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The Accident (Part 19)
A Short Story
The Conservatory…
The rusted out pickup truck pulls up to the curb, blocking the way to the front doors. A man standing six feet seven inches tall, black leather jacket, jeans, and a ponytail hops out of the truck. He throws the keys to the valet and walks through the open front door.
The man walks across the open room to the concierge desk. “Hello. My name is Leroy and I’m here to see Jim Foster.”
The woman sitting behind the desk responds, “Do you have some ID, sir?”
“Really, Janice?! You know who I am. Why are you doing this to me?” He replies to the receptionist.
“Yea, I know who you are which is exactly why I’m asking for some identification. I don’t need Dr. Marx, Mr. Felix, or anyone else giving me shit because I let you in without their permission.” Janice said a bit angrily.
Leroy smiles, “Do you really think I want to step foot in this place if I don’t have to? Dr. Marx asked me to come. Well, he asked for both Kristen and I to come, but she’s busy at the…
