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This is exactly why I don’t catch fucking feelings.
I press harder on the accelerator, driving recklessly. I drive faster, not knowing why I’m being so damn stupid.
Who cares? It doesn’t matter. I've fucked up. I've failed. I'm a fucking failure.
Then my phone rings, killing the silence.
I glance at the screen.
It’s Michael.
I’m not in the mood to talk, not to him, not to anyone.
I ignore the call, letting it go straight to voicemail.
The phone beeps, switching automatically to the hands-free speaker, playing his voicemail. Michael's voice fills the car.
"Hey man, I've got an amazing opportunity for you. My buddy is looking for a producer to start with him ASAP. The only thing is that the gig is in The Big Apple. It's the opportunity of a lifetime. You gotta take it, man. Let me know. Bye."
The message ends.
New York City? That's exactly what I need. A fresh start, away from all this mess.
I pick up the phone, hitting redial. It rings twice before Michael picks up.
"Logan. You get my message?"
"Tell your buddy I'm in. I'll take the job."
"Really, man? I wasn't sure if the NYC part would trip you up."
"I'm in. Send me his info."
Before he can respond, I hang up.
I toss my phone back onto the passenger seat. I slam my foot down on the accelerator, speeding off, leaving my past behind.
31
BAILEY
Iwake up feeling different, lighter, from the decision I made yesterday. I stretch, letting out a small groan of satisfaction. I have the whole weekend ahead of me before facing the inevitable storm on Monday when I break the news to my boss that I'm quitting.
I start running through the conversation in my head.
Hey boss, I'm really sorry, but this isn't working out...I pause, wondering how to phrase the next part.I don't want your pity offer, you know, the one you extended after your son didn't step up as you'd hoped.The words tumble around in my mind, bitter and resentful. A sigh escapes my lips as I add the final twist.Also, I'm quitting. I can't work here anymore because... well, because I'm having your grandchild.The thought of actually saying those words out loud makes my stomach grumble.
Or am I just hungry?
Of course, I'm hungry. I could whip up something in my kitchen, but I deserve a treat. Brunch at my favorite café in the city. The thought of the fluffy pancakes and perfectly crisped bacon makes my mouth water.
I roll out of bed and I get ready, slipping into a comfortable dress and light makeup. I look into the mirror, studying my reflection. I look the same, but I feel different, stronger.
"Who needs a boyfriend when you can take care of yourself?"
I grab my purse and head out, walking a few blocks to the café.
The hostess recognizes me and leads me to my favorite corner booth, the one by the window.
