Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Fuck it.
I hit Send and leaned back in the chair again, exhaling slowly. I was probably just working myself up for nothing. I was sending off a damn resume, not running for President of the United States.
I ran my hands over my face and breathed out slowly. I was tired, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly, the stress and worry eating at me, weighing down on me like a ton of bricks.
I grabbed my cell and pulled up my messages, sending one to Michael. It was late, but I knew he’d be up. I guess that’s how your internal clock was trained when you were a bartender.
Can’t sleep. Big surprise. Just sent off a shit load of resumes and worried I won’t get a callback.
It was only a second later that those three gray dots appeared.
Michael
If they don’t call you back, they’re a bunch of wankers.
Wankers? I snorted and smiled, typing out my reply.
Is David British or something? Wankers? You pick that up from him? ;)
Michael
LOL. No, smartass. I kind of like it. Picking up random slang words from all over the world. Makes me feel sophisticated.
I laughed out loud then. Leave it to Michael to make me smile when I felt like utter shit.
Michael
I know it’s late, but if you want, we can go get some coffee at that all-night diner. Maybe you want to talk if you can’t sleep?
I exhaled slowly, looking down the short hallway that led to my bedroom. I should try to sleep or at least lie in bed staring at my ceiling, but the truth was, I knew I wouldn’t be able to. I started typing a reply.
Yeah, meet you there in half an hour?
I set my phone down but didn’t move from my spot. I still had to get dressed, seeing as I was only in a camisole and my underwear. I looked toward my window, the curtains thin enough so it gave me a semblance of privacy, but sheer enough I could kind of see the outside world when the lights were low, like they were right now.
My apartment was small as hell, one tiny room, and the living room and kitchen were one area. My bathroom was laughable in size, and for what I paid a month for this place, I felt like I should be living like royalty.
But beggars really couldn’t be choosers in the city.
I shut off my computer and lamp and walked over to the window, pulling the curtain aside to look out. There was a brick building beside my apartment, but to my left I could see part of the city, a strip of street where cars drove by or taxi drivers showed their road rage in all its glory. A secondhand clothing store was across the street, and a laundromat was beside that. On the other side of the clothing store was a pawn shop. They were all crammed together down that little strip of street.
This wasn’t the best neighborhood to be in, because it was more industrial than anything else, but living on a secretarial income didn’t allow for luxuries. Still, I was comfortable, it was relatively safe, and I had a roof over my head, so I couldn’t complain. Well, not much.
I let the curtain fall back in place and headed to my bedroom. I grabbed a pair of sweats and a T-shirt and threw them on quickly. I tied my hair up haphazardly into a messy bun, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, and grabbed my purse. Yeah, I wasn’t trying to win a beauty contest right now. And anyway, the diner we were meeting at didn’t have a dress code. In fact, a lot of the customers that frequented it either worked the night shift and looked like zombies or were just trying to find a place to kill some time.
And that’s what I was looking for. Killing some time and bitching to my best friend about all the worries that weighed me down. Good thing he was a great listener.
CHAPTER FOUR
Olive
The sound of my alarm dinging had me groaning and turning my head more into the pillow. There was another ding, and I buried my head farther into its fluffiness. I had nowhere to be, no one to talk to, and sleeping until noon sounded pretty incredible right about now.
But as I lay there, wanting to sleep, I found myself wide awake. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I’d gotten in late after having coffee with Michael, and although I’d had two cups of the most caffeinated coffee in the world, I’d crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I reached over for my phone. I was an adult and should probably do adult things, right?
I saw the alerts from my email and opened the app. The first one I saw was junk, something about pleasing my woman with a new erectile dysfunction pill.