Page 130 of Unmasking Love
Overtime was tough tonight. I was dead on my feet. But I’m glad we snagged the win.
WEDNESDAY 11:03 AM
This is the longest road trip I’ve been on and it is killing me. I just want to be home.
WEDNESDAY 1:18 PM
Montreal has the cutest little cafes. Can I bring you here sometime?
YESTERDAY 4:02 PM
Someone farted on the bus and I’m concerned for the health of my teammates.
TODAY 8:08 AM
I’ll be home late tonight after the game. Can I see you tomorrow?
Will you at least come to the game tomorrow night?
He sent those last two this morning.
I click over to my calendar and sigh because I have no excuse. Well, none besides being afraid of what’s going to happen. And no reason not to go to the game.
Leads have been slower recently.
With spring on the horizon, I should be fielding new requests left and right. I poke my head up over the half wall that creates my office space and see all my colleagues are on the phone with clients. And the ones that aren't at their desks are probably off on a showing or at a meeting.
I know I’ve been in a funk these last two weeks but today is the first day I’ve let it interfere with my work. My concentration is finally blown.
When Claire gets offthe phone next to me I lean over the partition and ask, "Hey was that a new client?"
"Yes!" She cheers. "I've been swamped lately!"
Weird.
I smile at her to mask my surprise and tap my fingers lightly on my keyboard while I think.
Most new leads come through the website. People can pick us directly or submit a general inquiry which get shuffled through us like a batting order.
I navigate to the Agent page on the website and down to the Junior Agent section. I scroll through it and don't see my name. I scroll back up through the other sections in case my title changed and I didn't realize it but I don't see my headshot anywhere.
I hit ctrl+f and search for my name on the page.
Nothing.
What the hell?
I stand from my desk so quickly that my chair slides back and hits the wall along the back of my workspace. Claire lifts her head while on another call and I storm past her to Crispin's office.
I've avoided one-on-one interaction with him since he cheated. I skipped the holiday party and didn't attend a mixer he hosted at a new listing because I was at Aiden's game.
"I'm sorry Ms. Daniels," Raquel says as I approach Crispin's office. "He's not-"
She stops speaking when I let myself in and slam the door behind me.
"Harper?" Crispin says as he looks up from his computer.
"Why am I not listed on the website anymore?" I ask, getting right to the freaking point because just being this close to him gives me the heebie-jeebies.
