Plan C: Suck up my pride, admit I was wrong, and hope he doesn’t fire me because I haven’t received an official job offer from anywhere else yet. Whenever he decided to bring up my email, I knew I was going to have to choose between three options when I responded. Somewhat relieved, I took the elevator to my floor and unlocked my office-unsure as to whether I should start organizing my things for an upcoming termination or not. There was no “What I Need Today” email from him this morning, no last minute request for coffee, new release novels, or breakfast.Īs I headed to the office one hour earlier like he requested, I noticed his Jaguar wasn’t in his designated spot. Leighton had sent me a message minutes before midnight. And for a moment, it seemed like it really was, until I checked my phone and saw that Mr. I woke up twice in the middle of the night, hoping this all was some type of bad dream.
She tried her best to distract me from today’s epic mistake by making me watch terrible Netflix shows, and letting me crash on her couch for hours, but it was no use.
I’ll see you in the morning.” He ended the call, and a large glass of wine was immediately thrust into my hand via Amy. I nodded, slightly turned on by the way he’d said the word “private.”
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