ELENA
The chirping crickets only make the thoughts plaguing my mind, sound louder. I sit alone, the failure of the meeting earlier forms a cold knot in my stomach. It should have worked, it should have been a good deal.
If things were different. I know the fact that they refused to partner with us can’t be because of whatever reasons they claimed to have in that meeting. They are letting their grief blur their vision of a better future.
My stomach churns as the disappointed that crested on the faces of everyone in that meeting comes to view. What are they thinking of me now? I failed in the one task I had to do. I sigh downing the last glass of wine before heading into the kitchen.
The door knob turns in the living room and the strong scent of cedar wood wafts into my nose…Drake.
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