Page 143 of It's Not PMS, It's You
It hurt so bad.
The last thing I would ever want to do was hurt Nick.
I would never forget that look on his face.
Disappointment. Anger. Regret.
I could see them all in his eyes.
My life was falling apart.
I couldn’t think straight.
What was I going to do now?
I was desperate.
I took two deep breaths, thinking of the fountain in my backyard.
Then a couple more breaths.
I sighed. “Suck it up. This is not the time to fall apart.”
Giving up was never an option.
I would need to dig deep because this was the most painful thing I had ever gone through.
Dee could help me.
Pulling out my phone, I saw that I had five messages.
“That was stupid,” I mumbled to myself, realizing I could’ve avoided the confrontation with Nick if I had just checked my messages earlier.
Too late now.
I had one voicemail message from Nick and four text messages from Dee. I didn’t need to listen to what Nick said in his message because he had already drilled that into me in person inside the restaurant. I scrolled through Dee’s text messages.
Dee: Big trouble. Call me.
Dee: Where are you?
Dee: Okay, here’s the deal. Mason convinced Gary to give him the go ahead to make a deal with Mathors Aerospace behind your back. They screwed you over.
Dee: There’s only one way to fix this. I’ll keep digging to see what else I can find out. Let me know if you need backup.
My pulse pounded hard in my temples as my pity party suddenly turned into exasperation. I was furious that someone on my own team would stab me in the back like that after all I had done for the company.
Mason messed with the wrong person.
I tapped my reply to Dee.
Ruth: On my way to the office. It’s better if you don’t get involved. This could get ugly.
I was going into full-on warrior mode.
No backup from Dee was necessary.
I knew what I had to do—the decision wasn’t difficult.
