Knocking Boots - Willow Winters Page 0,65
difference and not everyone has it.”
“I… I don’t know what to say,” I manage, my throat feeling dry but in a good way. I manage to answer Jack, although my throat feels tight. “Thank you for noticing.”
“Don’t thank me. Thank Sarah,” Jack says. “Now the promotion comes with a big bump in pay, but ten people working directly below you. You’ll be overseeing campaigns and critiquing. You also get final say and can modify and mold designs how you see fit. Can you handle that?”
“I… yes,” I say, nodding vigorously. “Absolutely I can.” Oh my gosh. I didn’t even consider a promotion. A bonus yes, a raise in pay, heck yes, I’ll take that any day.
“Alright! Well, Sarah will see that the contract is on your desk by Monday to sign. Thank you for your hard work,” Jack says, standing and offering me a handshake.
With the meeting apparently over, I stand and shake his hand, trying not to let him see that I’m trembling. It’s an excited tremble. Sarah smiles at me on the way out. I don’t know how I’m even walking, I’m so stunned. Once the door is closed behind us, I let out a breath.
“I can’t say thank you enough,” I confess to Sarah.
She laughs. “I told you it was nothing bad!”
I reach out and almost grab her hand or hug her, but instead I clasp mine in front of me, feeling so grateful and overwhelmed. Remain professional, I remind myself. “Thanks so much, Sarah. Really.”
“Well, I just wanted you to realize that I see how hard you work. I see all the nights you’re here late, and all the crap you put up with from the clients.”
“You won’t regret this. I promise,” I say. The giddiness takes over as the shock wears off.
“I’m sure I won’t,” she states matter of factly, winking.
We part ways, Sarah back to her office and me back to my cubicle. Still smiling so hard that it hurts, I return to my seat. Immediately, Diane’s head pops up over the cubicle walls. Holy shit. I let out a small laugh, short and full of relief.
“You scared the crap out of me,” I joke.
“What was that all about?” she asks. “It looked serious.”
“I… I actually got a promotion,” I admit to her, my smile never waning. “It’s weird to say it out loud.” Oh my gosh, I got a promotion. It’s my first ever. I’m still in disbelief.
“What?” she asks, standing straighter. “Promotion to what?”
“They need someone to manage the project desk,” I answer her, turning in my chair to face her fully and finally breathing normally.
“No way! I thought Melanie was going to run the project desk.”
She looks and sounds… pissed. It takes a second to realize that. She’s not at all happy for me. The deep crease in the center of her forehead and scowl on her face give that away. She can’t even pretend to be happy for me? I swallow, feeling the high die down and answer her, “Well, apparently not. They just offered it to me.”
“Congrats! Seriously, that’s awesome.” Although her words are kind... and rushed, her expression and tone are still off.
“Thanks.” I smile and try to shrug it off.
“We should go celebrate later! Go out, grab some drinks.” Her fun side comes back, and for a second I think I imagined her original reaction.
I must have. She may be obnoxious at times, but I think about it, then decide what the hell.
“Sure. Maybe we could go to that bar with the awesome Mexican food?” I offer.
“Sarita’s? Yeah, girl. And then we can make our way to Mac’s.”
I go silent, but nod. Charlie said he wants me to come to keep up appearances, but I don’t know if I can bring myself to do it. I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to play games anymore.
“What?” Diane asks. “You don’t want to go to Mac’s?”
“I was just thinking somewhere else would be nice to let loose,” I answer her, but even to me it sounds like a lie. My heart hurts just thinking about it.
“Is it because of Charlie? Oh my God, did you two break up?”
“Jesus, Diane!” I say, lowering my voice and looking around. “Not everything is about Charlie.”
“You did! You totally broke up,” Diane says, a hint of glee evident in her eyes.
“For your information, there was nothing to break up. We were having fun. Leave it alone Diane.” I wish I could reach out and snatch my words back. It hurts