Claiming Addison

By: Zoey Derrick


Trinity smiles. “Absolutely not. Addison, I’d like you to meet Cami Michaels.”

Oh shit! I was right. I watch as Cami stands then turns around to face me. She offers me her hand and I take it. “Hi Addison, it’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

I smile, releasing her hand. “All good things, I hope?” I’m not a big girl by any means, but my lowly five feet seven inches practically dwarfs her. Then again, I’m wearing four inch heels. “It’s a pleasure to me you, Mrs. Michaels.”

She smiles. “While I love my married name, please, call me Cami.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She flinches. “Cami.” Okay, she doesn’t like ma’am either. Mentally noted. I look toward Trinity. “What can I do for you, Trinity?”

“Take a seat.” She gestures toward the chair next to the one Cami vacated. “Don’t worry about Cami being here, we were talking about the same thing I need to discuss with you when you arrived.”

What the hell is going on? I take my seat, thankful for the distraction to stop myself from completely freaking out. “Am I being fired?” I blurt.

Trinity and Cami both laugh. “Goodness, no,” Cami says with a wide smile, “In fact, you’re being promoted and we desperately need you to do something for us.”

I look at Cami and then back to Trinity. “Anything!” I say without thinking, my entire brain to mouth filter is completely busted.

“I hoped you’d say that.” Trinity smiles. Her smile is warm, genuine and friendly. She’s an older woman, maybe in her late fifties, but she’s definitely got a lot of youth left in her smile. “Addison, we brought you in because we have an emergency situation.”

Emergency, okay, this I can handle. “Is it with one of my clients? I haven’t heard anything.” I look to Trinity for my answer.

“No, no. Well, at least not anyone that’s currently assigned to you. But before we go into the details, I need to let you know that I’m going to have to pull you from your vacation this weekend.” Her eyes dull with sadness.

“Oh, no, no, no.” My heart sinks.

“Believe me, I don’t want to, but you’re the only one who’s certified and experienced enough to handle this besides me and Cami. Unfortunately we’re not able to make this kind of commitment, so we’re desperately hoping you can be our girl.”

I look between the two women, dumbfounded. “Uh, I have reservations and concert tickets that I’ve paid a lot of money for.”

“Are you going out of town? Flying somewhere?” Cami asks. From the look in her eyes, she actually feels sorry for having to do this and while it is disappointing, I guess I can make a concession. I always do. Rescheduling with my girlfriends shouldn’t be that hard since the concert we’re going to will be here in LA in a few weeks. Luckily tickets haven’t gone on sale yet. Maybe I can sell ours for San Diego on Thursday and use the money to buy LA tickets. I know the band’s concerts sell out in record time, so I imagine selling my tickets won’t be that hard. But still, it’s the first show of their tour and I don’t want to miss it.

“Out of town, yes. Flying, no. My girlfriends and I are heading to San Diego on Thursday for a concert and then we planned on spending the weekend on Coronado.”

Cami smiles and looks to Trinity, there seems to be some private joke between the two of them that I don’t understand.

“Listen, Addison. We’ve had an incident with the original rep who was supposed to handle one of our bands. It’s because of that last minute change that we need to fill that spot with someone on extremely short notice,” Cami says matter of factly, but her confidence wavers when she begins slowly pacing around the room. “Believe me, the last thing I want to do is cancel your vacation. We can make arrangements to reimburse you for your tickets and your reservations. And I give you my sincerest promise that at the end of all this you can have at least an entire month off.”

“Excuse me, Cami, it’s not about the money, honest. It’s just that my girlfriends and I have been planning this for months and every time we seem to plan something, I have to pull out, usually because of work. I just feel…”

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