Dr. Neil Savage looked out of his office window to the parking lot below. It wasn't hard to find his car - it was the bright red Corvette parked all alone in the far corner of the lot. He almost wished it was right outside his window.
She'd accused him of loving that car more than he loved her, and that was why she was leaving him. He just stared, shocked to his core. Because of a car. No, that couldn't be it. There had to be something more, something she didn't tell him. The bank accounts. Neil ran to his office and logged onto his computer, and then the bank accounts. There they were, no balance left. She'd cleaned him out. This wasn't going to be pretty. He picked up the phone.
"Tracie, can you cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day? I've had an emergency come up and I need to take care of it."
"Yes, Dr. Savage," said the voice on the other end of the line. "Is everything alright?"
"I'm not sure. Unfortunately, I have to run a few important errands all of a sudden."
He hung up the phone without waiting for a response. Grabbing his phone and coat, he ran out of the office. Once in his car, he dialed the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi Jack, it's Neil."
"Neil, what's going on? You never call me in the middle of the day!"
"You were right, Jack. SHe's leaving me."
"Oh Shit." There was an awkward silence on the other end of the line. "Are you ok, buddy?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Listen, I have to run some errands and tie up some loose ends pretty quickly here. Do me a favor and have something to drink on hand tonight, huh? I'm gonna need to get a bit drunk, I think."
"Yeah, anything man. Hey, you know me - whatever you need."
"Thanks. I'll call you back later, ok?"
"Sure, no problem."
He arrived at the bank. He just had to make sure she didn't know about the deposit box. If she knew about that, he would be completely lost. He walked in and waited in the receptionist area. After the longest ten minutes he'd ever spent waiting, the receptionist called his name.
"What can I do for you today, Sir?"
"I need to whomever is in charge of the safety deposit boxes. I have a box here, and I need to get into it."
"No problem Sir," said the teller. "I'll get Mr. Gerard out here right away, Sir."
More waiting. Neil hated waiting.
A tall man came out to greet him. "I understand you have a box you;d like to look at, Sir?"
"Yes," said Neil. "Box 342, if you could. I'd like to see its contents."
"You have the proper documentation, Sir?"
Neil reached into his wallet and pulled out his ID card.
"Very good, Sir. If you step right into the next room here, I'll get your case right away."
"Thank you."
The short wait took forever, and Neil practically jumped out of his skin when Mr. Gerard came back into the room, carrying the safety deposit box. 'Will there be anything else, Sir?"
"No, thank you," said Neil as he fumbled with the key for a moment. The box opened. It was empty except for a piece of paper. He took it out and unfolded it.
It was a perfect imprint of her lips in lipstick.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
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