Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- One Month Later
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Six Months Later
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Six Months Later
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- I Have Never
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- A Christmas Date
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
“I honestly don’t see what you’re trying to accomplish with this sterile polemic.”
“I’m trying to say that this company doesn’t encourage people to bring forward ideas, it forces them to kill stories to keep easy advertising money flowing in.”
“Blair, let me be perfectly clear. This is a unique opportunity. You blew your first chance at a serious career and were lucky enough to get a second, which doesn’t happen very often and wasn’t the wisest idea in the first place if you ask me… You won’t get a third.”
Oh, she’s just confirmed my worst fears. Someone higher up forced Emilia’s hand, but she never wanted to offer me the job. The Talent Manager Coordinator hates me. Which means she’d try to make my head roll every chance she got. Another good reason not to come back.
I stand up. “No, Emilia. I’d like to be perfectly clear. You screwed up your first chance by promoting the wrong person for the wrong reasons. This was your second chance, and you blew it. Sorry, you won’t get a third. Goodbye.”
I don’t wait for a reply, I simply show myself out of the witch’s office. Humph, goodbye. There should be a better word. I don’t want to wish her goodbye, I want to say bad-bye. In the long elevator ride down, I envision a whole article on the topic.
Title: The Power of Bad-Bye
Subtitle: When Enough Is Enough
In the lobby, I give back my pass, hardly paying attention, already typing the first paragraph of the article in my head. With no regrets, I walk out of Évoque for the last time.
***
That afternoon I knock on Richard’s door as soon as I get into the office.
Richard lifts his eyes from a document, and a deep frown appears as he spots me standing behind the glass. He waves me in with a dismissive flick of his fingers.
Uh-oh.
This is the first time I’ve approached him since our fight on Sunday and he gives me attitude? I thought we could defuse the situation and at least try to be civil to each other. After this morning, I have a deeper appreciation of the trust Richard has put in me. Sadly, only professionally. I’ve also realized I love the work I’m doing here and that I want to keep doing it regardless of my personal feelings for the boss. But if he wants to give me attitude, I can give attitude right back.
“What do you want?” Richard fires at me.
“Hello, good afternoon to you, too,” I snap back.
“Yeah, exactly. Afternoon. Glad you finally decided to show up.”
“I texted you to say I needed the morning off.”
He pierces me with an angry look. “And why was that?”
I stare at him, frozen.
Does he know about the job interview? How could he?