“The police said he was in a car accident and they refused to provide any details.  They said that they would check on Ben’s status periodically and to call them if he was conscious and coherent.  They needed information from him about what actually took place.”  Beth continued.

                    “It’s been hours.”  Rick muttered again.  He was worried and stressed; and mentally beating himself up for daring to have fun when one of his siblings needed him.  He could have gotten here sooner and seen Ben before they locked him up in the operating room.

                     During the plane ride back to Atlanta, Erika tried not to think of Rick and how wonderful he was in bed.

        Instead she thought about her work, there was a new client she took on.  It was Maxwell Enterprise, a medium sized corporation.  The records and financial sheets were long, the review process were tedious.  The deadlines were fast approaching; she would need the financial sheets ready and the financial report done for the quarterly meeting.

         To be truthful, she had never found accounting particularly interesting nor fulfilling.  It was simply something she could do and she did it well.  She sighed.  If her mother hadn’t talked her into majoring in Accounting in college when she told her mother she needed to select a major, otherwise Erika was sure she would have been a painter.   She had always loved Art classes as a child and she found the strokes of a paintbrush fascinating.  You can create so many different emotions with a flick of your wrist.  You could create a totally different world or make people see your point of view.  With accounting, it was a dry occupation, either black or white where creativity was never a part.  She never blamed her mother; it was her fault for not voicing her thoughts and opinion on the subject matter.

          Erika just didn’t see her old life quite the same way after meeting Rick and spending time with him.  He made her see that if a person’s not happy with what she did and didn’t derive any joy out of it, then it simply wasn’t worth doing.  She knew he was right.  Life was too short to waste slaving at a job you hated or are indifferent to.  But she was twenty-nine and not young anymore, could she just throw away what she worked so hard for?

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