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For Better or For Worse - by: Sam Vincent (c) 2002 Part 2 - Affairs of the Past - "DAMN! I can't believe I just did that!" Greg exclaimed loudly in frustration over knocking his coffee cup over, soaking the copies of legal papers on his desk in hot coffee. "Aw shit, what a mess!" "Um...Excuse me," called a feminine voice from the doorway to Greg's office. Turning, Greg was staggered at the sight of a very striking woman standing in the doorway to his office. She was tall, easily five foot ten inches in the expensive leather stiletto pumps with the four- inch heel she wore. She was slender, with the type of figure one would expect to see on a model that worked for the top fashion designers who were currently in vogue. And speaking of fashion, the very stylish dress suit she was wearing was obviously an original, specifically tailored to flatter and fit her figure to a tee. A mane of rich chestnut colored hair, done in a very becoming style, surrounded an attractive face. And thanks to the impeccable makeup she wore her facial features were accented so that it almost made her face seem a mask of heavenly beauty. To the astonished Greg, everything about this stunning well-to-do woman spoke of breeding, style, and sophistication. "I heard you yelling...and I hate to be a bother when it seems you're having such a bad morning, but can you help me?" "Yeah, it has been kind of bad," Greg replied as a sheepish grin appeared on his square-jawed masculine face, "but what can I do for you, miss...?" "It's Tremaine...Margo Tremaine. I seemed to have gotten myself turned around somehow. I'm looking for Paul Hastings' office. Could you tell me where it is?" "I could...but it's probably easier if I take you to Paul's office," Greg said, as he placed the coffee soaked papers back down on his desk before moving towards her. "Besides, I need to get something to clean up the mess I made." "That's very kind of you," Margo said with a pleasant smile on her dark ruby colored lips. "I was here just a few weeks ago to see Mr. Hastings, and I was sure I knew where his office was. I'm usually very good at remembering things like that." Margo added, as she stepped back into the hallway allowing Greg to exit his office. "Well, you were right. His office was down this hallway, but they moved him to a new office in a different section of the building last week. The building maintenance people are planning on doing some remodeling to these offices soon. In fact I'll be moving myself before the end of the week," Greg stated while he escorted Margo through the corridors. "I see. Well, it's good to know I'm not losing my memory," Margo replied with a small giggle. "And thank you again for helping me, mister..." "Oh, I'm sorry. That was a bit rude of me. I should have properly introduced myself. I'm Gregory Lawson," Greg said as a small pleasant smile came to his lips as he looked over at Margo. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Lawson. So are you a partner in the firm, like Mr. Hastings?" Margo asked, wearing a similar smile to his. "Not yet, but I'm working on it, Ms. Tremaine. I've been working here as an associate for about four years now, and I hope to become a junior partner in the near future. Oh, and please call me Greg," Greg replied smiling more broadly at the attractive Margo. "If you call me, Margo...Greg," she said pleasantly. Then smiling a little more coquettishly at her handsome escort, she added, "Hmm... I think I prefer Gregory more. You don't mind if I call you Gregory, do you?" "No, not at all. If it makes you happy, it's fine with me, Margo," Greg agreed readily. He noticed that she wasn't wearing any kind of wedding or engagement ring on her finger. "Then thank you...Gregory," Margo said with a heartfelt look on her lovely face, her bright hazel eyes sparkling. "Oh, here we are. This is Paul's new office, Margo. I'll leave you now, but before I do, I was wondering if I could get your number. I hope you don't find this too pushy but I'd like to see you again sometime...I mean if it's okay with you," Greg asked hoping this stylish woman he had meet would be available for a date. "Well...okay. You seem harmless enough, so I don't see why not," Margo replied with a flirtatious giggle. "And I guess I do owe you for your assistance, Gregory." Then reaching into her purse, she added, "Let me give you one of my cards. It's got my name, number and email address on it." "Thanks, Margo," Greg said as he took the card Margo handed him. After glancing at the card, he then looked up at her and said, "I'll be in touch very soon, Margo. I really want to get to know you