Red – Part 1 – Sara’s drive home
It was already past 3:00 when Sara left Brian’s apartment, walking briskly to her car. He had begged her to come by for a quickie before she headed back to her home in north Jersey, and she was glad she had. She’d met Brian two months earlier when she returned to the university in Richmond for summer school. She was determined to get her accounting degree in 3 years, complete her masters, and she’d be set to take over her dad’s accounting firm in Hoboken. Brian was a 29 year old painting contractor and he, high on his stepladder painting the ceiling of her apartment hallway, had caught her eye when she stepped off the elevator. She was the only one on her floor at the time, having returned a week earlier than all of …