Find A Way

Chapter 1

I rushed past the hoard of pedestrians, taking their sweet time crossing the street. “Shoot” I said under my breath as I looked at the time on my watch; ten minutes late. I wouldn’t hear the end of it. I ran in through the door of the small cafe just as they were being served.

“Hey,” I greeted Connor and father quietly as I took a seat across them.

 “You’re late.” are my fathers first words.

 “I had to take the train.” I remind him.

 “Why don’t you just let me buy you a car?” He asks. I focus on the menu, pretending to be more interested in what to order than his ridiculous question.

“Look at me.” he ordered. I reluctantly peered from the sandwich choices to my father who was clearly annoyed.

 “What?” I was on edge; The almost mile walk to this damn place still was making my feet ache and these heels weren’t helping.

“What’s gotten into you, Elizabeth?” Connor butted in, of course seeing me as the villain. I hated when he’d scold me, as if I was a child.

“Nothing,” I sighed, beginning to rub my temples. “I just prefer the train, father.”

“Maybe you should take up your fathers offer, Elizabeth. Your tardiness makes us all look bad.” My own boyfriend never seemed to take my side on anything.

“Listen to the man, Elizabeth. He’s a keeper!” They both began laughing making the throbbing in my head worse

“Mhm.” I mumbled, rubbing my temples.

“Are you going to get anything or can we go now? We can’t be late.” Connor looked at me, waiting for the  answer. I was hungry but the thought of having to be in this room full of pretentious bastards didn’t please me in the slightest.

“No, its fine; lets go.” I picked up my purse and jacket and walked out with my father while Connor took care of the bill.

“He’s a great man Elizabeth.” My father always reminded me of how highly he thought of Connor.  

“I know.” I nodded. 

“So I would greatly appreciate if you showed him some respect. He’s one of the best men at the company, and its an absolute pleasure having him work for me. So don’t screw this up. I only want the best for you, Elizabeth.” His speech about his man crush on my boyfriend ended quickly with his stern look and another nod from me.

“Lets go!” Connor beckoned us to his car as he came outside.

Getting into the expensive, little car was not the ideal vehicle to get in with a skirt and heels on. I struggled with tugging the clingy fabric down multiple times before finally getting adjusted into the seat.

“You’re wearing your work clothes to the gallery?” Connor questioned when he saw me fiddling with the end of the skirt.

“I didn’t have time to go home and change.” I explained.

“You would have if you had a car.” my father spoke from the back.

“Or if you let me pick you up after work.” Connor added. This was going to be an extremely long ride.