6. Quinn
Quinn
This man is out of his fucking mind.
As I make my way to work the next day, drive-thru coffee in hand, I still can’t believe that Reid actually thought I’d go out with him again.
And multiple times to boot! Never in my life have I had a man be so annoyingly persistent in being around me.
And never in my life have I been less flattered by it.
Because here is the thing I have figured out about Reid…what’s his name. No, I don’t know his last name. I haven’t asked. Because I don’t care. Because he’s not important. He’s nobody.
Reid Nobody is not used to losing. Not cases, not women, not conversations, not conversations with women.
So the fact that more than one I have been able to keep up with him shot for shot and even have the last word here and there, well.
His ego (which is probably about the size of a balloon float in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade) can’t handle it.
So he’s going to keep coming back for more until he feels like he’s won.
Well, do I have news for him–that is not going to happen. Not with me.
I sip my coffee (a raspberry white mocha) with a grin as I pull into my parking spot. And as I throw the car into park, I feel pretty good about myself.
Today is a slow day at work, which I don’t mind.
Not having any new clients means I have time to get caught up on things.
My emails have been overflowing as of recently, all prospective clients looking to book appointments with me.
Nothing makes me happier than that. It’s enough to help me forget about Mr. Nobody for a while, which is good.
Bad thoughts bring bad vibes. And bad vibes have no space in my office.
Speaking of that.
I get up from my desk and walk over to the diffuser. Even if I have no clients today, lavender sounds lovely. I even get a little wild and add some citrus too. Calming yet energizing, two things I could benefit from right now.
Suddenly, my phone rings. My financial advisor pops up on the screen and I answer it.
“Hey Sabina, how are you? How was your trip to Germany?” I ask.
“Oh, it was lovely,” she says with her thick accent. “It’s nice to visit home and reconnect with everyone.”
“You got to see your family then?” I ask.
“Oh, hell no. I didn’t even tell my family I was going. That would have ruined the whole R it’s another to fund the bulk of our expenses.
My dad might be rich, but he’s not old-money rich.
No, I only know one man with that kind of cash.
And asking him for help is going to be the biggest bullet I’ve ever bitten.