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I’m already nodding before she can finish talking. “Yes. I wouldn’t say no to that.”
She giggles and grabs one of the sandwiches from the platter. “Great. I’ll come up with something amazing. You deserve it.”
“So do you. You’ve been working nonstop, too.”
“River, my work is normal. You’ve been going at superhuman speed. And running into people from the past.” She quirks a brow. “Like ex-boyfriends who tried to connect with you.”
I also preempted this discussion. “Yes, I’ve been through quite the storm.”
“Have you seen Jericho again?”
“No.” She doesn’t know all the things that happened between Jericho and me since the last time we spoke about him, but I don’t feel like I’m lying by telling her I haven’t seen him.
“Are you okay to just leave things the way they are?” Her expression softens. “It feels a little unfinished.”
Jericho and I have beenunfinishedfor the last eight years, but Gina makes a valid point.
It’s perhaps that unfinished element about us that’s making me feel so rotten.
“I don’t think there’s anything I can do about that. It’s better this way.”
“Is it?” She presses her lips together and looks me over. “I know things have been crazy busy and you must be so damn tired, but you haven’t been yourself since you ran into him.”
“Can you blame me?”
“No, not at all. But that dullness about you from college is back. I don’t mean the anger from your breakup. It was more about the loss. That was the biggest difference between you and me back then. My breakup was a long time coming, so I expected it. Yours wasn’t. I just don’t want you to keep thinking about this guy. Sometimes, we need closure to end things properly.”
I’m listening, and I feel like she could be right. “Maybe.”
“Yeah, maybe. Anyway, let’s enjoy this delicious feast and talk about this upcoming trip of ours before our time runs out.” She perks up and grabs another sandwich.
We eat and talk, and I think.
The more I think about this possibility of closure, the better the idea sounds. He got to say goodbye to me, whereas I feel like I’ve been left hanging in the wind.
Regardless to how Saturday night went, Jericho is the reason why I was able to payoff sixty thousand dollars on my debts.
I feel like I need a proper goodbye. Something more than what we had and enough to move on.
Instead of going home when school ends, I find myself pulling up at the Park Avenue branch of Graysons Inc.
In my little beat-up Miata, I already look out of place in the parking lot amongst the host of luxury cars like Porsches, Ferraris, Bugattis, and Maybachs. I almost wish I’d parked the car around the corner by the park and made my way on foot.
It’s okay. I don’t plan to stay long. I might not even see him.
When I get inside the building, I head to the receptionist, who gives me a haughty glare and looks me up and down as if I’ve lost my way.
I don’t know what her problem is because my hair and clothes look fine. I guess it must just be me, my presence. Maybe she can smell that I don’t fit into the type of high society people who frequent the building.
I half expect her to send me away, but I’m thankful when she tells me to go to the twelfth floor and wait to speak with Jericho’s secretary, as he’s in a meeting.
He’s a busy man, so him being in a meeting is perfectly expected. I’m also here uninvited and unexpected.
I make my way up to the twelfth floor, but I already decide that if I don’t see him today, I won’t be making an appointment.
This is it, and it’s for me.
There’s no one up here walking around like downstairs, only what looks like offices and meeting rooms. The place is impressive, though, and perhaps the most exquisite building I’ve ever been in apart from the opera houses and theaters in Russia and other parts of Europe.
