Damian's Oracle

He waved the page in front of her.

"This is fruit punch, by the way," he said, nudging the bottle of red water toward her. "Your favorite, right?"

"I don't remember telling you that."

"Anyway, among the wacko postings, I found this site." He pointed on the page to reveal a link to a website with a single name and phone number written on it.

Damian Bylun.

"What is this?" she asked, taking the paper from him.

Jake wiped his mouth the way he did when he'd admitted to cheating on her four years ago. She lifted her sunglasses to squint at him.

"It's a blog this doctor guy keeps. In it, he describes what you're going through."

"For real?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"How did you find it? I spent days surfing the net. Even Tanya tried to help."

"Aw well, you and your best friend just aren't as good as The Jake. She's still a bitch, by the way," Jake said.

Sofia rolled her eyes. He'd never gotten over her friend refusing to date him after she dumped him. Jake's ego was as large as his size sixteen feet.

"What does he say my symptoms are from?"

"I don't know. His blog is firewalled from here, though, so you should just call him."

Damian Bylun. It struck a chord deep within her, as if she should know it. Struck by something else, she removed her sunglasses and eyed Jake, saying,

"You know, you haven't spoken to me more than to say hello in two years. I haven't been able to get you out of my cube for the past two weeks. What's up with that, Jake?"

"I've been doing a lot of soul searching and am just trying to … be a better person," he said with a nervous chuckle and rubbed his mouth again.

She could almost see him standing before his mirror practicing the line before going to the bars to pick up chicks. But whatever he was hiding couldn't be that important.

"I'll look at this later," she said. "Go forth and leave me be, The Jake. Leave the punch."

"Sofia, I really think you should call this guy," he said, looking her in the eye. "Please."

A sense of uneasiness ran through her at the gravity in his normally light tone.

"Fine, I will."

He flashed a smile and strode from her cube. Sofia looked at the paper again. She retrieved her cell and tucked the paper into her pocket. Snatching her sunglasses, she almost made it to the door before she heard Lacy's voice.

"Sofia, can you come see me?"

She grimaced and turned to see the tall blond striding toward her office. Lacy wore a skirt too short and tight for office wear, but when you're the boss …