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  1. Something Like Hate
  2. Also By Claudia Burgoa
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Miller
  6. Claire
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  55. Epilogue
  56. Dear Reader
  57. Excerpts
  58. Finding My Reason
  59. Someday, Somehow
  60. Want More…
  61. Acknowledgments
  62. About the Author
  63. Also By Claudia Burgoa

“Why?” He stares at the papers. “You can’t leave. How am I supposed to watch over you if you live in New York?”

“They promoted someone else. I don’t think I have any room to grow in that company,” I say, dialing the fax number. “You of all people should understand.”

He quit his job a few years back and opened his own company. He’s doing better as a consultant and doesn’t have to deal with shit. If only I had more experience and money, I could go solo but that’s not the case.

“When are you telling Mom and Dad?”

I shrug. “I was thinking next year?”

He laughs. “She’s not going to like it.”

“Mom can use me as an excuse to travel a little more. Our parents need to live a lot more than they currently do.”

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, hugging me. “Don’t tell Nikki, but you’re my favorite.”

“You say that because I know too much,” I say laughing, but also crying because I’m going to miss him a lot.

“I’ll come visit. The Rangers aren’t that bad.”

“We can root for the Yankees,” I say between sobs. “Finally, we’ll have a team that might win the World Series.”

He laughs and shakes his head. The Rockies suck and more seasons than not, we forget we have a baseball team.

While I scan the paperwork, I tell him what happened yesterday at work, of course I keep the part where Miller and I had raw, hot sex in his office to myself. Or that Miller and I had a fling in Cancun. My big brother is a little overprotective. My ex, Jordan, ended up with a black eye and a broken arm after I caught him cheating.

“You can sue them.”

“I’m choosing to move on,” I say. “Dragging their company through a lawsuit will only make me look bad.”

He nods. “I hate that you’re right. But even more so that you’re moving away.”

“Do you think Mom will be fine if I send her a text?”

“Good luck with her.”

Mom and Dad take the news better than I thought. Maybe they have been preparing themselves since they saw that offer. Either way, I’m less stressed knowing my parents support my decision.

By Thursday morning, I’m on a video conference with the human resources department of Blend Digital Media. We’re finalizing the hiring process. Next Monday I’m flying to New York.

Tuesday and Wednesday, I’ll be going through orientation and Thursday, I’m meeting with Johnathan Black, the owner’s son and the vice-president of marketing and media. Friday, I’ll be introduced to my team. Everything is happening too fast, and yet, not fast enough.