The letter lay on the park path as if it had become part of the red, yellow, and brown leaves that surrounded it. The paper was of a thick colored stock that felt heavy in her hands and she opened it up carefully almost feeling weird about reading someone else’s private mail. It was written in business letter format and in messy handwriting. An address to the side read:
Edmonton AB T5C 4E4
Under the address was a date September 27, 2014 followed by the body of the letter which stated that the letter writer (David) wished to end his relationship with Ann. He had met the love of his life and it wasn’t her. He wrote that he respected her and had enjoyed the time they spent together but that his new girlfriend was jealous and that Ann, his Assistant, could no longer be part of his personal life and if he she wished he would find her a new job, with better pay of course, in the company. The letter was signed David xoxo.
Ann crumpled to the black pitch path beneath her. She wiped the sweat off her suddenly damp palms and stared ahead at David’s house where she had spent the night. She didn’t know what to do. Why was this letter written to her, Ann Bennet, at her address, lying on the park path by David’s house? They had been together for 4 years and she had thought that eventually they would end up marrying, that had been her end game — her happily ever after.
But now reading the letter a heaviness crept into her heart. Ann slowly got up off the pavement and hobbled towards David’s house, letter in hand. When she opened David’s patio door and crept inside the house, David was already eating breakfast and he smiled at her in that familiar way that Ann had come to love. He kissed her cheek and Ann’s tear escaped onto her cheek bone.
Ann thrust the letter into David’s hands with big sad questioning blue eyes. David gasped reading the letter quickly:
” I didn’t write this, there isn’t anyone else. You’re the only one I want,” he sputtered confused. But the red-head coming down the stairs in a beautiful wool navy shift dress made everything fall into place for Ann. She shook her head, and lifted her chin to the receptionist on the stairs believing nothing David tried to tell her.
” I’m going to get my things.” Ann said and David begged her not to. ” I would like a different job,” she whispered, ” I can’t be your assistant anymore.”
At the top of the stairs the seemingly saintly red-haired receptionist smiled and watched the love of David’s life walk out of his life. Things were going to change and it all begun with the wonderful letter she had left for Ann as Ann had taken her morning run.
No one knew that the receptionist had faked coming to David’s last night under the guise that her boyfriend was trying to hurt her, she knew David, wouldn’t send her away. Yes, things were going to change, and Ann was no longer an obstacle for the red-haired temptress at David’s firm.