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Chapter Eleven

Writing my two weeks' notice was possible the hardest thing I'd done in a long time. As expected, my boss didn't take it very well. The days that led up to my final shift there was a bit of a bitter feeling, with nothing sweet about it. The staff bought me a goodbye cake, but it was obvious that the idea came from my two friends and not the co-works, who had more interest in getting a slice of the cake then saying goodbye to me.

Monday came faster than I had thought it would. That morning, my mother called me before my alarm clock rang.

"Are you going to work today?" Was the first thing she said to me. No greeting whatsoever.

"Yes," I said, yawning. Sitting upright in bed, I ran a hand through my hair. "I do plan on going to work. Because I do want to get paid."

"Good. That's good that you're going." I could imagine her smiling like a kid because of this.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I was just curious," she answered. "Any who, do you think you have enough time to come on over today? After work, of course."

"Why...?" I trailed off. I hadn't gone over to her place since I moved out and the last time we really talked was after my interview. She hadn't really tried to talk to me or arrange for us to meet up. She explained how she wanted to catch up and that she wanted to see me. I eventually said I would and that I'd come around six o'clock.

After the call, I wasn't able to go back to sleep. I drifted from my room to the kitchen, getting myself a glass of orange juice and a bowl of cereal. Rinsing out my dish, I poured the small amount left of my juice down the drain and headed to my room to get ready.

In an hour, I had gotten dressed into a slim black dress over a fitted cream colored jacket. Slipping into comfortable flats, I grabbed my handbag and keys, then headed out the door, locking it quickly behind me. This time I didn't need my GPS to help me get to work. Typically if I went there once, I didn't need help getting there a second time around.

During the drive over, I couldn't stop myself from wondering why my mom had called me this morning. And better yet, why she wanted me to come over. I didn't see much harm in going, but the suddenness of it all seemed odd to me.

I pulled my car into a nearby coffee shop. Today I was early and since I missed out on caffeine this morning, I knew I needed some before work. After getting my latte, I went back into the car and placed the drink into the cup holder. It was too hot to drink right away. Starting up at the road again, I continued my drive to work. In less than ten minutes, I got into the parking lot of Lockhart headquarters - still with time to spare. I needed to find out I had a parking spot or would I have to use the visitor parking forever. With my bag under one arm and my latte in my left hand, I opened the door like I had last week and entered into a cold lobby. The receptionist gave me a short nod after I pulled out the slip of paper Ralph had given me and waved it in her direction.

Once on the nineteenth floor, I step out of the elevator. What was I supposed to do now? Sebastian hadn't really gotten into much detail on where I was meant to work. At the end of the corridor, I spotted Ralph walking out of one of the many offices.

"Um, hello," I said, trying to get his attention.

He stopped in his tracks and looked up from the folder in his hands. "Oh, you're here early. I didn't think you'd be here till later."

I flashed a look down at my watch. "It's only ten till eight."

"Well that's extremely early for Sebastian. He's not in yet."