“Go,” Oliver insists. “I like being in charge anyway.”
“Fuck you,” Wade says. “I’ll be the one calling the shots today.”
Oliver groans. “I’m the joint CEO of this company. You are the head of the architectural division. I outrank you.”
“Then do it without my drawings, genius.”
Oliver looks at me and rolls his eyes. “We’ll figure it out. But you need to go. I heard there’s a ticket for you for the twelve thirty flight.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I tell them.
“Say that I’m in charge,” Wade says as he turns toward his car.
Oliver follows. “You’re so full of shit. Youare notin charge.”
I laugh as I slip into my driver’s seat and close the door.
A part of me wishes I was going with them. But a bigger, more important part of me needs to find its other half.
And that half is in Chicago.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Blaire
“And this is why I don’t drink wine,” I groan, holding my temples.
The sun is too bright outside my office windows. The staff is too noisy. The sandwich that someone made in the break room is too stinky for me this afternoon.
“Can two glasses of wine in the evening cause this much pain this many hours later?” I ask Yancy as she enters my office. “Because I swear my head is going to split open.”
Yancy sets a cup of coffee on the edge of my desk. “Maybe this will help.”
I don’t have the heart to tell her that the smell makes me want to gag.
My blood pulses in my temple. It’s almost blinding. The pain is unrelenting despite the migraine medicine I took this morning.
It’s unbearable.
“You look really bad—in a sick, not a rude kind of way,” Yancy says.
“I don’t even have the energy to be offended by that.”
“Good.” She leans against the wall and crosses her arms over her chest. “You have a pretty tan.”
“Thanks.”
She’s trying to cheer me up, and I’m grateful for that. But the truth is that I don’t want to be cheered up. I want to wallow in my misery for a day or two, get it over with, and then move on with my life.
After Sienna left, I looked up heartbreak. Everything I read said that you really have to own your feelings before you can proceed with life. It matches what I know from my experience with Jack. So I’m going to feel this pain unless it kills me.
And it might.
“Yancy,” I say, standing up from behind my desk, “I’m going to go outside for some fresh air for a few minutes. I just need to clear my head. That sandwich that Barnard is eating is making me sick.”
“It’s tuna fish.” She curls her nose. “I saw it in the fridge this morning. I almost threw it out so we didn’t have to endure this, but I thought that was improper.”
“You work for an attorney. I can get you out of trouble.” I look at her and laugh. “Throw it away next time.”
