Page 19 of Beautiful Storm

After years of working my ass off for minimal or no pay, I’ve finally landed my dream job as a television director. Me. A director. Of real things. That I get paid for.

I’m still in shock, but I’m sure it’ll sink in once I start. Which isMonday. I’m so freaking excited, I could squeal. But I won’t because I’m in a packed cafe and I don’t like attention.

Hayley, however, squeals for me. “Gahhh. That’s amazing, Ames. I knew they wouldn’t keep you on ‘light duties’ as you called it. I’m so proud of you.” She jumps up and rushes to my side of the table, giving me a hug.

“Thank you for sending the positive vibes into the universe. It probably got me the role.”

“Positive vibes didn’t do that.Youdid. Have you forgotten I’ve seen your work? Those music videos you made for Prestonallwent viral. And the ideas you told me you were pitching to the production company? Utter perfection.”

“Thank you,” I repeat, smiling shyly. “I needed that. I’ve been nervous.”

“I noticed.” She squeezes my shoulder. “But you shouldn’t be. I’m still pissed Preston hasn’t paid you for your work. If he had, maybe you wouldn’t have put so much pressure on yourself when looking for a job. He owes you big time for his success.”

“I know. And so does he.”At least, he used to.

“Really? Because from where I’m standing, he’s reaping the benefits and riding the train toward the high life, while you’re barely making ends meet in a tiny one-bedroom apartment.”

“In fairness, my apartment may be small, but I live in one of the best areas of San Francisco. I’m close to the beach, walking track, the studios and—”

“Okay, you’re notthathard done by, but still…”

“I know what you’re trying to say, but I like that I did this on my own. And the next step is LA.”

Hayley and I have been talking about moving to LA for months now, but our plans never get further than that.Talk.

That’s about to change though, because if all goes to plan, I’ll be moving with Brighton Productions, and Hayley will be coming with me.

“Yes, you can do it alone,” Hayley continues. “And it’s great that you did. My point is that you could be sharing in his riches.” She pouts while I huff out a sigh.There goes my good mood.

“We never really talked about that. It wasn’t about the money.”I never considered the possibility that we’d lose ourselves in the process.

“It wasn’t about the money because you were married. It was a given. Actually, you’re still technically married. You could claim it.”

I burst out laughing, ignoring the looks I get from other diners. “Have I ever told you I love the way your mind works?”

“You have.”

“I’m not going to take money from Preston after walking out on our marriage.”

“He owes you. And you didn’t walk out. He forced your decision.”

“Maybe so. But I’m the one that filed the divorce paperwork. I’m the one that left. I’m just waiting for him to sign.”

Hayley falls silent. She hates the fact that Preston took advantage of my guilt, but I’m moving on.

“Don’t worry about me, Hayley. I’m going to make my own money. Lots of it.” I wink. “I don’t need his help.”

“Boss woman.” She bites back a grin but it shines through, as does her proud expression.

“Thank you. For everything. Now, it’s time to celebrate. I’m going to be a director. On Monday.”

“Yeah you are.” Hayley laughs and we keep chatting until we’ve finished our drinks, then make plans to head out to a bar. Despite the little detour in my happiness at the mention of Preston, I’m still high on life and deserve the celebration. I’vebeen working my ass off for this—mostly without pay—and after several rejections, with the majority of companies refusing to look at my work because it comes without references, I finally have my shot.

And I’m going to prove that they made the right choice. I may not have taken the traditional route to this role, but I never stopped working and this is all I’ve ever wanted. They’d be hard-pressed to find someone more dedicated than I am.

It’s my time to shine. And party. It’s my time to let loose.

Within reason.

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