Keeping SecretsBy: Kristol Locks
Suddenly, I noticed the bottom of the sofa lighting up, and I soon realized that the light was coming from Myles’s phone. It must have fallen out of his pocket. I picked his phone up and walked back over to his desk with it and sat back down. He had just missed a call from someone named Chris Stone.
I held his phone in my hands, sat in on his desk, picked it back up, and tossed it from one hand to the next. Then I decided that I could not fight my own curiosity. It was wrong of me, but Myles’ phone was in my hand, and I went through it.
It was surprising to find out that his wife seemed to bark orders at him in text messages. She told him what he needed to shop for before she got home and what he better not forget to buy. She hated to eat or drink anything that was not gross. Where was that fun-loving woman in the picture on his desk or the ones that he stored in his phone? She seemed more like a general than a fun-loving wife. Clearly, she was the opposite of Myles and maybe that was their attraction.
The lady that Myles ran after in the parking lot was Professor Mills. One of her earlier messages was about how she would be happy to talk to him about how she adopted her baby and how long it took.
I placed the phone on his desk and just stared at it for a few minutes. My stomach was in knots. I had invaded his privacy, and I felt terrible about it. So I decided to download the app that I had mentioned to him to both of our phones. Then I sent Myles a message about what I had done. I could not ask Myles for his honesty if I could not give him honesty in return.
[I have added the app we talked about to your phone. If you are reading this, you know how it works. It’s pretty simple and safe. Anyway, I have read your text messages, looked over some of your pictures, and I listened to some of your voicemails. I just could not seem to help myself. I assure you this will not happen again. Please, forgive me. I’m feeling guilty about going through your phone. I know this was wrong of me. XOX]
It was a beautiful Tuesday, and the consignment shop was busy with its regular shoppers. The owner of the store could have brought new customers in by implementing better marketing, cleaning the place up, organizing, decorating, investing in better shelves and display tables, and by treating her consigners like they actually mattered. However, she liked her business the way it was. If you gave her any good ideas, you would find that your hours had been cut. For that reason, I never gave her any suggestions. I just let the fiery-redhead do whatever she wanted while acting like she was a genius.
“Charlotte, your shift is almost over. Do you have big plans for today?” the owner asked as she helped me put the vintage coffee mugs on the shelf.
“I don’t have anything amazing planned. I plan to go jogging after work and then study.”
“Charlotte, I am going to tell you something. I like you. You are a good worker, and you do not show up to work looking like you slept in your clothes or like you can’t wait to get out of here and head to a beer pong party. I know you are going to do great at your new job once you graduate. There is only so much that this college town could ever offer you, but if you ever needed a job, you could always come back to the store. I know that will never happen, but I just wanted to say that.”
“Thank you, Joan. I appreciate that.”
“I never said anything, but I know your ex-fiancé hurt you. When you came back from your internship, I knew that you had changed, and I was not sure if you were ready to open up about your relationship, and it’s not really my business. However, you are my best employee, and I care about your well-being. I just want you to know that I am glad that you honestly seem happy now. I even heard you humming a few moments ago. I am guessing that is because you have a new man in your life.” Joan turned to me. “It hurts when we lose our first love. I think Jefferson Worthington must have been your first true-love. He seemed like the perfect prince. However, people are not always who them seem to be. In fact, most men are actually only after sex. And I just want you to be careful when it comes to dating or rushing into love. Men don’t equal happiness. Never put your faith in a man.”
“I don’t have any man in my life now. I have just been concentrating on my future. And I really am over Jefferson. People always seem to feel sorry for me. There is no need to. I just don’t like to talk about what happened. I don’t want to live in the past.” I looked at my watch. I had five-minutes to go. Could the time go any slower?