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Some Creators laugh. I’m enthralled by her and the confidence she displays. It’s a complete shift from the woman who didn’t feel like she was worthy of being a Creator.
“Dreamland isn’t only made for the more privileged who can afford quick skip passes, hundred-dollar entrance tickets, and overpriced food and drinks. It’s made for the able-bodied. For those kids who were born with a leg up—no pun intended. So my idea is to change the very foundation of the park and shift the way we view our guests.”
All I can do is stare in silence as she goes through various slides covering different ideas. From wheelchair costumes to sensory hours for children with autism, Zahra meets the demands of children and adults alike who are often overlooked at Dreamland. She delivers all the content with the biggest smile on her face. The more she talks, the stronger the longing grows in my chest.
I want to steal her away from everyone and tell her how proud I am of her. And to confess how sorry I am about everything I did and said.
Because I care for her.
Because I want to be with her regardless of any obstacles.
And because I want to be a man my mother would be proud of, and I want to do it by Zahra’s side.
I sit taller in my chair, wanting to gain her attention. To have her turn that smile on me so she can see how proud I am of her idea. But she doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t even bother turning in my general direction at all. It’s like I don’t exist. I ask questions to try to get her to look at me, but she answers smoothly, staring straight ahead at everyone.
If anyone notices anything amiss, they don’t show it.
With each ignored opportunity, the feeling in my chest intensifies. The burn only increases as Jenny stands and gives Zahra a hug.
“Amazing job, Zahra. You’re going to do such big things one day. I just know it. It’s a shame we won’t have you here after the holiday break.”
I blink a couple of times. “Repeat that.”
Jenny’s spine straightens. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Kane. I didn’t think you wanted to be kept up to date on things like these.”
I ignore her and look at Zahra. For the first time, her eyes find mine, but they’re devoid of all emotions.
I detest it with every fiber of my being. “You’re quitting?”
“I gave Jenny my two weeks’ notice on Tuesday.”
I do the math. If she submitted it a few days ago, and next week is a holiday break, then she’s not coming back. The realization sits like a rock in my stomach.
She stares at me with a blank expression.
“Today is your last day?” I snap.
Jenny decides to play pacifist. “We’ll all miss her very much.”
She didn’t quit after coming back from her sick leave, so what changed?I stay silent, stewing in the potential reasons for Zahra submitting her two weeks’ notice. Jenny claps her hands together and wishes everyone a happy holiday.
Each employee goes up to her, switching between hugs and high fives as they each say their goodbyes.
Fuck.No. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Why would you expect her to stay after everything you did?What have you proved to her besides the fact that you’re a selfish fuck who chooses yourself every damn time?
“Everyone is dismissed except for Ms. Gulian.” I step toward the podium, hoping to cage Zahra in.
Zahra’s body stills. Our gazes clash together as I stand in her direct eyesight.
The Creators move along like I’m not glaring a hole into Zahra’s face. They each wish me a Merry Christmas before exiting the room, buzzing with excitement to be let out early.
I stand between the podium and the door, leaving her no option but to get through me. “You can’t quit.”
“I can and I did.”
My fists ball up my sides. “But we had a deal.”
