She was way too upset to even call me and wish me luck. Bitch. She didn’t let me say goodbye to the kids.

Thomas suggested I open my own agency. I can’t even think about going out on my own. I’m not ready for that. Yes, my team and I landed several accounts while we were in Denver, but I couldn’t afford another failure—financially or emotionally.

Did Shelby and Edith care about it?

Stupid Edith had to go and say, “We’re selling; that’s what’s best for us.”

What about everyone else?

Danielle, who has ears everywhere, found out that there’s a serious buyer and the deal might be done by the time I land in London. Hopefully before that, she said over the phone.

Oh God, I just can’t think about what’s going to happen to her and everyone involved. The entire staff, with the exception of Danielle, was beside themselves when I announced I was leaving for London. When they asked me what was going to happen to the Denver branch, I lied. I said, “I’m going to figure it out soon. You don’t worry about anything.”

Danielle, who is the most supportive friend in the world, told them, “Trust the lady, she’s never failed us.”

Until now. 

Waiting by the gate is nerve-wracking. But once they call the flight to New York, I look around hoping that Miller would arrive, begging me not to go or offering to go with me. He doesn’t. Of course not. He has important business to attend.

Well, I hope you and your fucking business are happy.

Why would he care about what’s happening to me? He’s reached the top.

If he fails, he has enough money to restart. I don’t have the same luxury. During my flight, I try to read a book, but nothing holds my attention. Every thought I have goes back to the same point. He didn’t say goodbye.

It was pretty nice of him to let me break the lease. At least a nice gesture before our final goodbye. Wait, we didn’t have that either.

Now it’s off to London, to try to run a place that’ll be sold soon. Where I’m going to have to prove myself and show them that I can do my job. Also, I pray they won’t replace me during the merge.

“Your job is safe,” Edith assured me. “We will make sure it’s in the contract. You’ll still own five percent of the company.”

Danielle didn’t follow me this time. She’s staying in Denver, at least until they close the branch. She says she has a lead. My parents already offered her a job at the farm, if nothing else works.

Maybe I should’ve stayed with them to grow tomatoes and berries.

And then?