Chapter 33 Chevy
Chevy
I looked at my computer screen again, and still my inbox remained empty. Could it be true? Could the gods actually be smiling down on me today?
It was five thirty and not one email since four o’clock!
I would wait until six, just to be sure, and then if there was nothing in my inbox, I was going to be out of there like a bat out of hell!
I busied myself with tidying up my desk. I so wanted to go home and sleep in my own bed. I’d been sleeping at the office for three straight nights.
Flipping my compact open, I saw that I had circles under my eyes and that my skin was beginning to break out with blackheads.
“Fuck!” I yelled to my walls as I snapped my compact closed. This job was sucking the life out of me. Fuck it. Six o’clock or no six o’clock, I was leaving.
Snatching up my purse, I didn’t even bother to make a pit stop in the bathroom; I just hauled ass out toward the door.
Just as my hand hit the knob, the phone started to ring. I didn’t even look back. Fuck Anja, I thought as I turned the knob.
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Outside, I sucked in the evening air. I wanted to spread my arms out at my sides, throw my head back and scream as I spun in circles in the middle of the sidewalk, but I refrained from doing so.
I didn’t want to be hauled off in a straitjacket, so I just grinned like a lunatic as I rushed down Sixth Avenue.
I felt like I had just been released from prison! I needed to celebrate. I needed to kick back and get loose! I needed a frickin’ drink and some conversation. I needed my girls!
Digging into my pocketbook, I pulled out my cell phone and quickly dialed Geneva.