"Stop chasing me!" shrieked the little boy with freckles and fire-red hair. Sheila couldn't help but stare as she entered her sleek black Mercedes with all-wood paneling and leather interior. She flipped up her cell phone and immediately dialed the number of her office, reaching Suzy, her secretary. Without even a greeting, Sheila began rattling orders away.
"Call Mr. Isham, cancel my appointment at 3:30, have the McLaden, Hyatt, Jacobs, and Smith Warner files on my desk a.s.a.p." All in one breath. "Oh, and don't forget my double espresso with sesame seed bagel. Toasted.".
Sheila tries to engulf herself in work whenever possible, which isn't too hard considering she's a high priced lawyer in New York earning over $350,000 a year. She made some decisions earlier in her life, which still haunt her and she wonders daily if she made the right choice. .
Chit chattering of fellow students and constant clicking on keyboards surrounds the busy coffee house, combined with the sweet aroma of espresso blended with whipped cream. All Sheila could think about was the pink plus sign on the pregnancy test. Here she was a junior at Princeton, one of the best schools in the nation, and she was facing the biggest decision she"d ever make. Oh the humiliation she would face from her family and the disappointment that she would cause them, more so to herself. It had been her dream ever since she hit junior high to become a high priced lawyer in New York.
"Hey sweetie. I missed you," he whispered softy in her ear. "What's wrong? Did you get an A- on an exam," he teased.
"I"m pregnant Keon," she said in one quick breath.
He gently took her in his arms and promised to always be there whenever she need him. Sheila pushed him away and immediately told him her decision without looking up.
"I"m getting an abortion at a local clinic tomorrow," she sniffled. "Don't try to change my mind. As soon as she said that she barged out of the coffee house leaving Keon full of emotions.
