Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
This was exactly what I didn’t need right now.
But again, I knew better than most what she was trying to do.
“Okay,” I said. “Can you keep your phone on you? I am going to go move out of my room.”
His brows rose. “You’re moving out?”
I scratched the back of my neck.
The timing was right.
Working at this hotel was fun. It kept me from getting bored because there was always something new and exciting to deal with.
But it wasn’t that great of a job.
I could do anything at this point. And I could also find a job closer to Sunnyvale that would work better with my hours at the bakery.
It was already tougher than I’d expected when Maven had moved the bakery out of Dallas.
And that was a job I wanted.
This one wasn’t.
“O-of course,” he said. “Does this mean you’re quitting, too?”
I caught my cart up and headed out to my car. “Yep.”
It took me all of an hour to pack my things.
The one good thing about being in a hotel room was that you didn’t need to gather too much crap because everything was already provided for you.
The hardest part was getting my wig supplies packed up in the boxes that Petra had been able to scrounge up.
I accomplished it after way too much time and took a quick look around the room.
Everything was packed except for my toiletries, and I decided to leave those. They were the hotel’s, anyway.
After one quick search under the bed, inside the closet, and in the drawers, I resituated everything onto the luggage cart and headed back downstairs.
Once I loaded everything into my car—a tight fit for sure—I went back inside with the cart.
I found the night manager in his office typing on his computer.
He looked up when he saw me and a wary look crossed his face.
Yep, my sister had definitely done some damage.
“Ms. Solomon.” He greeted me more formally than he ever had before.
I took a seat on the chair across the desk from him.
He winced, eyes scanning the office instead of my face.
He definitely felt guilty about what he was going to do tomorrow.
“I wanted to let you know that I quit,” I said succinctly.
His eyes widened. “What? No!”
“Yes,” I said. “My sister is trying to ruin my life, and y’all are going to become collateral damage. I want to say that I appreciate y’all giving me a job when I moved here and riding the waves when those husbands of the jilted wives tried to make trouble. However, if I don’t leave, y’all are only going to be dragged into something that you shouldn’t have to be a part of.”
He tilted his head, mouth opening and closing.
“I know that my sister accused me of having drugs in my room,” I said. “She tried this when I was in college, too, and actually succeeded in getting me kicked from my dorm room. She nearly got me kicked out of school completely, but since my parents were generous donors to the college, the board decided to allow me to continue to go to classes.”
He blinked.
“Anyway,” I stood up. “I moved out today. The room is empty. Nothing is in there. I would suggest sending up a housekeeper to get it cleaned, because I suspect my sister will try to get in sometime tomorrow to plant the evidence.”
He blinked some more.
“Have a good one,” I said as I walked out of the office and out to my car.
I checked my watch.
I was definitely much later than I’d anticipated.
The drive to Atlas’s place took less than thirty minutes.
It was a miracle.
As I’d driven, my mind had gone through my next steps.
I’d called Maven to ask if I could move into the apartment above the bakery, just in case she wanted to change her mind, and she’d squealed in delight.
After that call, I’d called my brothers to tell them all about Sage’s escapades since I’d last spoken to them, and they’d agreed with my decision to leave before Sage made everyone’s lives a living hell.
The rest of the drive was spent thinking about what kind of job I would find next.
Hopefully one that paid as well as the hotel had.
I had to have two jobs to be able to pay as much as my brothers did on my father’s care.
I was so lost in thought, thinking about my next step, that I didn’t see the man walking down Atlas’s driveway until he was literally right in front of me.
I screeched on the brakes.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized as I got out. “You’re wearing all black and I didn’t see you.”
“No worries,” he pointed at himself. “I do blend in.”
I studied the youngest Carter’s face and wondered if he realized how exhausted he looked.
He waved and started to cut across yards to his house, but I called after him.