Please Mister Please

 

Macy had such high hopes of joining the company. She could wait to be on an actual team in the banking industry. This would be big time. Scoring an apartment from an old classmate and wanting her in his circle.

"He must have had a crush on you, back then, huh?" L summed it up right away when Macy couldn't help but gush about her new job.

"Oh, no, it was never like that," Macy blushed, thinking she probably should smile so much at someone she just met. "He was my math tutor."

"Oh, was he?" L smirked, all casual yet professional in the same outfit. Macy looked down at her Mary Janes. She just didn't feel right for the part.

"There's a lot of work, you know, putting files in order, and then some," L mentioned, sometimes there were late nights. "At least for me anyway."

Macy nodded, knowing she had time on herside. Still, she was nervous. So very nervous. Evidently, L noticed how she jumped at every little noise in the old elevator. By the time they got to the bottom, Macy felt nauseous. 

"Would you like me to drive?" L looked at her as if she could read her mind.

Macy nervously replied, "Yes, please." She dug in her satchel for her keys, telling L on the way to the park garage that it was her grandmother's old car. "She hardly ever drove it. She's really into saving the planet and all." Macy found herself rambling, and L clicked the key, finding the car immediately in the crowded garage. The silver Camry beeped back.

"Don't we wish all grandmothers were that way?" L shrugged and opened the door for her like a scene from a movie. Suddenly, Macy felt she was in her own Mary Tyler Moore series, perhaps. L took control, and out they drove with no problem. Macy had never noticed the big city so intense and overwhelming, even in the dark shadows of the bright sun.

It wasn't long until L found a spot for the car and showed her the way in. Honestly, Macy felt she'd found her new best friend, even if she was certain it wasn't that way. She knew she couldn't ask much more of this streetwise person who never met a stranger. L knew everyone.

Before Macy knew it, L handed her a sweetened ice coffee. "I know it's winter, but the coffee can really burn you if spilled it." Maybe it was an omen for what was to come. Once they got where Macy thought she was going, things got strange. She could even see Wade laughing at someone behind the counter near the cubicle offices. Macy spilled her drink down her thrifted outfit, which might have looked more librarian than office material. 

"Well, that does it," An older gentleman in a dark suit and tie looked her over, "We don't need preschoolers here." His hands were on his hips as he shook his head, no.

Wade came to Macy's defense. "Hey, what are you talking about. She's a hard worker. I should know."

"Woo, that's enough."

"She came all this way from Colorado, can't you give her a chance?" Wade protested. Macy could tell his lanky body was ready to kick that higher up in the ass.

"I hear it's a mess in reception, after all the layoffs. She's cute. See if they can use her?" The balding man crossed his arms, giving them a straight lip.

Wade went to call someone. He then asked L if she could take Macy to see Francine.

"That's his better half," L told Macy on the elevator down to the lobby. "I suppose she's been wanting to meet you, anyway."

"Really?" Macy couldn't imagine why.

"I hear she's always asking him, ' What's the deal with you? '" L sighed.

Macy felt a lodge of anticipation in her throat. No way did she want to have to work with Wade's fiancée.