My Future With Mr White

By: J A Fielding

“Yeah. That was one of the accounts I worked on when I first started working at...wait. Please don’t tell me that’s the account we lost,” she said, looking at Mitchell, who was now nodding. “Mitchell, what the hell happened? If anything that was our most solid account. If you asked me, I would have said that the account was guaranteed for at least the next five years,” she said.

“Sweetie, if there is anything guaranteed in business, it’s that there is never a guarantee,” he said as he looked at her. She slammed the laptop shut and then stood up. “Babe, where are you going?” he asked as he held her hand.

“I need to do damage control,” she said. Mitchell pulled her back down on the couch and then looked at her.

“Okay, you want to do damage control. What kind of damage control do you have in mind?” he asked. She shook her head and frowned.

“I don’t know...just...I don’t know. I just need to go to the office,” she said. Mitchell smiled at her.

“Whatever you need to do, you can do it right here. And that’s why I came home. I knew you would need the help,” he said as he took his phone out of his pocket.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Checking in with Stacy,” he said.

“What for?” she asked.

“I left her in charge of damage control. She’s got everything covered,” he said as he typed away on his phone. “See?” he asked as he showed her a reply from Stacy assuring him that everything was fine. “You don’t need to go in. Plus you have two girls and a man who need you right here,” he said, looking at her. She smiled and leaned back on the couch.

“I really need to get back to work. I am beginning to feel like a sad housewife,” she said. Mitchell laughed.

“Well, most sad housewives don’t look this good,” he said as he moved closer to her.

“I said no sex. Seriously, what has gotten into you?” she asked as she pulled away from him.

“I don’t know. But it’s like Rita being here makes it exciting, like we’ll get busted or something...I don’t know why. But I just can’t seem to relax around you nowadays,” he said in a whisper. Natasha looked at him, surprised.

“I honestly hoped for a better explanation,” she said, looking at him. “Sometimes I don’t think you are the man I married,” she added as she leaned back on the couch again. Mitchell laughed.

“Forgive me for bringing the spontaneity back to our marriage,” he said. Natasha looked at him and smiled.

“Honey, save that for our fortieth anniversary,” she said. She then leaned forward and took her laptop.

“What were you working on?” he asked.

“Reports. Last fiscal year,” she said. Mitchell shook his head.

“Why are you doing reports?” he asked.

“I’m not doing them, just going over them. Just the reports from my department, though,” she said. Mitchell looked at her computer screen and frowned. “What?” she asked.

“Can it wait?” he asked.


“It has nothing to do with sex. I promise,” Mitchell said, cutting her short.

“Okay. What do you have in mind?” she asked.

“Where’s Rita?” he asked.

“She went out to meet Dave. It was a while ago so I guess she should be back any time now,” she said.

“She has a spare key to this place, right?” he asked. Natasha nodded.

“Really, what do you have in mind?” she asked.

“Well, I was not entirely honest about why I was home,” Mitchell said. Natasha shook her head.

“Okay, so we didn’t lose the account?” Natasha asked.

“No, we lost the account, all right. But I got a call from Pete Faulkner,” Mitchell said.

“Okay, who is Pete Faulkner?” Natasha asked, looking confused.

“My friend from the Thirteenth Precinct. He said he has a lead on Rita’s mother,” he said. Natasha smiled.

“Awesome. So where is she?” Natasha asked excitedly.

“It’s a lead, sweetie. Not a location. We still don’t know where she is,” Mitchell said. Natasha frowned. “It’s better than nothing. So I was thinking we could go over to the station and meet up with him,” he said. Natasha smiled and nodded.

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