Chapter 3: Chapter 3

She read the book every chance she got, hating each and every time she was pulled away from her erotic suspense. Just a few days before she’d managed to get a few days off, and was just settling down with her book, a Coke, and a big bag of potato chips when her boss called to inform her he was just about to leave for California on a multi-million dollar deal, and since she was familiar with the product, he didn’t want anyone else but her to take care of the office.

Too bad she would probably miss her plane and be fired, but—well, that’s the way things had gone today, so she stuffed the book deep into her bag where she saw her dead, useless cell phone taking up valuable space.

God, how she wished she had taken the time to recharge the batteries before making this long trip. Anyone else would have taken care of it immediately. Your fucking signal gets low, you recharge. Oh no, not her. That would be way too organized, and no one could ever accuse her of anything so sensible.