One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 13

Today has been a different day than most. Almost every day of my life is exactly the same as the last day, so it is odd that I have broken from that norm. I ate my husband’s breakfast. I took a shower and fixed my hair, even putting on a little makeup. I put on a nice outfit, as if I had someplace to go. I didn’t. But for some reason, I felt a little more valuable than I had in a while, and I guess Braxton Merriweather had something to do with that, even if he doesn’t know it.

Even though I look nicer than normal and had eaten better than on an average day, I still have chores to do. I am washing the dishes when my phone rings. I don’t recognize the number, but I decide to answer anyway, something unusual for me. I think I may as well keep up this unusual day with an unusual telephone conversation.

I had no idea at the time just how right I would be.

"Hello?" I say as I drop my sponge into the sink and dry my hands, nestling the phone between my neck and my shoulder.

"Hello. Is this Mrs. Thompson?" a female voice asks.

"Yes, this is Julia Thompson," I say, curious as to whom I’m speaking to. Her voice sounds familiar. I think I know who it is.

"This is Cindy from Merriweather and Associates. I hope I’m not disturbing you."

"No, not at all." Now, I am very curious as to what is going on. "How are you?"

"Good, thank you for asking. We were wondering if you might be able to come to the office for a bit today. Mr. Merriweather would like to speak to you."

I freeze. Had she said Mr. Merriweather? What in the world could he want to speak to me about? "Y-yes," I stammer. "It’s just… my husband might not understand why I’m there." In all honesty, I am afraid Jeff will be angry that I am at his office. He doesn’t like for me to leave the house at all except to go to the grocery store, so I can only imagine how furious he’ll be when he finds out I’m there.

"I assure you, your husband knows we are expecting you and understands," Cindy says in that confident voice. "I can send a car to get you. Will you be ready in an hour?"

I hesitate again. If it’s true that Jeff knows I am expected and has agreed to let me come, then I can’t imagine a reason why I should say no. Unless, of course, Jeff is only saying yes because he feels pressured to do so by his boss. I hope that I am making the right choice. "Yes, I can be ready in an hour." I think about what I might wear. I am already wearing something nicer than usual, but if I’m truly about to visit with Mr. Merriweather, I should put on a dress. And heels. And more makeup….

"Wonderful. Mr. Springer will be your escort. He’ll be there around 1:00."

I look at the clock. It’s just past noon. "Thank you, Cindy," I say, and she is about to hang up when it occurs to me there is an obvious question I have not asked yet. "Cindy, may I ask what this is in regards to?"

"I’m afraid I don’t know the details," the other woman says. "But Mr. Merriweather will explain it all to you once you arrive."

Her tone is cheerful, and I have no reason to think it is anything horrible, so I say, "All right then. Thank you."