My Tomorrow by Megan Nugen Isbell Page A

mood. 
    “Are you okay?  You seem upset.”
    “I’m fine, just a little tired,” I lied.
    “I’m not buying that.  When I first saw you sitting here you looked as if you were a million miles away.”
    “It’s nothing I won’t get over,” I said, wishing he’d drop the subject.  I couldn’t very well spill my guts to my boss, especially a boss I hardly knew and a boss who was entirely too good looking.
    “It’s not healthy to keep things bottled up, ya know,” he prodded and I knew he wouldn’t relent.  I’d learned that with the coat.
    “Just trying to recover from disappointment,” I said, trying to crack a smile that would hopefully get him to let it go. “Some plans fell though is all,” I added with a shrug of my shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal. 
    “Are you gonna be okay?”
    “I’ll be fine,” I said, shaking my head as if to brush it off. “It’s just my stupid boyfriend.  We were supposed to spend the day together.”  I stopped then, knowing I shouldn’t be bothering him with the lame details.  My personal troubles were no concern of his and I didn’t want to burden him with my juvenile problems. “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t be carrying on like this, especially with my boss.”
    “Hey, I asked, so I opened the door, and unless we’re in the office, I’m not your boss,” he said and I smiled at him in thanks. “What were your plans?  The ones that fell through?”
    “The MOMA, lunch and well…the park,” I laughed. “But I’m already here.”
    “Well,” he grinned. “How ‘bout you and me go knock the other two off your list?”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Dead serious.  It’s been forever since I’ve been to the MOMA.”
    “And you’ve got nothing better to do on a Sunday afternoon?”
    “Nothing that can’t wait.”
    “I can’t ask you to do that,” I said.  This was my boss after all.  There had to be some sort of rule against this kind of thing.
    “C’mon.  It’ll be fun.  You’ll get your mind off of your stupid boyfriend, as you put it, and I’m practically a native, so who better than to show you around?  It’s a win, win situation.”
    I paused for a moment before answering.  I barely knew Drew.  He was my boss, but I couldn’t deny that his offer was enticing.  An afternoon with him might be exactly what I needed to drag myself out of my sour mood. 
    “Okay,” I relented and I tried to ignore how appealing spending the day with him sounded. “Thank you, Drew.”
    “No need for thanks.  Do you mind if I grab a quick shower and a change though?  It’ll only take a second.”
    “Sure.  I’ll just wait here for you.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous.  You can watch TV while I get ready,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand to me.  I took it with mine as he pulled me up. 
    “Where do you live?” I asked as we re-entered the streets of Manhattan and the overwhelming sounds of horns and cars and packed sidewalks.
    “Right there,” he said, pointing to a building just across the street from Central Park and I had to stifle a gasp.  I hadn’t known what to expect, but it wasn’t one of the fancy buildings I’d passed on my way to the park.  When we approached his building, a man in a black suit opened the large gold doors for us. 
    “Good morning, Mr. Saben,” he said politely.
    “How are you today, Charlie?” Drew asked and Charlie replied with a, “Fine, thank you,” as Drew smiled and I followed him in.
    The building was even more impressive on the inside. The marble floors and gold accents made it almost look like a museum.  I followed Drew to the elevators and he pushed the number twenty.  It made a quick ascent and the doors opened again a few moments later. 
    The hallway was too quiet as we approached his place.  It was a far cry from my apartment on the Upper Eastside.  He punched in a code on the keypad next to the door, then pushed it open and I followed him inside.  When he shut