Chapter 27 - Paranoia Validated
I peered out the floor length windows of the restaurant and into the darkness. In my hand was my third glass of wine for the evening. I had finally gotten a break from all the other invitees and I was grateful for the reprieve. I sighed, wishing Erica could have come with me. I pulled out my phone to text her. ‘I miss you. Wish you were here,’ I quickly typed. I looked down at the words in chagrin, sighing again before deciding against sending it. Shoving the phone back in my pocket I resumed my blank stare out the window. I hated these little functions. I would much rather be home reading a good book; but, I was the CFO of a major investment firm and with that role came enormous responsibility. I mean, it wouldn’t do any good to offend some of our biggest clients by declining their invita
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