I press end, toss back the last of the whisky, and head into the bathroom for a shower.
Commercial.
Jesus.
What did I do to deserve this level of hell?
CHAPTER TWO
EMILY
––––––––
Ican’t believe I’mdoing this.I mean, I know I applied for the job, did the video interview and signed the contract, but moving to New York?Am I crazy?
I throw my two pairs of black heels into my suitcase and spin around.
“Am I crazy?”I ask Lexi, my best friend.
She does that fish lips thing as she ponders.“Like on a normal day or for this specific life decision?”
“Not helpful.”I flop down on my bed and sigh.
“Babe”—she lowers her phone, giving me her full attention—“it’s an adventure.Anyway, I’m excited to visit in a few weeks for your birthday.”
Lexi is excited that I’ll have a Manhattan apartment so she can come shopping and hit the clubs without having to pay for accommodations.
London and New York might be on par with one another when it comes to the cost of living, but staying in a hotel in NYC is very pricey.
Which is why I’ll be living in an apartment the size of a shoebox when I get there.So, I hope she’s ready to sleep on my sofa.
“You better.I’m going to get so homesick.”I continue packing.My flight leaves late tonight and arrives early on Saturday morning, so I haven’t got long to get everything finished then say goodbye to my parents.
I refused to let them come to the airport.
“Good,” Dad replied a week ago when I told them I was leaving and would catch the train to Heathrow.“No one likes to drive to the airport.Anyway, you’ll be back in three weeks.”