better." "I'd like that, Gregory. It sounds like it could be fun, but promise me we won't go out for coffee. I'm afraid I might end up wearing it," Margo said with a gentle laugh. "No problem, Margo. If you do, I'll pay the cleaning bill," Greg said, laughing with her at her joke. "Well, I would expect nothing less," Margo replied still giggling, then warmly adding, "I'll let you go now Gregory, so you can get back and clean up your present mess, but I'll be looking forward to hearing from you soon. Bye now." "And you will very soon, I promise. Goodbye, Margo and take care." Greg stated sincerely to this arresting woman, before he headed off to the janitor's closet to get what he need to clean up the mess on his desk. *** Greg was sitting behind his desk working away on some routine legal briefs, when he heard someone enter his office. As he looked up he found himself starring at a pretty female face with the most mesmerizing pair of emerald green eyes he had every seen. After a moment or two, Greg managed to recover his senses and stammer out, "Umm...Yes, miss. What is it?" "Hello Mr. Lawson. I'm Simon? Foster. Jenny Pulaski asked me to do this research for you for the Baskins case," said the auburn hair cutie standing in front of Greg's desk. She then handed him a manila folder with a stack of papers in it. "This is what I have so far. Will you be needing anything else?" "Thank you, Ms. Foster," Greg replied, taking the offered folder. "Your welcome, Mr. Lawson. But please call me Simon?." "All right...Simon?," Greg replied. He then opened the folder and began looking through the papers contained in it. "Let's see what you have here." Simon? rested against Greg's desk supporting herself on her hands. She watched him intently as he flipped though the papers in the folder. She had just told a small white lie in that it wasn't Jenny Pulaski's idea to have her do the research on the Baskin's case - it had been her own - and she had badgered Jenny to allow her to do it. It was a way for Simon? to meet Greg, since she had found herself attracted to him ever since the first time she had seen him around the office. She had casually asked some of the other women in the office about him, and had received very favorable reports from them - in fact, it seemed almost all the women she had talked with had a slight crush for the handsome attorney. The only negative thing she had heard about him as far as she was concerned, was that he was currently involved with someone - supposedly one of the firm's wealthier clients - and had been seeing her for the several months. A pity really since her principles would never allow her to poach in another woman's territory. But still she was intrigued by Greg and wanted to meet him, even if only to satisfy her curiosity about him, so she had used his research request as her excuse to do so. She could definitely see why she had been initially attracted to him. He was a very good-looking man. At six feet tall, he was a tad taller than she normally liked her men, but he was a very trim and fit looking specimen of the male species. She knew he kept in shape by cross- country biking, and by regularly playing golf, tennis, and basketball with some of the other people in the office. Besides his robust build, he had a very masculine face - not like you'd see on some male model or matinee idol - but the kind of face that a 'real man' had. It was strong and rugged, but with enough boyishness in it to soften it, making it very pleasing to the female eye, and Simon? was no exception. But what she found most attractive about his face were his steel gray eyes. To her, Greg's eyes gave him the kind of commanding look that she thought the hero in one of those potboiling romance books she read occasionally would have. She could almost imagine herself as the heroine in such a story, coming under the spell of such eyes, as the hero confessed his love to her. Greg's head was covered with long dark brown hair with a few specks of gray showing on the thirty-three year old. Simon? figured Greg would eventually go completely gray when he was much older, but until then, he would have that salt-and-pepper look to his hair that she found so appealing on older men, and she thought how very distinguished he would look with it. So just looking at this handsome man caused Simon?'s pulse to quicken. But in addition to his good looks, she also knew from her chats with the other women, that Greg was smart, honest, considerate and an all round nice guy. He was also one of the firm's rising stars - well known and will liked by the firm's clients. The office rumor mill had said he would doubtless be next to become a junior