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“Good. Get some rest, and again - I’m sorry about the Chainsaw.”
I hang up the phone and run my hand through my hair.
This brings a completely new level to the possibility of being traded. This means that Sawyer will start up with a completely new main client and that would be another reason that it would be difficult for her to come with me.
Suddenly, I’m feeling uncertain about everything and like my life is about to get out of my own control.
SEVEN
SAWYER
THE FACT that I lost my number one and only client is still a reality when I’m sobered up and dragging ass today. I laid in bed all morning not wanting to come to terms with the fact that I would need to do some adulting today. To call my boss and ask him what I’m supposed to do next.
Do I need to be back in San Diego?
Will I have another huge client like the Hornets or multiple clients?
I’ve spent the last few years, notably the length of my employment at OPS focusing solely on The Hornets as requested from the team management, so this will be the first time that I could have more than one client at a time, and I’m not sure what to expect.
I’m not completely sure if I am more nervous or if I’m scared of starting something new. Which also goes hand in hand with whether or not Gunnar is traded, what do I do then?
I scrub my face in the shower and get lost in the routine. In circular motions with my fingertips, I exfoliate and take in the peach scented face wash when I realize that I’ve already smelled that scent today. I’ve already washed my face. I turn toward the water and rinse off my face again. I shut off the water and quickly dry myself. I flip over and rub the towel over my hair and then come back to a standing position and grab my moisturizer from my traveling kit.
I hear my phone ringing from the bedroom and while fastening the towel around my chest, I take my time to retrieve it and silence the ringing.
I look at the name on the screen and take a steady breath as I press the green button to answer.
“Hello Mr. Lyons.” I answer.
“So, shitty huh?” He starts the conversation. “I wasn’t too keen on shit ass news to start my day with yesterday, so I can only imagine that you weren’t either. Did you have any indication that we were going to get canned?” He fires question after question.
“None. Earlier, I was interviewing the new players and then eating lunch, and then I was called into the coach’s office and was given the news. Why wouldn’t they have pulled us before spring training?”
“I have no clue. Listen, I’m sorry Ms. Rotham, I know that the assignment with the Hornets was close to you and you’ve excelled with the team and our agency for the past few years. But don’t fret; when you get back into town, we have some new prospects for a new client load for you that I would love to get your take on.”
“Speaking of which, when are you expecting me back in, now that my assignment is over?” I ask.
“Just come back when Gunnar is coming back. You haven’t had a solid vacation in a while. I know that is happening in a few days, right?” He asks.
“Yeah, he’s got some meetings at the end of the week, he’s coming back early,” I reply.
“Good, take the time to get some R&R and to soak in the life of a civilian at Spring Training.”
“Will do. Thanks Mr. Lyons.”
“See you when you get back,” he says hanging up.
I resume getting dressed, by the time I emerge from the bedroom, its noon, and my stomach is growling.
I open the fridge and see a plate wrapped in Saran Wrap with a note in front of it with Gunnar’s chicken scratch. I pull it out and smile as I finger the plate.
SAW,
Figured you could use some deliciousness in your stomach.
Game is at two, hope you are feeling well enough to come by.
Love you babe.
