Basically, everyone is doing their thing at the moment, and I’m waiting for my thing to call so it can no longer be my thing. Because that’s not a mindfuck.
I fucking despise waiting on other people.
Especially when I’m dreading doing something.
And I am dreading doing this. Necessary or not. And it’s absolutely necessary.
Even if a part of me still feels like quitting is tantamount to failure, and?—
I. Don’t. Fail.
Ever.
My phone buzzes to my right, and I smile at Logan’s name and the silly picture of him and Maggie that flashes across my phone. Seriously . . . when did this become my life?
Logan
On my way home. Want me to pick you up anything?
Olivia
Ice cream?
Logan
Sure. Everything okay?
Olivia
What? Just because I ask for ice cream, you think I’m eating my feelings?
Logan
Am I in trouble if I say yes?
Olivia
No. And maybe I am.
Logan
Should I be scared? You’re sounding a little like Serena.
Olivia
Damn. That’s specific. I’ll fill you in when you get home.
Oh, and Rocky Road, please???
A message pops up that the host has joined the Zoom, and Peter’s face appears on my screen as my pulse thunders a nasty staccato beat in my head.
He adjusts his tie and glances away. “Olivia. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Sure you are, Pete.I’m proud of myself when I don’t laugh.
“That’s okay, Peter. I appreciate your time.” Although it’s yet another way this man shows his complete and utter disrespect for me and my time. “Were you able to email the plan for transitioning Logan to another agent? I haven’t received it and wasn’t sure if it was lost in the process.”
There’s no way it was lost, but I’m trying to be nice until I can finally stop faking it. Logan is the one piece of the puzzle standing in my way from just telling the partners to fuck off.