partner, or even possibly a full partner in the firm. And when it came to how he treated women, one girl had told her that Greg was a true gentlemen - he treated a woman like a lady, very deferential, but without ever being patronizing to her. Simon? had really liked hearing that about Greg. She liked a man who was respectfully of women, since she had known enough macho jerks who didn't have a clue on how to treat a woman. So there was much more about Greg that Simon? found appealing, making her wish once more that he wasn't seeing someone else. As she allowed her mind to wonder, a small fantasy formed of what it would be like to be dating Greg and to be his girlfriend, if he wasn't involved. A small smile formed on Simon?'s pretty face over this innocent pleasant fancy. As Greg perused the papers he could see Simon? out of the corner of his eye, starring at him with a small shy smile on her face. Occasionally he would directly glance up at the comely young woman casually leaning against his desk. Each time he did so she would quickly look away, as if she had not been starring at him, and a slight blush would appear on her cheeks. Greg smiled to himself. He was pretty sure he knew what she was doing, and it didn't bother him in the least. Having a pretty young woman check him out was nothing new, and he even found it rather flattering. Besides, there was something about Simon? that he found immanently likable, even though if asked he would be hard pressed to say what it was. He could see that she was quite attractive - a green-eyed, flame haired, five foot four inch, 112 pound curvaceous bundle with a winsome face made so by her bright eyes, friendly smile and the faint spattering of freckles over the bridge of her small nose - but it was more than just her physical looks that he liked about her. If it was anything at all, it was that he knew instinctively that she was a very decent and trustworthy person, like someone you could share your most intimate secrets with without ever having to worry that she would ever betray your trust. "Well Simon?, I must say I'm impressed." As he looked up at Simon? from the page he was currently inspecting, Greg asked, "Just how long have you been working here? " "I started two weeks ago, Mr. Lawson." "Only two weeks...Well, what you have here looks very good... unquestionably good. If you keep doing this level of work, I think you'll soon be one of the firm's most valued employees," Greg stated enthusiastically. "Thank you, Mr. Lawson. I'm so glad you liked it," Simon? replied with a big smile over his compliment. "It's Greg, Simon?. And your welcome...but now I'm going to need some additional information on the client's properties from the county assessment office." "Yes, sir." Simon? said, as she pulled a PDA out of the pocket of her jacket. With the stylus for the PDA she began to make notes on it as Greg verbally gave her instructions about the information he was interested in. "Will you have any problem in locating that, Simon??" Greg finally asked her when she had finished jotting on her PDA and looked up at him. "No, sir. I think I should be able to get this off the county's web site." "No, Simon?, don't use the web site. You'll need to go downtown to the county offices and do a paper search in the archives." "But isn't this information available though the web site?" Simon? asked with a quizzical look on her pretty face. "Perhaps...but the only way to be certain when doing this kind of in depth search is to dig through the stacks of old county property books. You don't have a problem with that, do you?" "No sir, no problem at all. I've always loved old books," Simon? said with a small smile. "I hope you know that besides being old, the county's record books can be rather dusty and musty smelling too," Greg said humorously, returning her friendly smile. "Well, I have a degree in library science and I worked as a librarian for awhile, so I'm used to it, Greg," Simon? answered with a small giggle. "Okay, Simon?," Greg said with a small laugh. "When you get to the records office, ask for Mrs. Conti. If see hasn't retired yet, she should be a big help in locating things for you. She knows those old record archives better than anyone. Oh, and by the way, please tell her I said hello when you see her." "Mrs. Conti...Yes, sir, I'll do that. Will there be anything else before I go?" "No, I don't think...hold on a second. Do you know where the county prothonotary office is?" "No sir. But I'm sure I could find it." "Well then, I have some documents that need to be at the prothonotary office before the end of the day. If you would, you can drop them off, since you're be going downtown