Page 109 of My Secret Snowflake
Odd that Sebastian never mentioned his secret snowflake gifts. Were they something special?
He’s smiling at Anita and the woman. The color is returning to his face.
That’s good.
I don’t want him to hurt. And I definitely don’t want him to return to Mr. Single Sebastian because he doesn’t think he’s worthy of love. He’s worth all of it.
Isn’t he? Worth giving up this job?
Chapter thirty-five
Sebastian
Irislookssocute.She’s clearly been in the middle of a cybersecurity incident because her hair is in some sort of weird half ponytail/half bun on top of her head, strands escaping from every direction. But she hasn’t looked my way once.
My chest hurts.
Ernest is staring at her like he’s completely besotted.
I turn back to my Secret Snowflake, whose name I already forgot. She’s asking me why I didn’t wear the Santa tie she gave me to the party.
Because it didn’t even occur to me?
She’s pouting and hits me on the arm.
Might as well nip this in the bud.
“I was promoted to General Counsel yesterday, and that wasn’t the impression I thought I should convey,” I say.
She steps back.
Maybe that was too harsh. But Iris is now smiling at Ernest, and this woman is not the one I want to be talking to.
Iris turns and leaves the room with Ernest.
That’s that, then.
Istandonaladder and hang the paper snowflake from the gym ceiling in Alice Walker High School. Iris is helping Faith create a tropical island in the other half of the room. She’s fixed her hair, and she’s listening intently to Faith’s instructions.
“I thought you were dating Iris,” Jamal asks. “Did you guys fight already? You haven’t talked to her once, but you keep looking over there.”
This kid is way too perceptive.
“We’re in a bit of a cool period.” I climb down the ladder and maneuver Frosty the Snowman into its designated place.
“What’s that?”
I run my hand through my hair frustrated. “I’m not sure. We’re not allowed to date under company policy.”
“Companies can do that?” Jamal’s eyes widen.
“They can fire you if you don’t abide by an internal policy, so basically yes. One of us has to find another job.”
“That’s tough. But shouldn’t you be talking even more, then, showing her that you’re good enough? That’s what you told me to do to win Faith, and it worked.” Jamal grins. “I still can’t believe she agreed that we could date and she’d go to this dance with me. Of course, I have to keep up my grades.” Jamal narrows his eyes. “You leave this to me. I got you.”
Uh-oh. Jamal is typing away on his phone.
“I think I’m okay. I’ll talk to her later when we can be private.”
