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Miles:Sebastian, if you keep ignoring me, I will come back from Ireland and kick your ass. Then you will have to explain to Lizzie why we had to leave early.
The last message was sent about an hour ago. I better call him even though I would rather text. He picks up on the first ring.
“Where the hell have you been?” Miles shouts. I have to pull the phone away from my ear, so I don’t go deaf.
“Calm your tits, bro. I had an eventful night and in a dumb moment, I threw my phone into the river. Elijah just dropped this new one off,” I answer.
“Why the hell would you throw your phone into the Hudson?” Miles is still shouting.
“Because it was a shit show of a night and Iliterally couldn’t take anymore. Enough about that. The fundraiser was fine. The behind the scenes wasn’t as smooth, but the guests were none the wiser,” I reply.
“Marcy already informed me that you ran into some girl and she spilled her tray all over you. Then apparently you went on to berate her where anyone could hear.” Fuck, I was hoping to avoid this story. I hear Miles take a few breaths as he calms himself some, but I can tell that at any moment he may start back up again.
“It was an accident. I had been running around all night long fixing things and it was my last straw. Everything is fine. So, how is Ireland?” I try to change the subject, but Miles isn’t having it.
“It’s been great but that’s not what we’re talking about right now.” Miles continues, “Marcy said Mary told her that the girl cut her hand pretty bad. Did you know that?” Fuck, she did? I knew I should have gone back over there and apologized, but my pride and Mary kept me from doing it.
“No, I didn’t know. I walked away from the incident so I wouldn’t say more that I would regret,” I say.
“If only there was something that keeps you from saying stupid shit. Like a brain! Seriously, do I need to come back? If you can’t handle it…” Miles continues, but I interrupt him.
“No! I have everything under control. Besides, Mary will have me a new assistant tomorrow so everything should get back to normal,” I assure.
“Fine, then I’ll leave you to prepare for the week. You might want to see if Mary got this girl’s information and at least send her some ‘I’m sorry flowers’ or something. It sounds like you were a real dick to her.”Miles’ description, though accurate, makes me feel like shit because I know I acted horribly. I’m too old to be acting that childish but to be fair, she was dishing it right back at me. I felt like I had my own sparring partner, which let me be able to get some of my aggression out on her. Unfortunately, she didn’t deserve that. I can’t say it wasn’t hot seeing a woman stand up to me. I liked it a little too much.
“I’ll see if I can get in touch with the girl. You’re right, she didn’t deserve the wrath I spewed at her,” I state.
“Glad we got that settled. Get some rest, and I’ll check in again this week. Love you, bro.”
“Okay, love you, too.” I hang up the phone and slip it into my pocket.
Walking over to my wet bar in the living room, I pour myself a whiskey and take it out to my balcony. I enjoy watching the sun set from up here. Most of the time, I get home way past sunset but when I’m here I take advantage of having the perfect balcony. I take a sip of my whiskey and close my eyes, swirling the liquid around in my mouth. When I open them, I see the colors in the sky twirling together, making a masterpiece before my eyes.
After all the rain we had today, I didn't think the sunset would be this magnificent. Fortunately, it stopped just in time to create this canvas. I sit on the couch under the covered part of my balcony and take another sip of my drink. I need to talk to Mary tomorrow about the girl from the venue. My heart aches at the thought of the physical and mental pain I put her through. Miles is right. I need to do something for her. She was gorgeous and I was trying to talk to her beforeeverything fell apart. Maybe she would let me take her out as an apology. I finish my drink and take one last look at the sky before I head back into my penthouse.
Tomorrow is a new day. I vow to be a better human being than I was yesterday.Mostly.
Chapter 8
Stormy
It’s Monday morning and of course I’m running around the apartment trying to get ready on time. I’d hate to disappoint Mary and be late for my first day, especially after all the care she gave to me on Saturday. Lana and I stayed up late hanging up all my new clothes and organizing everything. She even helped with my remaining boxes claiming that I needed help claiming that I needed help with my hand being all cut up. However, I’m happy my room now looks like my own and not just a temporary residence.
I knew it would be hard to wake up early today, so I went ahead and picked out what I would be wearing. I shimmy on a tight black pencil skirt the best I can with the use of only one hand. It falls just above my knees and I add a white button up shirt with cap sleeves. Reaching into my closet, I pull out the black Louboutin high heels and put them on. Checking myself in my floor length mirror, I’m impressed with my appearance. My hair is straightened and falling loosely down my back, my makeup is on point with a smoky eye shadow I picked to match my outfit. I grab my new purse and make sure that my anxiety medication is in there,betterto have it than need it and not have it. I clutch my Harry Potter Patronus Pandora necklace where it lays around my neck and take a deep breath. This pendant, like the spell, keeps me safe. Or rather I have the peace of mind that it will.
“Stormy, aren’t you dressed yet?” Lana calls from somewhere in the apartment.
“Almost,” I yell back. I grab my new black knee length coat from behind the door and throw it over my shoulders. As I walk out of my room, I see Lana standing by the front door with a to-go cup of coffee.
“I made this for you since I didn’t think you had the time.” She hands me the insulated mug and the aroma from the coffee instantly calms me.I can do this. As I look at the mug, I see a quote that’s always been a favorite of mine.
“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.”
?-Vincent Van Gogh
“Thank you, Lana. This is actually one of my favorite quotes,” I reveal as I turn the mug around in my hands. It has one of his famous paintings in the background. “I might steal this mug.”
“I bought it for you to start your new job. Coffee is like ambrosia to the gods in the office world,” Picasso chuckles to herself at her joke. I can’t help but crack a smile as well.