anyway. That will save us the need of getting a messenger to do it." "Not a problem, Greg. I'd be happy to do it. Where are they?" "My secretary, Sharon, has them. Just stop at her desk and pick them up before you leave. I'll let her know that you'll be delivering them. Thanks, Simon?." "Okay, Greg. I'm going back to my desk to get my things and let Jenny know I'll be out of the office," Simon? said as she walked towards the door to Greg's office. Near the door she stopped, then flashed him a world class smile, saying, "Bye, Greg. I'll see you when I get back." "Goodbye, Simon?. I'll see you later." Greg called to her, as he cast a more than appreciative eye on her retreating shapely form as Simon? left his office. He then picked up the phone to call Sharon and let her know about his change in plans with Simon?. As he waited for Sharon to answer her phone, Greg made a mental note to talk to Jenny Pulaski about her new employee, and the excellent job she was doing. Greg hoped Jenny would assign more of his research work to Simon?, since he hoped to work with and even get to see more of this attractive, enthusiastic and industrious young woman. *** "What! What do you mean, 'you don't want to see me anymore', Gregory?" Margo said, her face registering shock at Greg's verbal bombshell. "It's simple, Margo," Greg replied coolly. "I mean that I don't want to be your boyfriend...fianc?...or whatever it is you consider me to be, because I won't be dating you anymore." "But why, Gregory, why? We've been dating for months. I thought we had a good relationship. We were even talking about getting married," Margo said, her face showing confusion. "Please, Margo, I really don't want to go into my reasons over this. I know you won't like them. Can't you just accept that I'm leaving, and let it go at that?" Greg answered in a restrained tone. "No, I can't Gregory. If you're leaving me, I think I deserve an explanation. It's the least you can do. So I want to know why - and I want to know now," Margo stated with a look of determination on her face. "All right, Margo! I'll tell you. But don't blame me if you don't like it." Greg replied forcefully. He knew Margo well enough that when she had that look on her face, that she would not give in until she got what she wanted. "You said we had talked about getting married. Well you talked about it Margo, but I've never said anything about it. And as far as having a 'good' relationship...well, it was only good when I went along with whatever you wanted. You never wanted to do anything I wanted us to do. You are way too controlling." "Controlling? I'm not...controlling!" "Oh yes, you are! Face it, Margo you aren't happy unless every thing is done your way. That's just one of the reasons why I have no interest in marrying you. I want a wife to be my partner, to share things with equally - not a domineering control freak making all the decisions without asking me my opinion or taking my feelings in to account." "So now I'm domineering too?" Margo's face showed her growing irritation. "Yes Margo! And then look how you treat people. You have this arrogant superiority about you that makes you look down on anyone you don't consider your equal. I've seen how you snub people you think are beneath you. Oh, you're very subtle about it, but it still doesn't make it right. You are not the kind of woman I thought you were, Margo." "Oh...really? Well, I don't believe this! Not for one minute! But I know what this is really about, Gregory. This is all because of that little redheaded tramp in your office," Margo shot back at him, her eyes showing her anger. "Huh? What the hell are you talking about?" Greg asked, confused over this sudden change in tactic. "Oh, please. You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. This is all about you and that...that Simon? Foster woman. I heard all about her. I know she's been falling all over you trying to get you to date her. You just want to break up so you can go fuck that redheaded slut! That's the truth, isn't it, Gregory?" Margo accused, her eyes flashing furiously at him. "No, it isn't! This has nothing to do with another woman, Margo. So you can leave Ms. Foster out of this - or anyone else you would like to blame. This is all because of you. When we first met you seemed so charming and gracious, just the kind of beautiful sophisticated woman that I wanted to get to know and maybe even marry. But its all an act - isn't it, Margo? You use that charm to get people to do what you want; and it usually works since you're so good at it. But when it doesn't work, I've seen the kind of backstabbing things you are capable of just to have things go your way. It's taken me these last few months to finally realize what a manipulating, cold-hearted bitch you really are." "A BITCH! SO NOW I'M...A...BITCH! HOW DARE YOU...YOU...YOU BASTARD!" Margo shrieked her beautiful face twisted with rage. