While Pandora was not at work, she was trying to use all her internet stalking skills to try and find out who and where Nemo was. Still, after weeks, she was drawing up a blank. Just as she was about to switch off the laptop, Bean and Curd started moving around.
“Hey, you two, I am not giving up. I just don’t have enough information to find him tigh
around.
now,” she said as she rubbed her belly, but they kept moving
“If it comes down to it I’ll make a stupid tiktok and ask the internet to find him. I swear to you I will find him.” For some ungodly reason, she ended up on Craiglist, the holy grail of ads and ‘find my mystery person‘ posts.
She groaned at some of the posts. They made her cringe and they weren’t even about her. But there was one ad that caused her to grit her teeth together.
[My Brother–in–Law and the runaway bride.
1, along with my wife and her family took a short vacation to Vegas.]
Pandora tilted her head a little. The situation sounded somewhat familiar!
[We–apart from my brother–in–law, let’s just call him X, were having a great time. We hit the tables and slots and took in a few shows. We had planned a Jnight out, and we went to our favorite club. X was supposed to meet us there, but I had my doubts as he tells me every year he hates the place.]
The pieces fell into place. Milton was probably bored at work and posting this funny post to humor himself. Pandora continued to read.
[But he never showed up. Instead, my dearest brother–in–law went off and got married. So, late or very early in the morning at a chapel in Vegas called, Destiny’s String, he was married. The bride, who I fear suffered from a case of rash decision while being sloshed. She woke the next morning, seeing my brother–in–law as he normally is, she must have got scared. She fled the scene.
For now, I got him a replacement wife, we call her Jane, but he thinks she is full of air. He keeps leaving her lying around, which is making her feel deflated! Now, you may ask why I am sharing this with you, well here it is, X is in need of a good few dates so if you feel you could put up with him, send me a text and I’ll arrange something. Please note there is no refund in this, as this is a free offer!
Oh, if you are his long–lost wife… please feel free to respond as well.]
Pandora had a good laugh and shook her head. The comments under the post were hilarious. So much so that she couldn’t help but type out a response.
<Hi, get back to work. Or get some help.>
With a smile, Pandora hit send.
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www
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Pandora felt as if she was falling asleep. Aron’s mother–in–law passed away and today was her funeral. Since Aron wasn’t in the company today, Pandora had to oversee some extra work,
Not that she minded. Aron had been picking up after her for the past few months. Today was good for her, she felt as if she had repaid him. Sadly, most of the day, it was one thing after another and nothing seemed to go right.
The clients were late, files were missing, Bean and Curd kept making her run to the bathroom every five minutes. Due to everything that went wrong, she was running on an empty road at midnight, trying to get herself home. The roads were terrible because the rain was pouring down and she could barely see.
“Come on. Turn green!” she yelled at the light that had been red for what seemed like forever. She was so tired, and the fact she felt like she was starving yet again, meant she couldn’t just go to bed when she got home.
“At last,” she grumbled out as it changed. She only got a few meters down the road when she heard a loud pop sound and the car made some weird thumping noises as it pulled to the left. Pandora put on her flashers as she moved slowly to the side of the road.
She got out of her car, threw her hood up, and walked around the car. ‘Are you freaking kidding me?” she yelled as she glared at her flat tire. “You picked tonight of all nights to do this to me?”
Shivering, she
back in the
car and grabbed her cell. Dialing for roadside assistance, she listened to the ringing.
“Hello, thank you for calling Roadside Assistance, how can I help you?*
“Yes, this is Pandora Leonard and I have a flat tire.”
“I’m so sorry you by
a flat
e, Ms. Leonard, give me a moment to pull up your account. She went through the formalities of answering all of the security
questions.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, it seems that your insurance has been discontinued.”
AR
Pandora pressed her lips together, to stop the ‘no it has not!‘ from coming out. “I have been with you for ten years.” She was able to stop herself from swearing but she was unable to stop herself from hissing and ranting at them.
“That’s true. You had been with us for over ten years, Ma’am, but your husband canceled your policies with us last month,” the woman snapped back.
“My what canceled what now?” Pandora yelled at her.
“Your husband canceled the policies.” The woman had the audacity to click her tongue at Pandora.
“Since I am divorced with a restraining order against him, I would like to know WHO gave him access to my ACCOUNT that I PAY for. YOU better get your boss right NOW!”
“There is no need to yell at me,” the woman said, sounding as if she didn’t give two shits about Pandora’s demands. “There is nothing we can do for you.”
