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Mom places a hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “Forget about our anniversary. We have plenty of those.”
Twenty-eight, to be exact.They’ve been solid since Dad swept Mom off her feet with his stories about Armenia and his tenacity to take her out on a date despite her weekly rejections.
Mom wraps her arms around me. “Our daughter is going to be a Creator! Did you hear that, Hayk?”
“Hard to miss since I was sitting right here.” Dad winks at her.
I sigh. That’s my parents. Votedmost likely to make me nauseous with their lovesince the day I was born.
Mom takes her seat beside Dad. “I can’t believe Mr. Kane offered you a job after you told him how disappointing his ride was. Now that’s our daughter.” She shoots Dad a knowing look.
I grimace. “Well, I didn’t tell him that exactly…”
“She’s lying. She told him that it represented everything Brady Kane would hate if he were still alive.” Claire tips her glass of water in my direction before taking a sip.
Ani’s brown eyebrows rise. “You didn’t.”
“I might have gone a little overboard but it’s true. The design Lance submitted was only a fraction of the idea I created with Brady.”
Dad’s smile drops. He reaches out and gives my hand a squeeze. “Well, the joke is on Lance. Now you have a new job and you have the chance to fix it until it’s exactly what you dreamed of.”
“I’m not sure that’s what Rowan wants.”
I’m already going into a job grossly underprepared and under-qualified. The last thing I want to do is make waves with the Creators, especially after my accidental proposal.
“If he hired you, then he has a good idea of what he’s doing,” Dad says.
I wish I felt as confident as he did in my skills. Ever since I left Rowan’s office, the worrying thoughts have multiplied until they became overwhelming.
What if I only had one good idea that Brady Kane helped take from average to amazing? What if I was a one-hit wonder who will crash and burn in front of the very people I’ve looked up to my entire life?
I hate that I’m slipping into these old thinking traps. I’m letting Lance win every time I give his criticisms any airtime in my head, and it only annoys me more.
If you don’t believe in yourself, no one will.
My family pulls me out of my thoughts. I pop the champagne bottle and raise it toward the ceiling.
Cheers, Brady.
* * *
I arrived ten minutes early today to impress Rowan with my newfound punctuality, but my efforts were for nothing. His door remains shut, so I talk Martha’s ear off. It doesn’t take us long to become gal pals who bond over our favorite romance author and our forever craving of Chick-fil-A on Sundays.
Talking with her helps pass the time.
Even Martha has to work, so I fiddle with the fabric of my polka dot dress and mess around on my phone.
The door to Rowan’s office opens with a bang. I jump in my seat and press a hand on my racing heart. Whatever coffee Rowan drinks in the morning clearly isn’t working for him. He walks out of his office without giving his secretary and me a second glance.
She all but shoves me out of my chair. “Go!”
I speed walk out of the lobby to catch up with him. It takes me double the amount of steps to keep up with his long strides because the man istall. How does he fit through a doorframe without ducking his head?
As we continue walking, the silence eats away at me until I burst.
“I’m starting to think you’re not much of a morning person.” I somehow find myself matching his strides.
Rowan grunts under his breath. He leads us toward the Story Street Catacombs entrance.