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" "NO, I DON'T! And quite frankly I don't even care to know who you think you are. All I know is that I'm though with you and all your little games, Margo. If I had known that you were like this when we first meet I would never have asked you out on a date, yet alone entertained any thought of marrying you. So this is it, Margo. I hope you have a nice life - BUT IT WILL BE WITHOUT ME, 'CAUSE I'M LEAVING! GOODBYE FOREVER MARGO! I'M OUT OF HERE!" Greg yelled before storming off, leaving a totally stunned Margo standing there just starring as she watched him go. "Well, Mr. Gregory Lawson," Margo finally spoke aloud to the departing form of her now ex-boyfriend in a heart chilling icy tone, as her hazel eyes narrowed and grew dark, "I'll see to it that you live to regret this day." *** "Greg, here's the material you requested on the Robbins properties," Simon? said as she placed a small stack of folders on Greg's desk. "I took the time to organize it by the date of ownership so you've got a complete historical record over the last hundred and twenty-five years." "Thank you, Ms. Foster," Greg replied without glancing up from his computer screen at the cute research assistant. "Your welcome, Mr. Lawson," Simon? answered formally, but with an amused tone, "but I thought I told you before that my name is Simon?." "Okay, that's fine...um...I'm sorry...huh, what did you say?" Greg responded, totally unaware of what Simon? had just said to him, but finally looking up at her with confusion written all over his face. "If you don't mind my saying so, you seem a little distracted. Is everything okay, Greg?" Simon? asked, her soft green eyes looking into his, showing her concern. "I'm sorry, Simon?. You're right. I'm not myself today. I've got some personal problems," Greg replied. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Would you like to talk about it?" Simon? offered earnestly. "I'm not sure..." "Please, Greg, I'm a really great listener," Simon? pleaded, hoping to coax Greg into talking to her about his problem. "And it may help." "I don't want to burden you with my problems, Simon?." "It's okay, Greg. I'm a big girl, and not as naive as some people think...despite how some people think librarians are the same as nuns," Simon? harrumphed rolling her eyes. Then pausing for a moment, she sheepishly looked at him, and said with a tiny laugh, "Sorry, it seems I've also got a few issues of my own to work on." "It's okay, Simon?. We all have problems," Greg replied, wondering briefly what it was that had happened to Simon? to bring that on. Simon? pulled one of Greg's office chairs over near him, and sat down in it, then smiling sweetly at Greg, she looked him in the eyes and in her most sincere voice said, "Look Greg, I really like you and I think of you as a friend, and I'd really like to help you, if I can. So please tell me what's bothering you." Greg stared at Simon? sitting across from him for several moments as if he was mulling over her offer. Finally, he seemed to make up his mind as he said, "Well...okay, Simon?. You may be right about talking about it...so here it is. Yesterday, I broke up with this woman I've been seeing for some time. It didn't go very well. She said some things, and then I said some things, but in the end, I guess I handled it rather badly as it got pretty damn ugly." Greg's voice trailed off and he got a far off look on his face as if he was lost in thought over what he had just told her. "Define 'some time' for me," Simon? asked, interrupting Greg's thoughts. "Huh? Oh...I guess we had been together for around ten or eleven months." "So you dump this woman after going with her for almost a year. Surely you didn't think she was going to accept it with out a fight." "No. I knew breaking up wasn't going to be easy, but it was a lot worse than even I thought it was going to be." "So what was the problem? Did you break up because she wanted to get married, and you didn't?" "No. It wasn't like that exactly. Believe me, at this point in my life I'd like to settle down and get married. But marriage to me is a very serious matter and I need to find the right woman first before I'd marry her." "You know guys say that, but what they really mean is that they are just too afraid to commit to a woman to marry her." "You're right, Simon?, that's true about some guys - but not me. It's just that I've seemed too many marriages