Part 11
402 Words
ELEVEN
"Miss? Everything is unpacked and put away as requested. Including the computer set up in the study. We're a full service removalist and if there's anything else we can do –" he presented me with a business card "– don't hesitate to call us for anything."
I surveyed my immaculate apartment, profoundly glad that I'd hired someone else to turn it into something that resembled a home. After Jo and I had done all the interminable packing, I was thoroughly sick of the whole moving process, so I'd called them to ask for the extra service. After all, I could afford it, even without the huge government payout. That reminded me – I still hadn't signed the paperwork. I needed to try contacting Nathan again. But he could wait until tomorrow.
Right now, I wanted coffee. Time zones messing with me – it was daylight here in Perth, but it'd be dark and dinnertime in Sydney and Melbourne. A little bit of caffeine should help me stay awake for a few more hours. I plodded to the kitchen and was delighted to find the kettle plugged in and on the bench, waiting for me. I filled it with water from the tap and clicked it on before searching for the rest of what I needed for my caffeine hit. Mugs were in the cupboard over the kettle and there was a fresh carton of milk in the fridge – a nice touch, I thought as I mentally thanked my conscientious removalists – but there didn't seem to be any coffee. Not even a sachet of two-years-past-the-use-by-date decaf in my brand new kitchen. I turned the kettle off mid-boil and headed for the study to check when my online grocery order was due to be delivered. And to make sure I'd ordered coffee.
My computer seemed unusually slow today, as I scrolled through the pile of junk mail that'd accumulated while I ignored my email in Sydney. Buy this, ON SALE, check out our new...all got deleted. Something odd had managed to dodge my spam filter, I noticed, my cursor hovering over the one from DoctorLove1986 at a generic email address. The subject line was my misspelled name.
Oh, this should be good, I thought, figuring I'd open it. Would it be a Nigerian prince professing his undying love, an expert physician telling me I needed a p***s enlargement or just some dating site desperate for more people to join their paid service?
When I read the first line, my jaw dropped.
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