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The one who wouldn't think twice about snipping Stacey's comments down to size? The one who wouldn't let a man, let alone her boss push her into hiding?
The woman in the glass is a shadow of that girl. She barely resembles the Maya that I know. Or rather, used to know.
I toss the rest of my burrito into a trash can, my appetite gone.
The thought of quitting my job and disappearing into a new life hangs around my mind like an unwelcomed guest.
As the sun begins to set and the city sky shifts into blues and purples, I find my way back home. Back to the fortress I've created, away from the world.
I kick off my shoes, shrug off my coat. Heading back to my desk, I switch on my laptop, open up a new document and start typing.
Hunter,
I am writing to formally announce my resignation from my position as Project Manager & Assistant with immediate effect. My last working day will be two weeks from today.
I have enjoyed my time here and learned a lot from working with you and the team. However, I have decided to pursue other opportunities.
Thank you for your support.
Sincerely, Maya Jensen
As I read over the words, they seem so cold, so clinical, so... final. But I know in my heart that it's the right thing to do.
For me. For him.
Then he can get back to his normal life, the life before me – a life of power lunches, board meetings, and billionaire bachelorhood. Back to normal.
I can't help but wish we could turn back time to a few months ago. Back when we were on his yacht, sailing into the sunset. The wind in my hair, the taste of salt on my lips, the feel of his arms around me.
It was perfect.
We were perfect.
We were us.
Uncomplicated.
Wild and free.
But that was then and this is now.
With a deep breath, my finger hovers over the 'send' button, lingering in the moment of decision. I can feel the resistance in my bones. My mind starts listing all the reasons why I shouldn't be doing this, all the reasons why I should just delete the email and face my problems head on. But the rational part of me interrupts, insisting this is the right move.
The drama, the gossip, the constant anxiety. Is that really what you want?
This is for the best.
In a moment of shaky resolve, I push the button, sending the email. The digital copy of my resignation flies through the virtual space, irreversible.
"This is for the best. I've made the right choice," I tell myself over and over, trying to drown out the rising tide of regret. But despite my best efforts, a single, heartbreaking thought manages to break through the noise:I don't want to stop working for him.But, it's too late now. The decision is made, the email is sent, and all I can do is hope that time will heal the wound that has just been inflicted.
Before I can even entertain the thought of sleep, my phone begins to ring, displaying a call from Steve – the director of the local youth club. I haven't been there in a while with all the drama going on.
Something in me tells me to pick it up, even though I've been avoiding every single other person in my life.
"Hey, Steve. What's up?" I ask, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Maya, are you okay? You haven't been here in weeks now," he states.
