Her Last Wish

Fist Bump

Star. Leave unopened. Permanently Delete.

Star important e-mails.

Leave unopened maybe important e-mails.

Permanently delete spam mail.

I'm such a busy woman now. I mean really. Or so I've been told. Trust me when I say that my life consists more than going through my e-mails.

I'm reading an e-mail from a local business. Which by the way, makes no sense because the town is so small, so why not talk in person? But reading e-mails makes me feel so important so I keep going. They're asking to keep their shop out of the Bolton Movement. Just like every other shop I've read an e-mail from.

"How's it going there? Busy day?"

I place my forehead on the cold wooden desk in frustration as Max walks in with two cups of coffee. I look up and give him a long sigh before readjusting myself in the seat.

"Isn't it always?"

He gives me a small smile. As he always does when he pities me.

"Here. I brought you a coffee to help."

"Thanks," I say placing it aside. "It's actually not too bad today though."

"Let me see. Maybe I can help you out."

I scoot my swively chair over to the computer screen to make space. He walks over to see the screen. I start showing him the e-mail I had been looking at. He squints at the screen and crouches down a bit.

"That's stupid!" he says motioning at the screen with his hand. "They voted for me, they told me so!"

I look up at him giggling. He gives me a confused look before continuing.

"I don't understand them. If they weren't okay with the Boston Movement, they shouldn't have voted for me!"

I stop giggling and nod my head instead.

"Yeah that's true. I still have to reply though."

"No you don't. Just delete it."

I look at him surprised.

"You sure boss?"

"Yeah, hey I have to go start the meeting right now. As soon as you're done head over there."

"Okay I'm going."

Max is about to head out the door when he suddenly turns around.

"And don't call me boss."

"Aye, aye Captain!" I say saluting him, laughing. He gives me a look and then heads out the door. I continue looking at the e-mail, contemplating my decision. Ah, I won't over think this one. Delete.

I grab my purse noticing the time. Half an hour left until my lunch break. I'm about to close the door to my office. And yes, I know, I have an office! It's been a week since Max won the election and I'm not still used to it. Something hits my hip.

"Ow, what the hell."

I turn to look at the culprit. Oh, it's just Jack.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Coffee?"

"Don't worry about it. And no thanks." I say pointing at my coffee in hand. He looks at it, then giggles and continues with his coffee cart. Jack is what you would call the waterboy. Too innocent and nice for his own good. He can never say no. He's probably more busy than me. Always making copies and coffee. It sucks. I always tell people off when I get the chance but they never listen.