EXCERPT III_IS THE GRASS REALLY GREENER

She's living life on her terms, with her demands. She makes no excuses, she sees what she wants and she goes after it. She's determined, but sympathetic of others; she's aggressive, but patient; she's successful and she's a fighter. Now life is calling her on the carpet for daring to live life on her own terms. Our third excerpt from "Is the Grass Really Greener?" features our small Cuban flame, Pavielle.



“Damn!” Pavi said aloud as she slammed the phone down on its cradle. She breathed a deep sigh reflecting on the phone call. Dr. Schwartz wanted to see her in the office today. That could only mean one thing…she might be dealing with the “C” word. Pavi recalled the morning that she had first found the swelling when she was finishing her shower before work. Aaron, her boyfriend, had already left for work after spending the night with her. She was finishing a hot and refreshing shower reminiscing about the night before when she started her self-breast exam. It was something she had done every month since she was a teenager, and an act she recommended to all of her family and friends. Pavi was diligent about being a health conscious person, working out, eating healthy, meditating, routine doctor visits, and staying as stress-free as possible.
‘It can’t be what I think it is…is it? No I’m being neurotic that wasn’t anything, just a little swelling,’ she thought to herself. ‘Perhaps I have some type of bacterial infection under my arm,’ she attempted to reason with herself. She knew that it hadn’t been there last month…or had it?
Before she allowed her anxieties to kick in, she got out the shower, dried off and made the call to Dr. Schwartz’s office for an appointment. That had been almost two weeks ago, and now she was getting the phone call that she had anticipated and dreaded simultaneously.She turned away from her desk and stared out the window at the fountain in the park across the street, seeing but not seeing. Her view of the square was exquisite, but it didn't hold her attention at the moment. Tapping a long Platinum Pink lacquered nail against her pearly white teeth her mind was a million miles away. Strategic planning was her strength not indecision. Indecision was for the weak, it was for the confused. She lived life on her own terms and dictated what did and did not happen. And that's what she was about to do now. Taking her right hand and pulling her long, red hair up into a messy bun, she plopped down into the high-backed tan leather swivel chair.
Picking up the phone, Pavi dialed extension 5387 for her assistant Carolyn.

          “Yes, Ms. Herrera?”         “Can you please check my schedule and tell me what I have scheduled for the rest of the afternoon?

“You have an 11:30 with Pete Ogilvie and a 3:15 with Nicholas Hambrick. You are scheduled to have a 1:00 lunch with Sharon in accounting, and that’s been rescheduled twice,” Carolyn stated with a bit of warning in her voice. If Pavi decided not to keep these appointments, it would be Carolyn’s responsibility to cancel, and she knew that Sharon was not happy about the two canceled luncheons already. She would never take her frustration out on Pavi, but Carolyn would definitely feel the effects of that.
“Damn,” Pavi said again for the second time in less than five minutes. “Cancel my 3:15 with Nick until next week, and I’ll contact Sharon. It’s already after 11 so Pete’s probably on his way. Update my calendars for Nick and send a birthday card to Mike Eggers.”
Pavi hung up the phone before Carolyn could reply. Carolyn didn’t take offense at it, she knew that Pavi had just received a call from her doctor’s office and she had been distracted all week. Carolyn made a mental note to get Pavi a thinking of you card.  Pavi had been a wonderful boss over the course of the past 2 years since Carolyn had been working at the real estate management firm, and was always thoughtful of what was going on in Carolyn’s life.
“Sharon…I’m rescheduling our luncheon this afternoon. Yes the reports are in now but I have to handle something that can’t be helped. I’m sorry but you’ll just have to consult your schedule and tell me what available opening you have on Monday. Yes, sure, I promise we can meet on Monday for lunch…on second thought scratch that let’s move it to first thing Monday at 9, are you open?”
Pavi listened with a small thread of patience as Sharon consulted her calendar. They scheduled their meeting for Monday morning at 9, and Pavi hung up to prepare for her meeting with Pete Ogilvie. Life would go on. JUST WRITING MY DREAMS,C. MICHELLE RAMSEYwww.cmichelleramsey.comI hope you enjoyed this excerpt from 
           "Is the Grass Really Greener?"
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