She could be 60, unattractive, or completely not my type beyond a glory hole, but it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter who she is, what she does, or what she thinks about me beyond my cock inside of her.
I push the elevator button,it’s been at least four minutes and the piece of shit still hasn’t hit my floor. No longer having patience, I decide to hit the stairwell.
“Mother-fucking, cock-sucking, cunt.”
I smile at the voice as I see Penny on the next level, collecting papers and haphazardly cleaning up spilled coffee.
“Rough morning?” I ask, bending down and collecting the dry papers I can.
“If the fucking elevator was running properly, I wouldn’t have had this issue.”
“I’ll call maintenance when I get to the office.”
She looks up at me with watery eyes and nods. I finally look at the papers I’m collecting.
Shanahan’s Private Investigations is plastered on the front with their crest. The rest are details about Penny’s adoption history and general information about where and when my aunt and uncle adopted her.
“You’re looking for your parents?”
“My birth parents, yes.”
“I didn’t realize that was something you wanted.”
She shrugs her shoulders, giving up on the coffee as she stands up and takes the paper from my hand.
“I just need to know,” she says, and I nod.
“What if you don’t like what you find out?”
“Hating the result is better than not knowing at all.”
Don’t I fucking know it?
We head down the stairs together; I text the cleaning crew to clean up the stairwell and send another text to Marie to have the elevator guy come out and figure out what the fuck is going on.
The sun is blistering fucking hot as we step outside.
“Do you want a ride to work?” I ask her.
Kemper’s isn’t far from our building, but it’s still on my way to the office.
“Please,” she says and we get in my car and I blast the AC as high as it will go.
“Do Aunt Holly and Uncle Tim know that you’re looking?”
“Yeah, it was my mom’s idea. I’ve held off on actually doing anything, but now it feels like the right time.”
“Why?” I ask.
She pulls her dress down over her thighs and fidgets with the hem before speaking.
“I’m turning thirty and I’m not anywhere near where I thought I would be by now. I hate my job. My relationships have been one shitty boyfriend after the next. I think having some closure on my birth parents will help me move on, among other things.”
“Other things?”
She looks over at me and squints. “You’re being a chatty Cathy today. But like I told you before, no more boyfriends. Maybe I should go back to school or something, but the idea of going back at twenty-nine makes me want to jump off a tall building.”
