Lost and Found (10 page)

His office is at the end of a long hallway and the entrance is a double-door affair in carved wood. There’s smokey glass on either side, giving the whole thing a kind of other-worldly feel. When I step through them will I disappear into Oz? Maybe. I wonder if it will be as disappointing for me as it was for Dorothy and her crew. Better not be any flying monkeys though. Those things were crazy weird.

I turn the handle and nothing happens. It’s locked.

I take a step back and look around. There’s a buzzer to the right of the door, so I press it.

“May I help you?” comes a disembodied voice over the speaker.

“Are you The Great and Powerful Oz?” I couldn’t help myself.

“Excuse me?”

I giggle and then stiffen my spine, trying to control myself. “Sorry. I … um … wanted to come in, I guess.” Could I sound any stupider? No, probably not. But they threw me off having the door locked like that.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No.” I chew my lip. I never thought about that little issue.

“Are you a patient?”

“No.” This is getting annoying. It took me an hour to get here and I have to get to work in less time than that.

“Are you a rep?”

“A rep? A rep for what?”

There’s a long silence after my question, and I’m hoping that means she’s about to buzz me in. I chew my lip as I wait for the sound so I can push the door in. I also give my armpit a good scratch, knowing once I’m past the doors I’ll have to chill on that stuff.

Then her voice comes back over the speaker. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to make an appointment if you want to come in.”

I stand there with my jaw hanging off kilter for a few seconds, slowly realizing that I’m getting blocked when I’m almost to my goal.

“Okay, I’ll make an appointment now. Book me in.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that at this time.” Her voice is getting uppity and that just makes me more mad.

“Why not?”

“We don’t have any availability.”

“Then why did you tell me I had to make an appointment?”

“Because you do.”

I seriously want to punch her door, but I hold back. Instead, I grab the door handle again.

“Please don’t touch the door,” says the voice.

My hand jerks back like it was burned. I look up and notice a camera in the corner of the ceiling for the first time.

“Are you spying on me?” I glare at the screen.

“We use surveillance to keep people out of our offices who don’t belong.”

This chick is so lucky I don’t have a BB gun or something really long and pointy with me right now, otherwise I would totally blow the lens of that thing right off the wall.

“You’re really rude, you know that?” I don’t wait to hear her response. Instead, I take the elevator back down to street level. I don’t start crying until I’m a full block away.

Chapter Eighteen

“WHAT’S THE MATTER, LOVE BUG?” Belinda asks as soon as she sees me.

“Nothing. I just got lint in my eyes.” I walk through the beads into the back room. A quick trip into the bathroom to wash my face off puts everything almost back to where it should be.

“That looked like real tears to me,” she says when I walk back to the front, adjusting bracelets on my arm. She lifts an eyebrow at me.

“I know. I just hate when people think they’re better than you, you know? Like you’re just some kind of piece of crap, something they find on the bottom of their shoe.”

She rubs my upper arm. “Who did that to you? You know they can’t make you feel that way without your permission, right? You’re internalizing
their
garbage.”

“I know, I know.” I fiddle with the edge of my torn cuticle. “It’s hard, though, when you’re in a swanky building outside a fancy office and the people inside are telling you they can’t buzz you in because you’re not one of them.”

She frowns and draws her chin into her neck. “What kind of fancy office were you visiting today?”

I wave the air in between us and then walk away, intent on letting the hurt feelings dissipate. “Nowhere. Just a surgeon’s office.”

“Do you need surgery? Sweetie, you didn’t tell me. Is it serious?” She comes around the counter to join me at the bookshelves.

“No, it’s not for me. It’s not for anyone. I was just … stopping by to give him something of his that I have.”

“Was this a one-night stand gone bad?”

“No, not at all. I’ve never met the guy.”

She sighs. “You’re making no sense, you realize that, right?”

I nod. I so badly want to tell her all about the ring, but then I know the subject of me not making enough money will come up and she’ll feel pressured into giving me a raise and it’ll make things awful between us. And this place is my haven. If I had to leave it would break my heart. So instead of caving in to my weakness, I stay strong and smile. “I just need to get in to see this guy but his frigging secretaries are blocking me.”

