Mr. President

"What would you propose our next steps would?" I ask.

Roy takes out his phone and dials it.

“Hi, Lorna,” he says into the device. “I have Mason here. He wants to talk to you.”

He hands me the phone.

On the other line is the salvation for my company.

The chance to live another day.

All for the small price of my soul.

185

Becca

It drives me crazy when I send a text message, and I don't get a response for days. Especially when that someone is Mason Kane. It's been several days and I haven't seen, or heard from, Mason. He hasn't shown up at my apartment, he won't answer my texts, and he won't answer my calls.

At work, he seems to be in meetings all day or offsite.

It's like I'm in the Twilight Zone or something without seeing him.

Can you blame me though, huh?

I love him.

I’m carrying his child.

Oh, God. I need to tell him.

It’s like fate is making this even harder for me to tell him than normal.

I try to send him another text:

"R U Alive?!"

Nothing.

I send another one: "This isn't funny. Can U at least let me know U R breathing?"

He still doesn't respond, and from what I can tell, the messages are delivered, but not read.

It's uncharacteristic of him. What did I do to deserve this?

One minute, things are going great, and the next … they aren't going at all.

I decide to call.

I find him in my contacts and press the call button.

It rings, and rings, and rings some more before finally going to voice mail. But there's still no Mason.

It's what I expected.

Fuck. I really need to speak to him, but given that he won't text or call me, and I can't find him at work, or even at his apartment, it's proving difficult to do.

I've spent the last 48 hours researching Red Lion Aviation, and I'm finding more holes in the company than I've found in the slice of Swiss cheese on my sandwich today. I need to run a few things by Mason. I honestly have so many questions, and he's the only person who can help me answer them.