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And while I turned down his offer, he understood.
Then, the call to Max.
That was harder than I thought it would be.
Did I make the wrong decision? Should I have moved to Seattle, taken the job and followed my heart? It’s too late now, I made my choice, broke up with him and I can’t go back on it. He’s likely moved on by now, and I just have to accept that I likely ruined the single most important relationship that I’ve ever had.
I fought crying until now, and here I sit, beside Quinn with a bowl of ice cream, wrapped in a blanket.
She goes through the channels and settles on an episode of a reality show.
“This will be good nonsense to watch, I think that most reality shows lack the substance to really get involved with too much, the plot is pretty basic.” She turns her head towards me and offers me a smile.
“Sounds good to me,” I say, my voice lacking emotion before I shovel another spoonful of Chunky Monkey in my mouth.
I’m not sure how long we sit there, but after several episodes and two-bathroom breaks, I’m ready to crawl into my bed.
I haven’t touched my phone since ending the call with Max, but I’m tempted to check it, to see if he left me any messages.
I decide against checking my phone and instead head straight to bed.
* * *
“Peyton!” Quinn calls from the other side of the door. “Peyton! You need to get up or else you’ll be late to work; don’t you have that event tonight?”
I bolt up in bed and throw the covers off of me as I stumble around my bedroom in a haze.
In the past two weeks, I’ve busted ass at work to stay busy and not think about Max. I’ve lived and breathed the projects that I have going on, and that includes the event that Max may have thrown my name into the hat for. My nights have involved copious amounts of ice cream and trash TV that I’m pretty sure that I’ve done a good mixture of keeping occupied.
The event is tonight, and my nerves are skyrocketed.
Would he be there?
I haven’t heard from him since I broke up with him over the phone. I managed to file for the divorce that we should have gotten from the beginning and send him off the paperwork.
Who were we kidding?
That wasn’t a relationship that would last.
That was a fun fling, spurred by a wild night in Vegas.
I ran across the hall, in to the bathroom and in impeccable timing, was out the door ten minutes later, looking as if I hadn’t slept through my alarm and also looking like a million bucks in an emerald pencil skirt and white blouse.
I walk briskly into the building and past all the cubicles to my office.
I pick up all the paperwork for the event and begin with making the calls to put everything into place.
Halfway through the day, I have my clipboard, a headset and all my notes. My assistant for the event has yet to show up.
The event begins, and I do my best to keep to the outskirts of the party. I observe and where appropriate, I make sure items get replenished. Towards the end of the night, my boss approaches me with a smile on his face and a relaxed gait.
“This is a remarkable event, I’m very proud of the work that you’ve done here,” he gently elbows me.
“Thank you, sir. I enjoyed all of the ins and outs of what corporate events entail, it’s been a good learning process. A lot different from how the private personal parties are, that’s for sure,” I reply.
“Are you sure that you want to pass on the Seattle office? Maybe take it over temporarily? I think your work here has been outstanding. You have a keen eye for the details and the clients are very happy.”
“I think I would need a lot more experience, sir. With all due respect, I think that I would need a lot more event experience under my belt. While I know how to run the office, I think there is still so much more that I can learn there.”
