The officer shrugged.
I looked around wildly. I could not be fired.
“Hey, it’s the sticker fairy!” a guy on a skateboard called. “Need a lift?”
I recognized him from the park. He still had the sticker I’d given him displayed on his scarf. The seashells and metal disks in his hair chimed as he gestured to the longboard.
“Oh my gosh, yes!”
Sorry, Grayson, but this was an emergency. Also, riding a skateboard didn’t count as getting in a car with strangers.
“Just become one with the board,” the young man told me as I took off my heels and stepped on behind him.
We zipped down the sidewalk while I mentally calculated how long it would take me to pack the suitcases and hanging bags.
Anthym was the worst. Why did she hate me so much? Maybe she knew about me and Grayson. I wracked my brain. Had I done anything to give away that he and I had been intimate? I suppressed a shiver.
Keep your head in the game.
I should have just gone ahead and packed the suitcases. I should have known Anthym was going to pull something like this, make me look like the bad guy.
At least I had a list together.
All you have to do is pack the bags. Just pack the bags. Give them to the courier then cocktails.
“We have arrived,” the skateboarder announced.
I leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“You are my hero,” I told him. “Thank you.”
I pulled a sticker out of my bag. It was a big fancy sticker depicting Snow White and the seven dwarves.
“Rad,” the skateboarder said as I handed it to him. “Have a magical day, my dude.” He pressed his hands together and bowed to me.
“I’ll talk later, have to pack,” I called to Nasr as I raced to the elevator.
“Go go go!” I begged, checking my watch. The plane was leaving in a few hours. But the bags had to be delivered, and traffic was terrible.
“Think positive. Just pack the bags.”
The clothes were laid out in the master bedroom ready for Anthym to pack, because that was what she had—argh!!
“Breathe,” I told myself, but it was difficult to do.
I kicked off my shoes, grabbed one of the large suitcases, and tugged it over to the bed.
I was sweating, and since Grayson had ripped up the skirt that had a little more give, I was having to wear the skirt that was not as forgiving, especially if you ate lunch.
I unzipped the zipper then thought what the hell and shimmied it off along with those devil-worshiping pantyhose.
I was sweaty and jacked up on caffeine and about to lose my job. I needed to be able to move.
Packing was an art form.
Grayson’s shoes had their own individual shoe bags so they didn’t scuff each other. The suits went into the hanging garment bag, and the ties had their own special pocket.
I folded all the underwear socks and put them in their cubby in the metal clamshell suitcase. The toiletries were next. Then I carefully stacked the dress shirts.
