“I’m really sorry to have wasted your time or gotten any hopes up about the possibility of a new hire.”
“It’s probably for the best. I wouldn’t want to hire someone who might feel awkward after what she’d witnessed here.”
“I don’t feel awkward about that. I mean, your-uhh-choices I mean. There’s nothing wrong with that.” I was stumbling all over myself with my words as I tried to explain and was pretty sure I was only making things worse.
I needed to say goodbye and get the hell out of there before I said anything else stupid. Like confess my feelings, or worse, filled in the blanks he apparently didn’t remember that would lead to certain rejection again.
“Duly noted. But the offer of an interview still stands if you change your mind. We’ll be back open the day after Christmas just in case.”
“I appreciate that. I really do. But it’s time for me to get back to Charlotte and move on.” I turned and headed for the door before I could do any further damage to my pride. But as I slipped out of the door he nailed me with one final word guaranteed to haunt me forever.
“Merry Christmas, Megan.”