fail, not to take it real seriously before making such a commitment with someone." "Is that because you had to deal with a lot of divorces as a lawyer?" "Partly. But it's more because my parents got divorced when I was a kid. Now my mom's on her fifth husband, and my dad's on his third wife." "Gee...that must have been rough," Simon? said in surprise. She had no idea that Greg had gone through that as a child. "Um...How old were you when they divorced?" "I was eleven when they separated and twelve when the divorce became final. For a while, I got shuffled back and forth between my parents, until my dad met a girl who became his second wife. She was barely ten years older than me, and while she never mistreated me, I knew she didn't want me around, so after that I kind of stopped going to see my dad. My mom then raised me alone until she married her third husband. My mom divorced him when I was a sophomore in college. Divorce is always hard on everyone, but especially on the kids." "I can believe that," Simon? said nodding sympathetically. "So what about you. Are your parents still together?" Greg asked, trying to change the subject about his family life. "Yeah, they're still married...thirty-two years this August. It hasn't always been easy for them, but somehow they always managed to get though things together. My mom and dad are still very much in love with each other, and my sister and I both dearly love them too." "That's really great, Simon?. You see that's the kind of marriage I would want for myself, and whoever I marry. But I need to find a woman who I can really and truly love, and who would love me back in the same way, before I'd be willing to make that kind of commitment with her." "I guess I can agree with that. So this woman you were seeing wasn't like that?" Simon? asked, and then she quickly added, "And, by the way you never did tell me her name." "Not likely," Greg snorted, "Not in the least. And her name is Margo." "So, Greg, tell me about...Margo...and why you broke up with her? Just start at the beginning. Like, how did you meet her?" So Greg told Simon? all about Margo while she sat quietly listening to him summarize his months long relationship with her. Occasionally she would interrupt to ask a question to get him to clarify something he had said. Finally, he concluded as he gave her a blow-by-blow description of what had happen the day before. "WOW! You actually used the 'b' word?" Simon? asked, her eyes showing her surprise. "Yeah, I guess I did," Greg replied, with an embarrassed look on his face. "Then it's no wonder she went ballistic. If a man I cared for ever called me that...well, he would be walking with a limp for a long time after that, and I'd be needing a new pair of shoes to replace the one I broke giving it to him," Simon? said half-jokingly. "Believe me when I say, it's not something I'm very proud of. I've always tried to be diplomatic in my dealings with people, and I've had to deal with some rather unpleasant people over the years. But when it comes to Margo...well, she just seems to push my buttons in all the wrong ways." "Then I guess you're lucky you made it out alive, if she's as bad as you say. So that's why you dumped her." "Yeah. Or at least that's what I told her. But...I had another reason for breaking up with her - one that I didn't tell her," Greg said hesitantly. "Oh, what's that?" Simon? quickly asked, her curiosity piqued at this new tidbit concerning Greg's relationship with his former girlfriend. "Well...there were a couple of times I was with Margo...and something would happen that told me everything wasn't exactly right. I mean I couldn't put my finger on what it was exactly, but it seemed to set off my spidey sense." "'Spidey sense'?" Simon? asked, with a baffled look on her face. "You know...like Spider-man, from the comic books." "Sorry, I was never in to comics much." "That's too bad. Spider-man was one of my favorites as a kid," Greg replied with a wistful look on his face as he recalled a fond childhood memory. "Anyway, Spider-man had like this sixth sense, and it would warn him ahead of time when there was some danger near him." "And you think you have this 'spidey sense' too?" Simon? asked, not truly believing at this point if Greg had all his marbles, but at least willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Yeah. You can call it that, I guess. I do - kind of as a joke. Or you can call it intuition, instinct, ESP - but whatever you call it, it sometimes allows me to sense things. Ever since I was a kid, I've been able to get these flashes about the people I met. And it's been useful when dealing with some of the people I've had