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I’ve attached an annotated copy of our contract below with the relevant portion highlighted.
To avoid a severe penalty, I suggest you contact me for further discussion. Future breaches of contract will result in immediate legal action.
Regards,
Zachary Sun
CEO, Sun International Inc.
T-MINUS 22 DAYS.
Isurvived my first week without Zach.
During that week, I met with cops and lawyers to discuss the case, hung around the Costa house with Dallas and occasionally Frankie (much to Romeo’s displeasure), and avoided staring at the key, which I finally shoved deep into one of the birthday shoes from Zach.
Today, Dallas had managed to convince me to watch a local youth fencing tournament. Paranoia tingled up and down my limbs as I speed-walked to the bleachers, chin down.
“Slow down. My belly bounces against my thighs each time I take a step.” Dallas latched onto my arm. “You know, everyone’s looking at youbecauseof what you’re wearing.”
I wore my waves tucked into a baseball cap, black-out sunglasses blocking my eyes, and the striped uniform of a bowling alley I’d recently picked up a shift at, just for a little pocket money until the house sold.
Vera had agreed to put it on the market, since she needed money for her mounting legal fees.
Dallas and I settled into a seat for two seconds before she turned her nose up, sniffing. “What’s that scent?”
“Puke.” I groaned, shaking out my uniform. “The con of women’s suffrage. We girls have girl-bossed too close to the sun, and now we’re spending our weekends cleaning up puke instead of reading books in the hot tub.”
“Speak for yourself.” She scrunched her nose. “I binge-watched all seasons ofOne Tree Hillthis week while you worked.”
The scent of acid wafted up from my shirt. I stood, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “I’m gonna wash up and change.”
Dallas waved me off, already lost in the competition.
The familiar symphony of swords clashing tickled my ears. I wanted to stand nearthe piste, close to the action, but I didn’t feel the urge to suit up.
Odd.
On my way back from the bathroom, I ran into a fencer, practicing her lunges in the hall. I’d spotted her warming up earlier with the other under-14 girls.
I hesitated near the entrance back into the gym, still in my glasses and hat. “You’re an épéeist, right?”
She nodded, her face screamingstranger danger. “I’m up next.”
“I noticed you practicing.” I bounced from foot to foot, wondering if I was overstepping. “You’re focusing too much on fancy moves instead of distance and timing. Focus on your basic footwork, and you’ll end up seconds ahead of your opponent.”
“Really?”
I shrugged, realizing I’d only ever taught Zach, who was a natural. “Just food for thought.”
And yet, I found myself leaning forward when the announcer called out her name and the match began.
Anna lost the first two touches, too hellbent on making snappy moves.
Footwork, kid. Focus on your advances and retreats.
“Ow.” Dallas jerked her arm out beneath my grip. Whoops. “You need a chill pill. You don’t even know her.”
“I know, but…”
