After Tom walked out, I sat there stunned and perplexed. Is this really what I think it is? Did Alex do what I think he did? Is he that cruel? Would he really have done something like this? Alex never seemed the overly malicious type before, but then again he broke my heart and stole my dreams from me. Was he that desperate to get away from me? Am I that bad of a person. I only wanted for us to have the perfect life together. I thought we had something genuine. He always seemed so open and loving. Not someone to pull the rug from under a girl’s feet. Well, he did do that to me. I want to keep remember the good times, and forget what he’s done to me already. I looked around my office trying to figure out what to do next. Do I act cool? Tom said that no one would know. Do I go and interrogate the entire research staff? Do I go and confront Alex? At that last thought, I knew I was being rash. What else was there to do but to go home and soak in the tub, again. From there I would figure out what it is that I had to do to straighten all of this out. I regained my composure and grabbed my bag and attempted to walk as calmly out to the elevator.
Thankfully I was out of my office and out of the building before I knew it. I was roaring back to the monastery. All I could think of was the one blaringly obvious truth that I had found out: Alex stole some of the eggs that we had to do our research and had been so selflessly given by women who just wanted to help. He stole those eggs and then used them on Penelope. He gave her the gift of life, like I wanted to give millions of other couples like Alex and I are, I mean, were. It is still all too painful to use the past tense.
It all makes sense. That is why Alex was acting so strangely. He knew that he had to distract me somehow to get those eggs. He was the one that encouraged me to let the people I hired to do their jobs. He said that even though I was more than capable to help do research, I still worked too much. I chalked it up to him thinking that I wasn’t making enough time for him, which to be fair, I wasn’t. So then I started taking more of a backseat on the research part. I focused a little more on the fundraisers and benefits in order for us to keep up. We need quite a bit of money to keep this place running. A great many people relied on me. He had been trying to keep me out of the labs so that he could get what he wanted, what he needed. Was he tired of waiting? Was having a child consuming him so much that he didn’t care about who the mother was? We were making great strides in our research. We almost had it!
I made a vow to myself then and there, that not matter what, I was going to find out what the hell happened. I wasn’t going to sit here and feel sorry for myself. I had to know what Alex was up to. He could potentially be screwing up the entire company. I was resolute in what I needed to do when I drove up to the doors of the monastery. I knew then and there that I needed to find a way into Alex’s life without him knowing it. In that case, I needed Phil.
I smiled to myself as I walked into the bathroom. I had somewhat of a plan, and I was going to do it. I whipped off my power suit and turned the tap on and filled the bath with lovely steaming water and made the best bubble bath. The bath was going to help me finalize all the plans in my mind. Solidify them. Finally the gargantuan bath was filled almost to the brim, and I sunk in feeling the heat melt away the tension. I was lying there with my eyes closed humming, “Respect” by Aretha Franklin, when suddenly I was splashed in the face! I did not appreciate that in the least. When I cleared my eyes of bubbles, I looked up to see TruPaul’s face. She didn’t look too happy. “Girl! What is going through that head of yours?!,” she screamed. “Stalking, seriously? Do you have your Spanx on too tight?” I was stammering, trying to defend myself. How am I supposed to explain this to TruPaul? She says she’s here to try and help me and that there are better ways to fix things than planning revenge. Well, this isn’t revenge, and I told her so, “This is going undercover! Tyra did it, why can’t I?” TruPaul gave me an exasperated look, “Honey. Tyra didn’t stalk her ex. She went undercover to show that there is still prejudice in America. Plus, she’s fierce! You are not acting so fierce right now!” I rolled my eyes at TruPaul. All I could think about was the shopping trip that I needed to go on in order to dress like Phil.
TruPaul seemed to get beyond frustrated with me and Poof! she was gone. It didn’t matter to me. I had bigger and better fish to fry. I had a shopping trip to plan. Ugh. It’s been so long since I had dressed as Phil. What size did I even wear? I don’t know how I’m going to feel about walking around in flats. Should I wear a suit? Should I wear something more casual like jeans and a sweater? I had to extra manly on this occasion. I also had to learn to be less conspicuous. Well dressed, but not dressed too well. This is too exciting! I haven’t had anything to be this excited about in ages!
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