Elizabeth Brooks
CarTel Inc., LA
June 18, 2002 (2 months later)
I exited out of the elevator, my legs shaking. I smiled when I saw Judy and she smiled at me.
“Good morning, Ms. Brooks” She greeted.
“Good morning Judy, is Mr. Carter in today?” I asked her as I reached the front desk, pulling the trench coat around me tighter. It was the only thing I was wearing aside from my black pumps on my feet.
“Sure, give me one second.” She said as she picked up her phone and punched in a few numbers. “Mr. Carter, Ms. Brooks is here to see you. Right away sir.” She hung up the phone and smiled at me again. “Would you like me to walk you in?” she asked.
I’ve been here over a thousand times to see Jake in the few months we have been together and she always asked that question. I smiled back at he
