I bit into the biscuit, crumbs falling onto my hoodie, and leaned against the counter.
Maybe one day I’d work in a museum.Maybe one day I’d meet someone who didn’t run.Maybe one day I’d stop feeling like I was living between two worlds — the one I wanted and the one I had.
But for now?
I had reels to edit.Bills to pay.A website to grow.And a future I wasn’t ready to give up on.
Not yet.
CHAPTER 4
ROBBIE
Not even Hew’s usualdemanding shit was enough to distract me from what I’d discovered.
I prided myself on being a professional — which meant keeping my thoughts to myself and getting the job done.But Hew’s attitude was tying me in knots.Just when I thought I’d misjudged him and he was an okay bloke, he’d say or do something and I was back to thinking he was a complete and utter tosspot.
Plus, I was pretty sure he was running his own consultancy business during company time.
Yeah, so the guy had a few health issues, but that didn’t mean he needed to block off four hours each day as a “private appointment.”That wasn’t the only thing I didn’t approve of.He also made business calls on his personal mobile, despite having a company phone with a data wipe feature.But Hew didn’t want to use a device that was, in his words, “inferior” to his own.
What a fucking prick.
He wasn’t interested one bit in understanding the business or the culture.As far as he was concerned, they were buying his expertise — and the company needed to change to fit him, not the other way around.More than once, he’d said he wanted to “shake things up.”
Yeah, well — shaking things up in this company could be explosive.Or at least get you fired.
I could only hope it was the latter, because I was starting to really, really hate this job.Not just because of Hew, but because it was messing with my ability to write.
I’d been inspired when I worked with Claudia — writing and publishing a MM paranormal second-chance romance.Then, when she left, I wrote an urban fantasy where her departure became the catalyst for the character’s need to uncover a darker plot twist and take down a secret organisation.
But now?My well of inspiration was empty.My anxiety was increasing.And I was fast reaching a breaking point.
Something needed to give — and I very much suspected it was going to be me.
I hadn’t been sleeping well.My mind just wouldn’t switch off.
