Page 33 of A Fae in Finance
Out of habit, I glanced under my desk for my backpack and almost wasn’t surprised to find it lying there. Either I had put it there and didn’t remember, or… magic.
I hooked my foot into a strap and pulled it toward me. I found my hot pink daily planner and a pen in the bottom of my bag, both coated with unidentifiable crumbs.
Flipping the planner open to the bookmark, I stuck the pen in my mouth. Yesterday’s to-do list stared up at me.
Must do:
Make a list
Model updates
Meeting notes summary
Map competitive landscape
Gym
I had not gone to the gym.
Should do:
Set up mentor meeting with Levi
Read daily newsletters
Last 12 months pitches—update
Change cat litter
Balls. What should I do about my gym membership?
My computer pinged. Jeff had sent me a new email. Subject line:I KNOW ABOUT THE CLOUD, MIRI. SEND DOCUMENTS WHEN I ASK FOR THEM. THANKS. JEFF.
The body of the email was empty.
I fought back the wince that usually accompanied Jeff’s emails. I hadn’t done anything wrong.
I should cancel my gym membership.
I flipped my notebook to the next page and started a new list.
Make a list
Model review with Levi
I stopped writing midsentence, pinching the pen so hard it hurt my middle finger. What was the point? What did any of my reviews matter now that I had to stay in the same damn position for the next ten years?
Sighing, I pondered what Iactuallyneeded to do—I needed to tell my friends what had happened. But I’d do that later, when I had a good amount of free time to vent.
I needed to do boring logistical adult things, like figure out if they had mail forwarding to Faerie and what to do about my apartment. But that was like giving up too soon. So all that left was: I needed to call my mom and tell her what had happened with the Princeling.
Before I could think further about it, I dialed her number.
“Honey?” she said, picking up on the second ring. “Miriam? I was getting worried.”
“Hey, Mom,” I croaked. “Sorry.” Unable to take it any longer, I stood up and started pacing around the room.
“I’m on a walk with Grandma,” she said. “We’ve almost made it around the block.” I walked past the foot of the bed.
