Page 46 of Buried Treasure
Sydney turned to her friend just in time to see the disgusted look on his face.
"Don't worry," she told Amelia. "I'm here to look out for him too."
"I know you are," Amelia replied. "Maybe you and Andy can work together, if you know what I mean."
"Mom!" Ryan sighed and turned towards the elevator. "It's time for you to go."
Amelia gave Sydney a smile that said that she knew exactly which buttons to press to tease her son the most, and she planned to press every one of them before her flight took off to the Great White North.
"Don't worry, Sydney," Amelia said in a motherly tone. "Things will get better for you. You're going to be fine."
"I hope so."
Ryan's mom nodded and followed her son to the elevator with Sydney finally closing the door on the pair.
She tried to get everything straight in her head again. Ryan was headed to the airport now even though his flight didn't leave for a few more hours. The only reason he was leaving now instead of later was because of his mom. So that meant… Did Andy leave to avoid her? Why didn't he leave later since he didn't have to get on a plane for several more hours?
She needed her coffee. Again. Badly. But just as Sydney picked up the mug from the counter, she saw something that had been sitting underneath it. A white business card with "Andy" and a phone number scribbled on the back. The front looked like a typical business card for any business. This one had Andy's full name, his title, the team's logo, and a phone number that didn't match the one on the back of the card. Maybe the one on the back was for his personal phone. Maybe he had thought about her before he left and he did still want to talk to her. Maybe she had jumped to too many conclusions. Maybe that lack of trust from her job was making things look negative in other parts of her life.
She did know Andy, at least she thought she knew enough by now. The Andy she knew wouldn't have just left. Although maybe a "Call me," or "In case you need anything," would've been a nice touch to not make it look so clinical.
She was still staring at the card trying to figure it out when her mind was pulled back to reality by her phone ringing, and Lucy's name flashed up on the screen. Sydney took a deep breath. She wasn't about to start talking to Lucy about this whole nonsense just yet so better to just act normal and not freak out about the guy she slept with who left her a business card.
"Hey, Lucy," she tried to say casually. "What's going on?"
"Nothing good," her lawyer replied. "The S.E.C. is starting to put their case together against John, and they have questions. Lots of them. I need you over here as soon as you can get to the office."
Sydney wearily rubbed a hand over her face and sighed. "I need to get ready, so can you give me an hour or so?"
"You have an hour," Lucy said. "Oh, and John is here in the other conference room again. You can't talk to him or even acknowledge his existence. It will just make things messier for everyone."
"Right. I will remember that," she replied.
"Sydney, I promise I'm going to get you through this."
She swallowed hard to push down the emotion in her throat. At least Lucy hadn't left her alone to fend for herself in Detroit.
"That's why I'm glad you're my lawyer."
"I'll see you soon," Lucy replied quietly.
"Yeah, soon."
Sydney hung up and put her phone down on the counter. It was time for her to get into a power suit and a killer pair of heels.
It was time to forget about Andy's card.
