Smoke rose from the forgotten cigarette in the ashtray. A pack of newly opened Marlboro Menthols lay next to the ash laden bowl. Cassie stared at her untouched vodka tonic watching tears of condensation puddle on the green coaster.

Running her hands through her sandy blonde hair, she glanced up towards the neon clock above the shelves laden with bottles of assorted drink. She shook her head. Was it only an hour ago that she told Sam? Only an hour ago he replied it was over?

She gently rubbed her abdomen.

Raising her hand she singled to the bartender, "Hey, Jim."

"What do ya need?"

She shoved the ash tray, cigarettes and drink towards him, "Toss this stuff, will ya?"

As Jim walked away, she dialed her office. Sam would be in the sales meeting, but she didn't care.

"Margret, it's Cassie, I need to speak to Sam."

"Cassie, he's in a meeting."

"I know about the meeting, they're my clients. It's important."

"Ok, please hold."

She listened to the clicks of the transfer.

"This is Sam."

"Hi, Sam, it's Cassie. I quit."

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