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Chapter 33
Izzie
Standing in the kitchen, I’m making a sandwich with all the fixings when my phone rings.
I look at the caller ID, but don’t recognize the number.
Hesitantly, I accept the call.
“Hello?” I say.
“Hi. Is this Ms. Williams I’m speaking to?” a deep voice says on the other end.
“It is,” I respond.
“Excellent! I’m calling to let you know that you’ve won a family four-pack ticket to go to this year’s Super Bowl.”
I stand there, saying nothing.
How the hell did I win tickets?
I didn’t even enter into a contest or anything.
“Ms. Williams?” the man on the phone says.
“I’m still here,” I state. “Sorry. How exactly did I win these tickets? I never entered into a contest to win Super Bowl tickets.”
“I don’t know what you did to win the tickets, ma’am. I was just instructed to notify you.”
“Okay,” I say in a confused tone. I’m going to have fun messing with this scammer.
“Along with the tickets, all expenses will be paid. Airfare, hotel, driver, and food. You will have a driver who will pick you and your guests up, take you to the airport, where your plane will bring you to your destination. Your tickets are special VIP passes and will be waiting for you at the hotel.”
As he lists off each thing included with the tickets, I become more and more stunned. I fall onto the nearest barstool resting against the kitchen island.
This is crazy. How is this happening?
“I’ll be sending you an email with all the details,” the man on the phone continues. He confirms my email address. “Is that the most efficient way to send you the info, Ms. Williams?”
“Uh-huh,” is all I can say.
“Excellent!” he exclaims. “I will send you an email right away, and I do hope you have a wonderful time at the Super Bowl with your guests. Have a wonderful day, Ms. Williams. Goodbye.”
“Bye,” I say to dead air after the man has already hung up.
He didn’t ask for my address, my social, and my card info. I actually think this might be real.
My head is spinning. The tickets and the amenities are amazing. Anyone would be jumping up and down in excitement if they were in my shoes.
But they don’t have the same messy circumstances as me.
The man I slept with and came to care about is playing for one of the teams in the Super Bowl.
Also, I’m still pissed that I lost my job with the team and under ridiculous circumstances.
I sigh. This is all confusing.
If I’m being honest with myself though, I would love to see Brady again. I miss him. A lot more than I thought I would miss him.
