Your boss said your name as he slid the paper folder across the table, "This isn't good enough. Have it done for Wednesday morning, this isn't what we hired you for." Your mouth opened in shock, but before you could say anything he continued to speak, "Go home and rewrite, you're no longer needed to work here today."
You hurriedly picked up the file and walked out of the conference room, mumbling quick but polite goodbyes and thank yous to your coworkers and boss. Rushing past your cubicle to grab your belongings, you stuffed your headphones in your ears and put your coat on.
You were quickly out the door, with tears brimming in your eyes. This felt like a punch in the gut. You were recently hired as a journalist for the New York Times and this was the first time that you were given permission to write your own article instead of working with someone else, and it was shut down almost immediately. Although you had the opportunity to rewrite it, you felt especially proud on this article.
As you exited the building, you could feel the rain drizzle. Scoffing as you pulled your coats hood up, you heard your phone chime but were too pressed to answer it, so you ignored it and hurried down the street to the subway.
Screeching to a halt on the platform, you had just made it in time for the train and trudged into a car. Luckily you were able to grab a seat and you opened up the file. You read through your article once more while your music rang through your ears. You were so proud of it. Even Kate liked it.
You got off 15 minutes later, and walked to your apartment. The look that was on your face made it quite obvious that you did not want to be interacted with, so when you arrived to your building the doorman gave you a small smile instead of your usual cheerful conversation starter, (you usually engaged, but your eyes were quite watery and you were certainly not in the mood to break down in front of him).
The elevator ride up was quick and you hurriedly took your keys out of your pocket as you arrived to your front door. Hastily unlocking it you stumbled in, letting yourself finally let go. Your breathing hitched and exhaled sharply as you started sobbing. The file as well as your keys clambered down on the counter as you leaned on the island for support, your eyes now letting the tears fall.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on, love?" A familiar voice creeped up behind you. You turned around quickly.
"Kate? What are you doing here? How did you get in?" You wiped your eyes.
"Spare key," She said sheepishly, her eyes full of worry. "I was going to surprise you, well not really, I texted you. What's going on?"
At that moment you fell into her arms crying harder again. She wrapped her arms around you, "Bad day at work?" She soothed, as she rubbed your back. You nodded your head.
"Not good," you hiccupped, "My article got rejected so I have to rewrite it for Wednesday, and I'm probably going to get fired, and my boss hates me and—"
"I'm sure he doesn't hate you. And if he wanted you fired, he would've done it. He gave you a second chance, you have so much potential, love."
"But he was just so harsh I—"
"It's a Friday, I'm sure he just wanted to go home. Don't read into it too much. You are such a talented writer and I cherish your work." She tapped you nose, which made you smile. And the work that she was referring to was most definitely the cheesy love letters you had written to her early in your relationship. You weren't too fond of them yourself, but you knew she loved them so you always made sure to write notes to her (short or long, it didn't matter, she'd geek over any note you left her).
"Thank you, Kate. I love you."
"I love you too." She grinned, pulling you back in for a tight hug.
"I was going to order dinner in, but I'm thinking of cooking you something? Is that okay?" She asked as you pulled apart.
You grinned. "Yes. Yes, of course that sounds a million times better. Thank you."
"Awesome," She said, wiping the tears away from your cheeks. "Sounds like a plan."
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