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C H A P T E R E L E V E N
Everything went downhill after that day.
As much as my intention had been to sort out the whole thing
with Aaron, our conversation hadn’t relieved me in the slightest.
Sure, I had made it very clear that he was off the hook, but his words still
hung over my head. They had for the last two weeks.
“There is something you are not telling me,” he had said. “But I’m
patient.”
It was like waiting for a bomb to drop.
And on top of not knowing where we stood after that cryptic statement, I
hadn’t brought myself to tell Rosie about it. Yet. I would—as soon as I
figured a contingency plan for my wedding situation. Which was only three
days away. Three.
I eyed the analog clock I kept on my desk. It was eight in the evening,
and I was not even close to being done with the day.
How could I be when nothing was going according to plan? I hadn’t
found anyone to replace Linda and Patricia, so I was still covering for them
myself. I still hadn’t figured out how I’d be entertaining our guests for the
whole sixteen hours Open Day was planned to last. And I had found that our
hopefully prospective client, Terra-Wind, had been getting cozy with one of
our biggest competitors. Not because they were better than us, but because
they were one of those consulting companies that offered their services at
ridiculously low rates.
A crisis I had been dealing with for the last three hours.
“Thank you, Miss Martín,” a man in a dark suit spoke from the screen of
my laptop. “We will study your offer and come to a decision.”