Chapter 30
The car polls into the curb and I open the door
“Have a nice day.” Mark says as climb out of the car
I walk in through the front doors of the Terras Teilding and strade to the elevator, Roderick the attendant gives me a polile rod as he pushes the button. Good moching, Mr. Frtant.”
“Moming
1 stare at the doors as I straighten my me, I can feel all ejes ne s I wait
Hurry up ||
“Beautiful day today.” Roderick says, trying in make polite conversation.]
Why is this elevator so slow?
Looking forward to penting in work today, sir?“||
My unimpressed eyes rise to meet his “Why are you so chally?”
“oh” He gives me a lopsided smile. ” dick it makes things Jess mrkwarit“||
My eyes hold has 1 msagree.“]
The doors open and I walk past him into it and turn toward the front, I see his face fall as the doors coor
Ugh, every morning he annoys me with his perky can–do attitude.||
I don’t
want to talk to you.||
I push the button and begin the climb to the top floor, the elevator stops at level there and I exhale heavily
The doors open and women are waiting to get in, their faces fall when they see me and I baise an eyebrow []
“Sorry, Mr. Ferrara.” They stay where they are.|||
I push the button in close the doors. I need a private elevator to this godforsaken place ||
Once upon a tim 1 would get here earlier and train before work, I haven’t done that since. ||
I run at home now before I come, the urge to get into the office early has left along with Miss Coleman. It’s no hin getting dressed in front of Greg. In fact, it’s no
Hey Ma post Boring person I’ve ever met
met Actually, the
in boring now ||
Der always been a workaholic, prided myself for my dedication to Ferrara Media
kalking past her empty desk, I hate that nobody pulls their eyes at me ne talks back and gives me check. I hate that I can’t feel her eyes on me as I get dorsed. I hate that I don’t feel my dick tingle when the chews the end of herpen ||
The doors open
walk through reception. “Good morning. Mi
“No viiden today
I walk into my after, slam the dog, throw my la defense anda thun hadde and fall into my chair ||
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was crushing on any hou. They can never know about Gisfurtel and nur nose–night stand.“||
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kids to find with all the cute fisiffy stuff, and the other memory lack a dumping ground for your heartbreak crap–1
| ground for my brantlarak?“||
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rything down and when you’re put this stage of your life and happily in love, you can throw this one out. Nobody will re
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mething alerat that name tikles my fancy Weis calling it
“Why not? Your love life is a conglete dumpster fire, let’s be honest,” she moomers dryly
and hold my coffee rupi up to cherra het. “You’ve got that right.
The afternoon glowe begins to bounce off the water and I smile. My favorite part of the day is here. I grab my notepad and pen and slide the glass door open. coming out, Buds?” I call
My toffer colored fluffball com
comes toddling down the stairs, life is bliss, I have a dog now. Hiddy is the cutest thing that I never knew I needed. I went to the shelter to get a poppy and came home with an old man, not that I’m complaining he’s perfect in every way. We wander down the stairs and sit.)
The sun setting over the lake is magical and one of the main reasons I bought this house. Although small and quaint, my home is like a fairy tale, filled with character and to–do projects. It’s a renovators delight
My dream home ||
As soon as I say it I knew that I had to make it mine. Three acres of land sinuated on a point of the lake with one hundred and eighty degree water views on three sides. There’s a long, sweeping driveway lined with the most beautiful oak trees you have ever seen, and one day I’ll save up enough money to do a proper drive: for the moment it’s din road
At the front of the house is a sweeping veranda, a separate garage, and a garden, then the back of the house is all glass. It’s like a Swiss chalet with the upstairs inside the shingle roof with beautiful arbor windows.||
But the real magic of the house is the private wharf ||
My very own private puree of paradise. You walk out of my hack sliding glass doors and onto the veranda, down six steps, and then I’m on the wharf looking straight over the lake.
I have a deck chair and I sit out here every afternoon and watch the sun set over
er the water. For now I drink tea, but I can imagine having an afternoon glass of wine while the children play ||
1 put my hand protectively over my stomach. I’in six months pregnant.]]
And life is good.
My dumpster fire box has worked a treat and Deb was right, venting on paper and putting it into the box is cathartic. Lately, I’ve turned
ed my venting into poetry. Í just write whatever whenever and none of it makes sense, but somehow it makes me feel better. As if releasing all the negativity from inside makes room for all the joy.
I open my notepad and chew on my pen wille i think, what will I write today? I think for a moment
I can forgive him for not loving me. What I can’t forgive is myself, for ever believing that he could.]
1 dose the notepad and the evening breeze whips my hair around, the birds begin to chirp as the beautiful pink glow lights up the sky. It really is a sight to behold.
The magic is here.
Gabriell
The sound of the engines roar around the
the circuit, the car pulls in and the pit crew jump into action []
Monaco, the Grand Prix
I’m in the marquee that’s overlooking the track. “Here you go, sir.” The walter delivers my scotch on a tray|
“Thank you.” The atmosphere is electric, the crowd huge
with
tch beautiful
atiful people everywhere you look]
So where are you based?” the beautiful blonde asks.
“My favorite city in the world ”
“We have sochethang
( tummon.” I raise my glass:]
in rommon,” she gives me a very smale and 1 look over her shoulder and see the unmistakable auburn hair||
1 watch the woman from behind, wearing a red dress and laughing as she talks to somente. My heart skips a beat||
