Accidentally Married To A Demon - Mila Young Page 0,1
I’m so sorry."
I blinked at him, trying to decipher his sarcasm. "It's fine, I was going to leave anyway, so it's perfect timing." I hated how easily I lied, but Liam did that to me after he split us up for me not being career driven enough. What sort of crap excuse was that? He was an editor, one hop up from my position. Anyway, I had enough of him.
"Really? But you used to tell me this was your dream job,” he continued, his eyes narrowing as if he was ready to pick apart my lie to pieces.
"Yeah well, things change," I answered a bit too fast. Taking a deep breath, my words spilled out. "I got another offer as senior editor at The New Tribune."
His mouth dropped open. "Wow. They're the biggest paper in town." He ran a hand through his light hair, his pale blue eyes staring at me with that look that made me fall for him in the first place.
Except I slapped myself mentally, remembering Liam was a player.
"Yep. I can't wait. And haven't you been trying to become senior editor for a while?"
He nodded, the wheels spinning behind his eyes at how I could possibly have jumped in my career above him.
"Well, I better go." The lies were coming too easily which scared me, and one call to the paper would reveal my fib. But I'd be long gone from the agency by then. And it was everything to see the fallen expression on his face.
Call me sadistic, but after he made me cry for a week straight from dumping me, well, I enjoyed every moment of seeing his shock.
I hurried down the corridor.
"Hey Nilsa, want to catch up for drinks after work like the old days. I miss you."
And there he was... the real Liam. Dickhead extraordinaire.
I glanced over my shoulder to where his new fling stood farther down the hall behind him and said, "I think your new girlfriend might have an issue with that."
"Liam?" she blurted, her cheeks blanching.
I smiled and hiked it out of there, but there wasn't a part of me that didn't believe this would somehow come back and bite me. Hell!
Hi guys, it's the sweetest witch again.
Well, today didn't run the way I wanted it to. Woke up, got my coffee, headed in to work. The subway was a little too packed, so I had to stand all the way. Sure, it's only two stops, but it still sucks all the camel testicles.
Got to the office. Someone got in a little too early and put the thermostat a little higher than I like. We're in the middle of goddamn summer. If you want to work in a sweat lodge, why not step outside and get the work done there?
Oh, and I got fired today too.
I know, way to bury the lede, right Nilsa?
I know that I didn't do anything. I mean, sure, everyone says that sort of thing, but in the end, when I was talking to the senior editor in charge of my division, he said that all the executives were being told to drop employees, and that just meant that all the junior editors were getting dropped. The guy fired us in a group meeting. How fucking lazy is that?
It always sucks to be fired from a job that you love. I liked working for the Echo Agency. I'm good at my job, so it's not like I can't find work elsewhere, especially with a recommendation waiting for me. And the severance package was pretty sweet too. But it certainly isn't where I wanted to be at the end of the day.
Still, I'm meeting up with the rest of the folks that were fired for drinks later today. I might post picture, but no promises.
That's it for me on this post. Lots of hugs.
The Candiest Kane around. Nilsa.
It wasn't my best post. People had come to expect more than just life updates from me on my blog, but then today just didn't feel like the time to drop a meaningful limerick or anecdote. I already had enough on my mind, and I couldn’t stop thinking about being fired in a herd with others. It left a terrible taste in my mouth.
I got dressed to head out. A nice summer attire, T-shirt, jeans and my favorite boots, a quick ponytail, earrings, my necklace charm, and a little retouching of my makeup was all that was really needed. Ready in less than ten minutes.
"Not bad," I whispered to