Chapter 9

I copy the several sheets needed to make booklets about the status of the dance for the meeting tomorrow. Leaning against the side table, I put the copies into piles for stapling. My head’s spinning with Jake at the forefront of my mind, his reaction to my wanting to leave, and his attitude. I don’t get why he’s like this. It’s got nothing to do with him.

Is he worried he’ll look bad if I up and leave?

No. Jake never cares what people think; it’s his most admirable quality, no matter how annoying it can be.

Maybe he is just annoyed that my contract isn’t out. After all, I did sign for another year not long before I left his office; perhaps he wants to make sure he gets every second he can out of me. At least that’s what he said on the phone anyway. He always did see my potential. I’m sure he’ll want to keep face with his father after making such a huge deal about keeping me employed in the Carrero empire. This isn’t about me; I don’t matter to him. This is all abou