Writing 101 – Ann’s Engagement Ring Part IV of A Letter to Ann)


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It had been 2 months since Ann had been at work as David’s Assistant or had been David’s girlfriend. It had been 2 months since Ann had found that awful letter that Cameal the receptionist had placed on the park trail for Ann to find and believe that David had written. ” 2 months,” Ann murmured aloud. She rummaged through her purse looking for a particular object.

It was a platinum ring with a pear-shaped diamond from Tiffany’s. She adored this ring. It was the engagement ring David had given her when he had proposed to her all those months ago. Yet she had run from him, afraid to trust him. Afraid of a little receptionist who had seemed to her the ideal young women, the women David should want.

Ann was 33-years-old now and not in her 20’s anymore. She had the tiniest little wrinkles appearing around her eyes from squinting and smiling. Her skin did not quite hold that youthful and baby-faced glow that those in their 20’s had. But she wasn’t old. Far from it her life was just beginning.

After leaving David, Ann had needed time to think. So she had taken her vacation time, 6 weeks plus two weeks from the year before and David had not objected. She had taken off and done what she had always wanted to do as a 20 something. She had gone to Europe and visited France, Germany, and Britain.

She had seen so many beautiful Cathedrals, places where you could feel God’s spirit and the spirit’s of the Saints, humming in the air in a peaceful reverent tune. She had been shopping at too many expensive boutiques in Paris and all over France. She was a well paid Executive Assistant and she had saved her money for so long a little shopping didn’t hurt. Not a few Louboutin shoes, Dior Dresses, and some lingerie that David would love to see her in, that she felt terrific in — La Perla and some brands she did not know.

Ann planned to go back to David but she had just needed time to think about their relationship, about their future. She didn’t want to wait long to get married with girl’s like Cameal in the world ready to spoil one’s plans. Ann didn’t care what her and David did as long as a few close friends and family were at the wedding. Ann also wanted a dog and sometime soon, little one’s to play with the dog. She had such big dreams.

She stepped off her flight out of EIA into Edmonton, into the cold Alberta winter.  Ann wondered if everything would be okay. Crossing her fingers she drove home, not to her condo, but her and David’s home. She dropped most of her luggage at the door and grabbed her purse and her carry on and went up the stairs only to find that at 5 am David was gone, probably already at work. She wasn’t sure if she should stay but Ann didn’t really have much of a choice as she hadn’t slept in hours. She slipped her ring on her hand and fell asleep a top the covers of the bed. She hoped David was okay.

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David massaged the temples of his head and ran his fingers through his short dark brown hair. He was one of the partner’s at the law firm he worked at. He owned part of the company and he missed his Assistant like crazy. Where was Ann now, he wondered? She had emailed him now and then with little pictures of her doing things in Europe, with a croissant, below the Eiffel Tower, By Buckingham Palace, at some church somewhere in Germany.

2 months were such a long time for Ann to be gone away from him. and away as his Assistant. Ann’s filler at work was so slow and all over the place. She was no Ann. He was getting behind at work and to top it all off that little whore Cameal had accused him of sexual harassment that day she had chased Ann from his home.

David loved Ann. There was no question when it came to her and Cameal that there was no competition. Cameal was some immature girl. He had explained so much to HR and and it had been tough to convince Blanche the head of HR that he hadn’t done anything to Cameal except place the letter she had written to Ann in her inbox to show her he knew what she was up to. Blanche had sympathized with David and said Cameal had been getting complaints left and right about her work. She had been a good worker but now she just seemed to flout everyone except David. Blanche found it curious that she would all of a sudden turn on David.

David had told Blanche everything that had happened between him, Cameal, and Ann. Blanche knew of course that David had a relationship with Ann and there were no rules against office romances but HR liked to be informed if it was serious. He was set to get a new Assistant anyways, and Ann would move up in the office after they got married. If they got married? Was that possible still?

Blanche assured David that Cameal had crossed many boundaries with different men at work and that she would be ‘taken care of immediately’. David was not in trouble, Cameal was no longer a threat, and David figured he would take the day off and go home and sleep. He hadn’t slept much since the harassment accusation and the last picture Ann sent, a smile on her face, as she took a selfie on the flight home. Maybe she came to my place, our place, he thought, hopefully.

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Ann awoke to kisses on her neck and face. She stretched and smiled even though she knew she looked bad, makeup all smeared, and jet lag showing under her eyes. She moved her head back to receive more kisses. She dreamt it was David and he smelt so good, citrusey and woodsy like his cologne. She moved her hand up in this dream to stroke David’s cheek and felt the stubble there, moved her hand up further felt his soft hair and then the frame of his glasses. He must be tired, she thought, he never wears glasses.

She didn’t protest as dream David slid her out of her jacket and shoes and under the covers of the bed and perhaps it was then when she was snuggled beside him that she felt for real this time, his breath on her neck and continued little kisses.

“Your back Ann” David rasped “your really hear, for good?” he wondered aloud. She turned around and opened her eyes so she could see David. Between her thick lashes she saw his dear face and began to trace it with her fingers, “for good” she whispered. And they both slept the sleep of the dead that day, David’s finger tracing the platinum band of Ann’s ring as he fell asleep.

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Cameal was in tears. Life wasn’t fair. She was fired. HR had not believed her harassment claim about David calling it bogus and insulting to David who had been very kind to Cameal given the circumstances. She had received 6 months severance and been told to pack up her things at her desk. She did this as she wept and regretted having ever met David or that ugly Ann. Fine. Go ahead be with her David, she thought. You two deserve each other. And they did.

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