It's been a couple of days since I found out I didn't get the promotion. Now everyone in the club knows, thanks to the email from David that I opened this morning announcing his son's appointment. It was nice to see the club be as outraged over it as I was. The team is standing behind me. By the time I get home, I'm mentally exhausted. I really tried to rally and not let the disappointment pull me under because I still need to be professional at work. But it's draining. I just crash out in bed as soon as I get home and stare at the ceiling.
"Universe, I need a sign. What the hell am I going to do?" It's the question that's been running through my mind since Monday, and I honestly don't know what to do. Then my phone rings, making me jump. "That was quick, universe." I chuckle as I grab it and see it's my sister calling.
"Hey," I answer.
"Hey. You sound exhausted?"
"That's because I am. I just got home. I'm currently lying on my bed staring at the ceiling, hoping for a sign from the universe to tell me what to do."
She bursts out laughing. "That's so freaky because I think you just spoke your answer into existence."
Huh?
"Because I'm calling you about that."
"About what?"
"About what to do next," she tells me. "One of our physios, who's pregnant has been having problems, and has been given orders due to complications with her pregnancy that she has to stop working."
"Oh no, is she okay?"
"She will be. Just bed rest," my sister explains. "Management is starting to look for a temporary replacement. Maybe permanent, depending on if she comes back."
What is she saying?
"They've asked around if we know anyone and I suggested you."
"You did?" I gasp.
"So did Pierre and Felix. They've mentioned you're one of the best physios they've ever worked with. And not because you're family. That you're brilliant. Professional. They talked up your stats at the rugby club."
"They did?"
"Yeah. And um ... they looked you up and are interested," she tells me.
"Lettie ..."
"I know it's a lot. But I wanted you to know. If you're interested, you should apply. With Pierre and Felix's endorsement, you'd have a real shot."
The Mavericks. New York. A fresh start.
"There's also a spare bedroom with us at the apartment. We could all live together again," she adds excitedly.
Not sure if that's a pro or con. I chuckle to myself.
"When would they need someone?"
"Sooner rather than later," she states.
"Shit."
"I know. But think about it. Better pay. Better facilities. Closer to family."
My mind is racing. I'm excited but also nervous. Could I seriously think about packing up and moving to New York? Give up my life in London?
"Send me the details?" I tell her.
"Already done. Check your email."
