Eva stormed up to the receptionist at OscOil.
“Who sent this?”
The receptionist, in a calm, slow manner, took the letter from Eva.
“Obviously Mr. Oscal.” Eva rolled her eyes, the receptionist was a genius.
“Why?”
“He wanted his disk back.”
“What disk?”
“Well, I don’t know. I could take this letter and show Mr. Oscal, see if he remembers-”
“The hell you will!” Eva wrenched the letter back. “I’ll take it to him and see what he remembers.”
“With all due respect,” the receptionist eyed Eva in an unexpectedly cold way given her overwhelming tranquility, “the hell you will.”
Eva felt a twinge at the back of her neck. She folded up the letter, put it in her purse. “Thanks for your time, you’ve been most helpful.” The receptionist gave a thin, tight smile.
Eva sat on a bench on the sidewalk, watching the building. Though Eva’d never met Oscal, she figured she’d know
him when she saw him. She could wait.
She’d been there 2 hours when she saw a face she did know, The Bitch strode out the doors, headed straight for her.