Hey, what's wrong?
My throat strangles as my heart squeezes down into a little lump, and I give a half sob.
I can't tell him what is wrong. I don't know him, and he doesn't know me. It isn't fair. Just like I can't tell anyone from work that I happen to know Enzo. If I did that, it would look bad, like I'm trying to get favors or something.
And—
I stop.
Maybe what I need is to vent to someone who doesn't know me or Enzo, someone who would just listen without passing judgment.
Wrong Number is that person.
He has told me about his horrible dates, non-dates, and boring dates. He has never asked for anything more, especially when I have put on the brakes.
But this time, he asked. He can tell something is up.
Me
Sorry, it's been a shitty couple of days.
WN
As your unbiased sounding board and virtual shoulder, I'm here if you want to vent.
Hells, do I want to vent.
Me
I just found out we have a new CEO, and it's someone I know.
WN
Good or bad?
Me
Bad. He and his father destroyed my family, and I have no wish to work for him. I hate him.
WN takes a while to respond.
WN
What about changing jobs?
Me
In all honesty, my experience is nil, and it took a long time to get this one.
WN
So, you need to stay on. Are you sure he's out to get you?
Me
I don't know if he is, but I hate him. I'm ready to burst with all these horrible, negative feelings his reappearance has stirred up. How can I trust someone I hate so passionately? Someone who doesn't like me?
WN
