Oh Jeff... I love you too... but...and I should have told you this earlier,
BZZ! BZZ!
Emily's secretary interrupted the moment.
Yes, Daisy?
There's an urgent call for you, Ma'am.
Just a moment, please, Jeff.
Panic surged through Jeff as the hold music kicked in, playing nostalgic 70s hits.
What did I do wrong???
Is there someone else??
Oh no, she must have found someone new! Jeff fretted as he waited.
Ten minutes passed, and he was still on hold.
His mind raced with possibilities about what Emily needed to tell him. Was she in love with her boss? No, her boss is a woman. Wait! Is she a lesbian? No, that can't be it... Come on, Emily! It's been 14 minutes! he thought, frustration mounting. This is ridiculous! I’m going to see her, he decided, hanging up the phone. He hopped in his car and sped toward Emily's office. The drive took about 10 minutes in light traffic, and he arrived even more frantic than before. He rushed into the building.
Emily's secretary greeted him.
"How can I assist you today, Sir?" Daisy asked.
I need to see Emily right now! His voice was anything but calm.
Ms. Fitch is currently in a meeting. I can take a message and let her know you stopped by, Sir.
No! I need to see her immediately!! Jeff's anxiety boiled, spittle came from his mouth as he started pounding on Emily's office door. His face flushed, he shouted, "Emily! Open the door! We need to talk right NOW!"
Emily flung the door open, her eyes wide in surprise. "Jeff, what on earth...?" she began, but he interrupted her, firing off questions.
Who is that man? He pointed at the tall, gray-haired figure behind her desk.
Is he your new boyfriend? How could you betray me with some old geezer like him!? How could you be this selfish?!?
Jeff rolled up his sleeves, a fierce look in his eyes. He was ready to fight!
"Jeff, this is the President of the company, who’s visiting for a few days and he’s also my father, If you had let me explain, I was trying to tell you we need to push our dinner plans to 8 PM because Daddy is in town."
Emily's father scowled at Jeff, eyes burning with anger.
Jeff grinned and asked, "So, what do you feel like for dinner?"
THE END (literally!)
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Thanks for reading! This was written for Raymond G. Taylor's "Oh Jeff flash fiction challenge." See link below: - Sam
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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Comments (7)
Please forgive the clumsy cut and paste. I would like to publish your entry (or entries) to the Oh-Jeff challenge in an upcoming book and of course need your permission to do so. Details are all here: https://shopping-feedback.today/writers/oh-jeff-the-book%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E Thanks, Ray
Excellent take on the challenge… poor Jeff!
Very suspenseful story. I was holding my breath to find out what was going on
Ha ha! How to get the wrong end of the stick. Great entry with plenty of pace. Well done
Hi, I'm Jeff. Lol. I can see myself doing that because I have severe anxiety 😅😅
Excellent work! :))
That was very funny, Sam, I enjoyed the story.