London Looks Better on Me — A One Way Ticket

the client didn't just feel sorry for you did they the client's expression changed after they told me they wanted to reconsider the partnership the million dollar deal was gone i sat in my car wiping away tears when luke knocked on the window and climbed in he me a tissue. Stop crying. Next time, just make sure she doesn't drink so much. He paused. And

don't start eating every time you're upset. The more you eat, the more- The fatter I get, I know! I finished the sentence for him. I dried my tears, opened my laptop, and submitted my Eight years. From high school until now, there had been a time when I wanted to keep walking beside them for much longer. I tossed the tissue back into Luke's lap, rolled up the

and started the car. Dear Fatty, congratulations. You finally learned how to leave on your own. Who approved your resignation?

Luke's voice came through the phone, calm and casual, as if he were asking what I wanted for lunch. I wedged the phone between my shoulder and ear while continuing to stuff clothes into my suitcase.

HR, I followed the normal process. I told you not to do anything impulsive. Paused, then softened his voice. I'll talk to the client again about the deal.

I've got some connections with the manager. I zipped up my suitcase and glanced at the plane ticket on the table. London.

One way. Lukes, don't bother. What is this now? A trace of impatience finally entered his voice.

You know, Sophie talks without thinking. It's not like this is news to you. Is it really worth all this?