Disappointment drags my heart to despair.
 
 Cabo?
 
 I’ve been to Cabomultipletimes. I hate Cabo. Mexico incentive trips are basically glorified frat parties. Running an event with twelve hundred drunk people who are only there for the freebies and the all-you-can-drink alcohol does not sound better than New Zealand with one hundred and eight guests.
 
 This feels personal, like Nate is purposely kicking me off another exotic trip so he doesn’t have to travel with me. It’s Isaac all over again. I’m being held back in my career because of a man. The realization nails me in the gut. I need to get out of here before the hurt reaches my eyes.
 
 I’d rather die than have Nate Farnsworth see me cry.
 
 I begin aggressively gathering up my papers. “Fine, I’ll go to Cabo, and we’ll see how good you do on the trip that you know nothing about.” Whipping my body around, I march out of the room.
 
 I would slam the door, but this is my livelihood.
 
 And although I don’t care what Nate thinks about me, I do care about everyone else in the office.
 
 @worth_traveling_to:
 
 What’s the first trip you ever went on?
 
 @girl_sees_the_world:
 
 Easy. When I was eighteen years old. My graduation trip with my friends.
 
 @worth_traveling_to:
 
 Wait. You didn’t go on family vacations as a kid?
 
 @girl_sees_the_world:
 
 Just the occasional road trip to places in Arizona.
 
 @worth_traveling_to:
 
 So, where did you go on your graduation trip?
 
 @girl_sees_the_world:
 
 My friends and I drove to California so we could be on The Price is Right.
 
 @worth_traveling_to:
 
 You went to California for The Price is Right? Not for the beach?
 
 @girl_sees_the_world:
 
 The beach was an added benefit, but our main goal was to get on television. I have a weird obsession with game shows and thinking I can win them.
 
 @worth_traveling_to:
 
 Did you win?
 
 @girl_sees_the_world:
 
 Yes, I did.
 
 @worth_traveling_to:
 
 You’re lying.