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silence. I used the time to look out the passenger window, watching the

blurry streets of Brooklyn through the droplets running down the glass.

“Gerald is a prick,” came from the man in the driver’s seat.

Eyes wide, I looked over at him. His profile was hard, serious. And I

didn’t think I’d ever heard Aaron curse.

“One day, he’ll get what he deserves. I’m shocked that hasn’t happened

yet, if I’m being honest. If it were up to me …” He shook his head.

“If it were up to you, what? What would you do?” I watched a muscle

jump in his jaw. He didn’t answer, so I averted my gaze, letting it fall back

onto the passing traffic. This conversation was pointless. And I was too

drained of energy to attempt to have it anyway. “It’s all right. It’s not like it’s

my first rodeo with him.”

“What does that mean?” Aaron’s voice had a strange edge.

Trying not to pay attention to that, I answered as honestly as I could

without getting into too much detail. I didn’t want Aaron’s pity or

compassion. “He hasn’t been exactly pleasant and agreeable ever since I got

promoted to team leader.” I shrugged, clasping my hands in my lap. “It’s like

he can’t compute why someone like me has the same position he does.”

“Someone like you?”

“Yeah.” I exhaled heavily through my mouth, my breath fogging up the

glass of the window for a couple of seconds. “A woman. At first, I thought it

was because I was the youngest team leader and he was skeptical about me. It

would be fair. Then, it also crossed my mind that he might have an issue with

me being a foreigner. I know a few of the guys used to make fun of my

accent. I once overheard Tim call me Sofia Vergara in a mocking way.

Which, honestly, I took it as a compliment. Having half the curves or the wit

that woman has wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Not that I’m

unhappy with my body. I’m okay with being … the way I am.” Normal.

Plain. And I was. Everything about me was pretty standard where I came

from. Brown eyes and brown hair. On the shorter side. Not thin, but not fat.

Wide hips but rather small bust. We were millions of women that fit that

description. So, I was … average. Not a big deal. “It wouldn’t hurt, losing a

couple of pounds for the wedding, but I don’t think whatever I’m doing is

working.”

A sound came from my side, making me realize that I had not only

overshared, but I had also rambled my way out of the topic at hand with

Aaron, who didn’t even compute small talk.

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