“So make an appointment,” she says. “If he’s a surgeon he can hardly refuse to see you.”

“Sure he can. He’s a plastic surgeon in Manhattan. He can pick and choose anything he wants.”

“Honey, plastic surgery? Seriously?”

I face her and laugh. “It’s not for me, I promise.”

She strokes my cheek. “Good. Because your face is exactly perfect, just the way it is.”

I hold her hand next to me, soaking up her positive energy.

“So why don’t you try and make an appointment? Maybe he’ll see you. The economy isn’t that great still. Maybe he’ll need the money and you’ll be able to get in. You don’t have to tell him that you’re not really going to go through with it.”

“I guess I could try.”

“Do it. I’ll be your wingman.” Belinda walks over to the counter and grabs the phone from it, handing it to me when she comes back.

I take the phone number from my pocket and dial it, getting more and more nervous as the rings go by.

“Oliver Cosmetic and Reconstructive Surgery Center, how may I help you?”

“Hello. I’d like to make an appointment.”

“May I ask who you are and what you’d like to make an appointment for?” The bitch is already riding the snooty train. I so want to derail her ass.

I have to breathe in and out a few times to get myself to calm down.

“Yes, my name is … Belinda and I would like a boob job.”

Belinda whacks me on the arm, but I ignore her.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have anything available.”

I hold the phone out and give it the finger before going back to the conversation. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure I understand.”

“Are you the same person who showed up outside our door earlier today?”

I hang up the phone. My heart is racing.

“What’d she say?” Belinda asks.

I swallow with difficulty. “She basically told me to eff off.”

Belinda grabs the phone from me and hits the redial button.

“No!” I snatch it back and hang it up. “They’ll never see me if you call and bitch them out.”

“I wasn’t going to bitch them out. I was going to remind them that a little kindness goes a long way. And I was going to offer them a complimentary packet of essential oils. Lots of doctors are using them in their offices these days.”

I shake my head. “Not now. Wait until after I’ve seen him.”

She crosses her arms. “How are you going to do that if they won’t even give you an appointment?”

I chew my lip. “I’m not sure. I’ll think of something, though.”

Chapter Nineteen

RALPH IS SURPRISED TO SEE me. I can tell by the way his entire hair-helmet moves with his eyebrows as they go up.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asks as I approach him at his counter. David the security guard is right behind me, the bastard.

“Hello, Ralph. So nice to see you again.”

“Likewise?” He says it like a question.

“Do you have a minute to discuss some jewelry?” I gesture with my eyes and head that we need to lose David. “Privately?”

Ralph’s eyes flick up and land on the guy behind me. He nods once and we’re left alone.

I talk fast because I don’t know how long I have. I don’t doubt for a second that Ralph will press that button under his counter if he feels threatened. I try to look as innocent as possible.

“Remember how you called my fiancé for me before?”

“Yes.”

“And how his secretary basically shut you down?”

“Yes.”

“Well, she’s doing it to me too now.”

“You don’t say.”

“And I need your help to get past her.”

“Past her?” He leans in and lowers his voice. “Are you going to break the law?”

“No, don’t be silly.” I grin really hard. “I just need an appointment to see him, and I need you to make that appointment for me.”

Ralph looks all around him, his gaze landing on each of his colleagues before coming back to me. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s very simple. See, I need someone who’s a really good liar to call the secretary, pretend to be my personal assistant, and book me an appointment. I’ll take it from there.”

“Are you completely insane?” he whispers. He might also be sweating. He reaches up to scratch at his neck.

“No, I swear I’m totally sane.”

“FYI, no insane person in the history of insane people ever admitted to being insane.”

“I totally would if I were,” I say, nodding so he’ll see I’m serious.

“I can’t help you.” He stands up straighter and then gestures at David.

“You have to,” I say, desperate to make this work. “Or I’m going to totally tattle on you.”

Ralph holds up a hand to stop David’s approach. “Tattle?”

“Yes.” I fold my arms across my chest. “I’m going to tattle that you got involved in my personal relationship with my fiancé and now he won’t see me. Because of you.”

