Chapter 3
1576 Words
Two weeks later.
Mimi: Ugh, not again. This is the 4th time this week I have had to contact Claude to tell them to let that investor know “no way” they are not doing that to my gym. Who the hell does this investor this he is?
You groan, as you attempt to stretch your muscles that were overworked from teaching eight classes in one day. You know you can’t keep up this pace for very long. Yes, your classes are big money makers, but now they want to put it on the schedule for you to teach that many each and every day. You climb out of the pool, more tired than you were when you climbed in trying to relax. You didn’t want to get in the hot tub, just in case you are with child, you don’t know what the high heat would do your baby and don’t want to chance it.
Mimi: I have to remember to buy a test on the way home tonight. If I am pregnant all this stress can’t be good for the baby, plus I will need to take those special vitamins they make get when you are with child.
You speculate to yourself as you shower and change to go home for the day. You are almost to the door when you hear that horrid man calling to you across the club.
Mr. Jacobs: Miss Hansen, my office NOW!
Mimi: No, not again. This entitled prick the management company hired needs to lay off me.
You ignore his command and continue heading to the door.
Mimi: I’m off the clock, Mr. Jacobs. It will have to wait until tomorrow.
Mr. Jacobs: I DON’T CARE! If you want to continue to have working at this gym you will get your cute ass in my office now.
Mimi: After I report you to the management company, you will be the one out of a job for s****l harassment not me, Mr. Jacobs. Besides, they know my students will just follow me wherever I go, which means major loss of income for this gym. The management company won’t let that happen. In other words, I’m more important to this gym then you are, so shove off, Mr. Jacobs.
He reaches out and grabs your arm in front of eight clients and 5 employees, trying to drag you toward the office.
Mr. Jacobs: Listen, b***h! When I give an order you follow it. Now come with me.
You plant your feet and hold your ground, easily slipping out of his grasp, and you drop kick his legs out from under him making him land on the floor. You notice 3 of your students, big muscular men coming over to help you. You look to the reception area.
Mimi: Marissa, please call the police.
Marissa: Already got them on the phone, Mimi. They should be here in a few minutes.
Mr. Jacobs: I’m going to have you arrested for assault, b***h!
Mimi: Let me explain the finer points of the law to you in terms your tiny mind can understand. You assaulted me in front of over a dozen witnesses, and I defended myself against your assault. Which is why these 3 nice men here are holding you firmly to the ground until the police get here. Please believe me, anyone of them would have gladly handed you your teeth for grabbing me, instead of just taking you down to the ground like I did.
Everyone present nods or cheers in agreement. Thirty minutes later, the cops have come, taken witness statements and you have signed a sworn complaint against him for attempting to assault you. Now even more exhausted you climb into your car and finally start to go home. You groan as you pass by the pharmacy.
Mimi: I can’t keep putting this off.
You swing your car around and find a parking space in front of the pharmacy, then go inside to buy the pregnancy test. You read over a few and pick one out, taking it home to read the instructions.
Mimi: The instructions say to waiting until the first pee of the morning for the best results. So, I guess I should just set this on the counter in the bathroom until then.
Picking up your phone you dial an all-too-familiar number, June, Claude’s PA.
Mimi: Hey, June.
June: Hey, Mimi. What’s the management company done this time?
Mimi: June, I’m hurt. Can’t I just call you because you are my friend?
June: Sure, you are my friend too, but what’s up?
Mimi: You see right through me. First, Mr. Jacobs is in jail for trying to manhandle me tonight.
June: What does that man have a death wish or something? You have broken his neck in self-defense and Claude would have made sure you got the maximum in damages from the management company for hiring him in the first place.
Mimi: I know, right? Please contact the DA’s office to make sure that loser doesn’t get out on bail.
June: Check – loser rots in jail. What’s next?
Mimi: It is psychically impossible for me to teach 8 advanced classes every day. I know the management company for the investor is trying to get the most profits, but it’s not possible for one person to carry that load of classes alone. I have only done it one day and I’m ready to curl up in a ball and never kick my legs out again.
June: How many do you think you could teach daily?
Mimi: Five, max and it would have to alternate with only 3 on days between. So like Monday, Wednesday and Friday I would teach 5 and Tuesday and Thursday I would only teach 3.
June: Check – Stop trying to kill the gym’s money maker by overworking her. Next?
Mimi: The next manager will be interviewed by three of the gyms current employees. The top two candidates will be sent to the silent partner for final approval, not the management company. Tell them they had their chance to hire a competent and capable manager, but instead they chose to hire a perv. So, now the choice is no longer theirs.
June: Check – hire a perv and lose the right to hire another one. Anything else?
Just wondering how much longer it will be for the funds to come, so I can buy out this investor and put the gym back to normal.
June: Claude will check on that in the morning. In the meantime, get some rest. I can tell by the sound of your voice you are exhausted.
Mimi: Check – Check – Check – dinner, bed and sleep coming up in that order. Goodnight, June. Thanks again for all your hard work.
June: Sounds like a plan. Night, Mimi. Sleep tight, kiddo.
You sigh as you hang up and grab a quick bite to eat before you collapse in your bed and fall fast asleep.
You wake up the next morning when your alarm goes off. Slowly, you make your way to the bathroom, knowing what’s waiting for you on the counter and what you have to do. You had read all the instructions while you ate last night, so you follow them this morning. Going to the kitchen your set a timer and wait for it to go off.
Beep, beep, beep.
Mimi: Man, that 5 minutes flew by.
You walk back to the counter where you placed the used test in the bathroom and approach it as if there is broken glass on the tile. As you stand over the stick you see …
Mimi: “+” Ok, not the end of the world. Who am I kidding?
After you walk out of the bathroom, you flop back onto your bed trying to figure out what you are going to do next. You know you have to find this “husband” and let him know, just because it’s the right thing to do, but you have no clue where to start looking for him.
Ring, ring – unknown number.
Mimi: Hello?
Mystery Man: How’s my beautiful wife today?
Mimi: How did you get my number? Why do you keep calling me your wife? I’ve never been married.
Mystery Man: Ouch, that’s like an arrow through my heart, my love. You don’t remember our wedding at all?
Mimi: I would have remembered marrying a man as annoying as you. Since I don’t, it never happened. Now, what’s your name and why are you calling me?
Sam: Everyone calls me Sam.
Mimi: And?
Sam: AND I was just checking up on my wife. Did you like the flowers I gave you?
Mimi: Are you stalking me?
Laughter
Sam: No, my heart, not stalking. Checking up on. There is a big difference.
Mimi: Tomato – Tomahto. I’m fine, please stop stalking me. I have to get ready for work not. So, I’m going to hang up.
Sam: You ruin me, my pet, but I will survive to love you another day.
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