to deal with, like when I worked in the public defenders office. It came in handy in sizing up some of the people I had as clients." "I see," Simon? said slowly, nodding her head, as she began to believe that Greg was okay in the head despite what he had just told her. "And Margo would set off your 'spidey sense' then?" "Oh, yeah...big time. I don't mean it was like all the time with her, but every once in awhile, I got this flash that Margo was hiding something from me. And whatever it was, it seemed to be something I had never felt before," Greg quietly answered. "But you didn't know what it was?" "Not a clue. But whatever it was...it felt...real powerful...and also real dangerous," Greg stated in an even more subdued tone. "Sounds kind of creepy," Simon? replied in an equally quiet tone. This whole conversation was making her feel like she was treading on someone's grave. "It does...doesn't it?" Greg agreed with a tiny chuckle, as a half- smile formed on his lips as he tried to lighten the mood. Having broken the mood, Simon? shook herself slightly to relieve herself of the last of the weird feelings she had, before asking, "So, did you ever ask her about it?" "How could I ask her about something like that, when I can't even explain what it is. She would just think I was a crazy nut. In fact, I've never told anyone about my ability until I told you." Greg answered, and then added with a small laugh, "I was always afraid I might wind up in a padded room somewhere, if I told anyone about it." "I guess I should feel honored then, " Simon? said with a tiny giggle. Then more seriously she asked, "But why tell me, Greg?" "Because my spidey sense told me something about you too, Simon?. I know I can totally trust you," Greg stated emphatically. "Oh," Simon? answered as she now realized how much trust Greg had in her. She silently swore to herself that his faith in her would not be misplaced. "So Simon?, now that you know everything about Margo and my breakup with her, what do you think?" Greg asked, anxious for her opinion. Simon?'s face got a contemplative look for several moments as if she was composing in her head what she wanted to say. Then she began, "Well, I guess I can understand why you had to dump her. After all, she wasn't being honest with you and l know that when one person in a relationship can't be honest with the other, then it's a sure sign of trouble ahead." "Yeah, that's true," agreed Greg. "And then look at her attitude. Margo sounds like she's totally self- centered, quite pretentious, and a bit of a snob. Even with the little I know about you as I do Greg, I can't really see her as someone you could ever be comfortable living with. I'm just amazed that you went with her for as long as you did." "Well, Margo can be a quite a charmer when she wants to be," Greg stated. "Then she must be really good at it, if she was able to put one over on you," Simon? proposed knowing the kind of reputation Greg had as a shrewd lawyer and a tough negotiator for his clients. "Oh, she really is. I guess it just took me a while to figure that out about her and see her for who she really is," Greg said both in defense of his time with Margo, and in trying to explain to himself why he was with her for so long. "Well, since we both agree that Margo is such bad news, I don't understand why you seem so bothered by the fact you had to break up with her. Or am I mistaken about that, Greg?" "No, you're not mistaken, Simon?. It's just that...I can't shake the feeling that someday this will come back to haunt me - you know, like 'bite me on the ass' somehow." "Oh, Greg. Do you know how that sounds?" Simon? asked, shaking her head with a sad and slightly distressed look on her face. "I guess it sounds kind of...paranoid," Greg offered. "That's right, Greg. And you are being paranoid. Even if you hadn't told me about that 'spidey sense' of yours, I would've said you're worrying over nothing at all," Simon? said forcefully. "What's the worst that could happen?" "Well...I don't know...I guess as one of the firm's clients, Margo could leave and take her business elsewhere." "And if she did that, do you think the senior partners would blame you?" "No, I guess not. They wouldn't be happy about losing her business, but its not like the firm couldn't survive with out it. I think they would realize that Margo was just being vindictive and trying to hurt me, if she actually did that." "Well then, if that's the worst she could do to hurt you, I don't see what you need to worry about," Simon? compellingly declared, a smug look on her face over having made her point. "Look, do you want my advice on this?" "Please," Greg answered nodding his