His face goes white. “You wouldn’t.” He’s whisper-yelling at me now. “I didn’t do anything!”

I shrug, cool as I could possibly be. I don’t have a single hive yet. I am so badass right now.

“I have to see him and give him his damn ring back. And get an apology. The only way I can do that is with an appointment. All you have to do is say I’m someone famous who needs a boob job and book the appointment. That’s it. Your job will be done.”

He sighs, I think in defeat. Yay!

“Why do I think my job will never be done where you’re concerned?” he asks.

Victory is near and I’m nearly giddy with happiness.

“It will be, I promise.” I wink at him. “Come on, it’ll be fun. You can put your talents to the test.”

“What talents?”

“You’re lying-your-ass-off talents. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

He refuses to smile, but I swear I can see the desire there. “When?”

“Right now. In your office.”

He shakes his head, his lips pressing into a thin line. “No way. Ten minutes. Meet me outside at the corner of Fifth and East Fifty-Ninth.”

“Done.”

I wiggle my fingers at him and leave the building, ignoring David completely. I’m tempted to jump up and click my heels, but I resist the urge. For now, anyway.

Chapter Twenty

RALPH SHOWS UP WITH A scarf around his neck and black leather gloves on.

“What are you doing?” I ask, laughing. “It’s the middle of summer.”

“I don’t want to be recognized.”

“You’re calling him on the phone, moron. How’s he going to recognize you?”

“Hey! I’m helping you out, okay? Don’t call me a moron.”

That subdues me right away. “You’re right. I’m sorry. You’re not a moron, you’re just a little strange.”

“Look who’s talking.” He frowns at me. “What’s the number? And what am I supposed to say?”

I hand him the slip of paper. “I don’t care what you say. Just get me an appointment.” I lean in and nudge him. “Just let it flow.”

He stares at me for a long time and then shakes his head, dialing the phone. “You are so much trouble. My mother warned me about girls like you.”

“That’s because we’re so much fun.” I rub my hands together. “Just get me that appointment, that’s all I care about.”

He stares at the sky as he waits for the call to connect. I know exactly when it does because his face instantly undergoes a complete transformation. He’s no longer the uptight salesman at Cartier. Now he’s …

“Yo, hey girl, whass-up? This is R.J., personal assistant for Shay Dee, big up-and-comer for G-Unit. I need to book her an appointment for a little assistance if you know what I mean. Got your number from a friend. A trusted source, yo.” He chuckles like he and this girl on the other end of the line are old friends.

My jaw drops open. He’s a street-smart rapper from the inner city, talking about someone, I have no idea who. I think she might be a rapper too.

After he listens for a few seconds he responds. “Just a little nip and tuck. I don’t like to do deets on the phone. You never know who might be listenin’, you know how it is. So what … the doc got any time for my girl or not?”

He nods a few times and smiles. That grin comes through in his voice. “That’s perfect. You’re gold, baby. Twenty-fo’ carat.” He pauses and then shakes his head. “Nah, I ain’t got time to accomp’ny her. She’s gettin’ ready for a tour and I’m up to my azz in the work, yo, but you know, she’s a big girl. She’ll be incognito, no worries. The paparazzi won’t bother you. They won’t even know she’s there. Maybe we can get a drink sometime.”

He gives me a thumbs up. “Wednesday, three o’clock. She’ll be there. And yo, no assistants or any bullshit like that. She sees only the doctor. She values her privacy and so do we, fo’ real.”

I hear lots of yammering coming from the other end of the phone, but I don’t try and decode it; I’m too busy swirling around the sidewalk in circles of happiness.

Ralph shuts his phone off and sighs heavily. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

I run up and clap him on the back. “You’re amazing! Thank you so, so, so, so much.” I hug him, carried away by my excitement. I just watched a master at work. He could totally be my twin, except for the fact that we look absolutely nothing alike.

He shakes his head and pinches the space between his eyebrows. “Please tell me that’s the last time I’ll ever have to do something like that.”

“Absolutely. No problem at all. You’re off the hook.”