes.
We’re still maintaining a professional distance between each other. Kim nods.
“Much better. I’m fine.”
She stares back at me, like she’s waiting for me to say something. I give her a chance to explain, but when she doesn’t, I erupt.
“Dammit, Kim! It’s been over a week. I emailed you, texted you, tried to call you. I even went to your place.