head. "Well, I don't know what guys do when they need to get over a girl they broke up with, Greg," she began, then suddenly adding with a small giggle, "If you were a girl, we could have a good cry over it while eating something richly decadent and fattening." "You're kidding, right," a disbelieving Greg said interrupting her. "I always thought that was just a joke that women actually did that." "No, it's true. My girlfriends and I do it when one of us needs to get over a bad relationship. It's very cathartic sharing something like that, and I've found that it helps a lot. I think that's why we girls do it," Simon? explained. "Anyway, since you're not a girl, my advice is to do what ever you can to get over Margo. Then just forget about her and move on. If even half of what you told me about her is true, then I don't think you have a thing to worry about. In a day or two, Margo will have forgotten about you and she'll be working on finding another poor guy to ensnare in her web." "I suppose you're right about that." "I know I am. And don't let this experience with Margo sour you on dating. You need to get back on the horse again, as soon as possible." "I won't," Greg promised. "Well then, that's all I got to say about this, Greg. I hope it helped." "I think it did. Thank you, Simon?," Greg said sincerely. "Your welcome. Now, I really need to get back to work," Simon? said as she stood up. She moved the chair she was sitting in back to where it was originally, then she added, "Jenny probably is going crazy wondering where I disappeared too." "Well, if Jenny says anything to you, just tell her you were helping me with a problem," Greg said with a small smile. "And you won't even be lying, since you have helped me quite a bit, Simon?." "I was just glad I could help you, Greg," she replied before she moved towards the door to Greg's office. She then turned to look at him and said kindly, "And I'd be willing to listen and help you anytime you want to talk about this...or anything else for that matter, 'kay?" "Okay, Simon?. And thanks again. You know you're something special," he said with a friendly smile. "Thanks, Greg. I appreciate that. I'll see you later," she responded before exiting though the door. "Bye, Simon?. Take care," Greg called to her. Simon? stuck her head back in his office, and with a sexy smile on her face affectionately offered, "Oh, and Greg, one more thing...when you are ready to date again, give me a try - and we'll see how well I meet your criteria for your ideal woman, 'kay?" Then with a small giggle she left, leaving an amazed slack jawed Greg starring at her, while he watched her departing shapely form wiggle its way down the hall. *** "Gregory Alexander Lawson, do you take Simon? Michelle Foster to be your wedded wife, to live together in God's ordinance of the holy estate of matrimony? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her, for so long as you both shall live?" "I do," Greg stated proudly, as he looked lovingly into the smiling emerald eyes of his gorgeous bride though Simon?'s virginal white wedding veil. "And Simon? Michelle Foster, will you take Gregory Alexander Lawson to be your wedded husband, to..." And so a very happy Greg, looking ever so handsome and dapper dressed in a form-fitting black tuxedo, and an equally happy Simon?, looking so unbelievable beautiful in an elegant white bridal gown and flowing train stood before the assembled throng of family and friends pledging to live their lives together in marriage. It had taken Greg less than two months after he had finally asked Simon? out to pop the question. True he had meet her at work almost three months before he had asked her out, but until then he had only seen her occasionally in the office. But after that fateful first date, there was something about being with Simon? telling him she was the woman he should spend the rest of his life with and so they became engaged, and now, three months later, they found themselves in front of the minister. Unbeknownst to the happy couple, they had an unwelcome guest at their wedding watching from the rear of the chapel. Margo had used her considerable charm and influence to get herself invited as the escort to one of Greg's friends and former clients. As she watched intently the unfolding wedding tableau before her eyes, her pleasant looking face seemed to be a strange contrast to the dark thoughts running in her head and even darker feelings within her heart. "Enjoy your happiness for now, my darlings," Margo thought to herself. "I swear this day will be one of the few happy days you'll have in a very short marriage." To Be Continued. Coming in Part 3: The Anniversary