CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
EMILY
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“Oh, my god!”Lexi screams, jumping up and down as we spin around.“I’m in New York City.”
I giggle.
“I remember the feeling.I was so—” I stop talking and the familiar sadness washes over me.
When I arrived in NYC, I was with Sebastian.
Sebastian.
Sebastian.
Sebastian.
He’s everywhere.On the news.In my dreams.In my mind when I brush my teeth and miss the feel of him standing behind me shirtless.In my bed when I ache for him and cry privately, as if admitting, even to myself, the tears are a failure.
He’s even with me at breakfast when I make my coffee and miss those god-awful green smoothies.
Or when I go for a walk through the streets wondering who his PA is now...or if he’s dating.
Or sleeping with someone new.
“Come on.”I grab her luggage and start walking through the airport.“We have to get back home and quickly get lunch because I have that job interview.”
“Are you sure working for Sebastian’s friend is a good idea?”
No.
Lexi knows everything.I phoned her the next morning after confirming with Julie that I didn’t need to come into the office to finish up my contract.I don’t know what Sebastian told her, but given there were at least six Remington employees there, including Terri, I suppose she knows exactly what happened.
“It is just a means to an end.I have three months’ rent paid, so I may as well enjoy my time in NYC.”I shrug.“Then I guess I’ll come home.”
“Does your dad know?”she asks.
It’s been over a week since the gala, and while there were some images of the confrontation at the event put online, no media outlets have been able to find out exactly what took place.
Thank goodness.
“No.I’m surprised Victor hasn’t leaked something.”I shake my head.“That guy is a piece of work.”
“Sounds like it.They probably silenced him.”
Good.
He ruined everything.
I hail a cab, and we’re soon on our way from JFK International Airport to my small apartment in Manhattan.
